[bleach] dreamin' of a white non-denominational winter holiday
The most recent bout of V-jump hilarity alerted me to the fact that it's Hitsugaya-kun/taichou/chan's birthday on the 20th, and Ukitake-taichou/papa/guy's on Dec. 21. So, I suppose the proper greeting for the winter season-- if we refrain from being politically correct as the title of this post-- is now:
Happy ChristmahannukwanzaasolstiyuleHitsubirthdayUkimas.
...We'll stick with the non-denominationalism.
In an attempt to put that train of thought back on rails: I entirely missed all of the birthdays after Hinamori Momo's (because her birthday is shared by seven other people and almost me) due to real life, and after her ficbit, wrote none more. So here I attempt to return to birthdayfics.
Apparently Ukitake is fond of Hitsugaya and likes treating him like a little kid, or a son, much to 'Shirou's chagrin. Naturally, we'll laugh at this predicament.
This bit's based off of the V-jump panel-- couldn't resist. All you need to know from the panel, if you can't read it, is that Ukitake gave Hitsugaya a rather large statue of himself for his birthday (and candy).
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"...Hitsugaya-taichou?" A timid and ultimately susceptible 10th Division secretary poked her head around the corner of the shoji screen once she was sure that, well, taichou wasn't looking miffed anymore.
"...yes?"
"Um. Are you going to leave that sitting in the middle of the office?"
"Can't very well move it by myself. I could always blow it up."
"...now you're thinking too much like Kuukaku-san, sir. But, Ukitake-taichou probably went through a lot of effort to make that for you."
"Bit over the top, don't you think? I suppose it's the thought that counts. But, er."
"...you could always ask Komamura-taichou for help."
"I'm not sure he'd appreciate that."
"Oi, Hitsugaya-kun," said a person who also poked his head around the shoji screen, "there's gotta be a kidoh for that somewhere, right?"
Another head followed. "I approve, though! It's not really beautiful, per se, but the statue surely makes you look dashing."
"Madarame, Ayasegawa, get out of my office."
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Elsewhere, Ukitake-taichou ain't doing much better. Poor Ukitake-taichou. It's not the illness that's a problem; it's what people try to do about it. People and ficwriters-- I am sorry. Slightly. But I /will/ be a crazy cat lady when I am a sixty-year-old bachelorette.
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"Happy birthday, taichou! I have gotten you your favorite--"
"Move, you! Taichou! All of your paperwork for the day has been done and I solemnly--"
"Sentarouuu! I'm sure that taichou appreciates--"
"Get over yourself! Now he doesn't have to--"
Juushirou quietly slid the door closed as his two third-seats bickered.
"Aw, be nice," admonished Shunsui, leaning back with the ever-present cup of sake. "They're just trying to make you happy! Isn't it heartwarming to--"
"I appreciate them, but there are times when I don't need them. Namely, most hours of the day."
"Mrow."
"...what?"
Shunsui craned his head. "Ah," he said, "it appears to be a cat."
The birthday taichou turned around. An angelic ball of white fluff was perched atop his desk for no reason in particular. He turned around again, noting a discontinuity in the workings of the universe. "Why aren't you going crazy and attempting to smother it with love?"
"Because," the patient reply came, "it's yours."
"..."
"You should name it."
"Suggestions?"
"Vicious?"
"...why?"
"It bites people that it doesn't like." Shunsui raised a finger covered in marks.
"...Shira-chan?"
"It is an anklebiter, too."
"Aw, be nice."
-----
No, I don't know. Er, happy birthday to you both! ♥ I have never rambled this much and attempted to sound intelligent. I blame it on still being somewhat ill.
Recent episodes make me happy, and thusly, more Momo torture stuff to come. Happy holidays and gorging-on-food to you all! May you never listen to this song too many times!
Also, I have three unused icon spaces. If any bored icon-makers would like to work with my teacup-storm theme, please do. There will, of course, be fic in return, unless it's not worth much in your eyes. ♥
Happy ChristmahannukwanzaasolstiyuleHitsubirthdayUkimas.
...We'll stick with the non-denominationalism.
In an attempt to put that train of thought back on rails: I entirely missed all of the birthdays after Hinamori Momo's (because her birthday is shared by seven other people and almost me) due to real life, and after her ficbit, wrote none more. So here I attempt to return to birthdayfics.
Apparently Ukitake is fond of Hitsugaya and likes treating him like a little kid, or a son, much to 'Shirou's chagrin. Naturally, we'll laugh at this predicament.
This bit's based off of the V-jump panel-- couldn't resist. All you need to know from the panel, if you can't read it, is that Ukitake gave Hitsugaya a rather large statue of himself for his birthday (and candy).
-----
"...Hitsugaya-taichou?" A timid and ultimately susceptible 10th Division secretary poked her head around the corner of the shoji screen once she was sure that, well, taichou wasn't looking miffed anymore.
"...yes?"
"Um. Are you going to leave that sitting in the middle of the office?"
"Can't very well move it by myself. I could always blow it up."
"...now you're thinking too much like Kuukaku-san, sir. But, Ukitake-taichou probably went through a lot of effort to make that for you."
"Bit over the top, don't you think? I suppose it's the thought that counts. But, er."
"...you could always ask Komamura-taichou for help."
"I'm not sure he'd appreciate that."
"Oi, Hitsugaya-kun," said a person who also poked his head around the shoji screen, "there's gotta be a kidoh for that somewhere, right?"
Another head followed. "I approve, though! It's not really beautiful, per se, but the statue surely makes you look dashing."
"Madarame, Ayasegawa, get out of my office."
-----
Elsewhere, Ukitake-taichou ain't doing much better. Poor Ukitake-taichou. It's not the illness that's a problem; it's what people try to do about it. People and ficwriters-- I am sorry. Slightly. But I /will/ be a crazy cat lady when I am a sixty-year-old bachelorette.
-----
"Happy birthday, taichou! I have gotten you your favorite--"
"Move, you! Taichou! All of your paperwork for the day has been done and I solemnly--"
"Sentarouuu! I'm sure that taichou appreciates--"
"Get over yourself! Now he doesn't have to--"
Juushirou quietly slid the door closed as his two third-seats bickered.
"Aw, be nice," admonished Shunsui, leaning back with the ever-present cup of sake. "They're just trying to make you happy! Isn't it heartwarming to--"
"I appreciate them, but there are times when I don't need them. Namely, most hours of the day."
"Mrow."
"...what?"
Shunsui craned his head. "Ah," he said, "it appears to be a cat."
The birthday taichou turned around. An angelic ball of white fluff was perched atop his desk for no reason in particular. He turned around again, noting a discontinuity in the workings of the universe. "Why aren't you going crazy and attempting to smother it with love?"
"Because," the patient reply came, "it's yours."
"..."
"You should name it."
"Suggestions?"
"Vicious?"
"...why?"
"It bites people that it doesn't like." Shunsui raised a finger covered in marks.
"...Shira-chan?"
"It is an anklebiter, too."
"Aw, be nice."
-----
No, I don't know. Er, happy birthday to you both! ♥ I have never rambled this much and attempted to sound intelligent. I blame it on still being somewhat ill.
Recent episodes make me happy, and thusly, more Momo torture stuff to come. Happy holidays and gorging-on-food to you all! May you never listen to this song too many times!
Also, I have three unused icon spaces. If any bored icon-makers would like to work with my teacup-storm theme, please do. There will, of course, be fic in return, unless it's not worth much in your eyes. ♥