I love February.
Tezuka's inital counseling appointment went well. Progress should follow quickly in its wake. ^___^
Last night was lovely, I felt inspired to write and so I wrote drabbles on request for hours. There are nearly forty, but I shall only post a few of them for you. No offense is meant to any of the personages portrayed therein.
^__^ Enjoy~!
(Ryuuken/Orihime, glass. T.)
Rainglass
She shows up at his door, drenched and shivering but obviously determined.
He's never been vulnerable to pretty girls, but he's been expecting this one so he doesn't think twice about inviting her in and draping her with a blue and white towel. She has grey eyes.
She makes a silly comment about Quincy colours, which he ignores in favour of fixing her with a measuring stare and handing her a glass of water, not that she needs any more of that.
"Where is Ishida-kun?" she asks him, not fazed at all. "He hasn't been around lately, and even when he has, he won't talk to Kurosaki-kun... o-or me. Is something wrong?"
Worry shines from her eyes... the same colour of warm grey as his wife's had been, but he wasn't going to think about her right now. This was about his son, or so he told himself.
"There's nothing wrong. Go home," he tells her indifferently, hoping she'll just do as he says and leave him blessedly alone.
She doesn't, but instead gets all up in his face and blazes those eyes at him, angry and concerned and beautiful even though she's dripping all over his pristine floor. She really has no idea.
So he kissed her to shut her up. Dimly he hears the shattering of glass on the cold tile floor, but she tastes like rain and freesia and his wife and despite the fact that he's being very stupid, he can't pull himself away.
She does it for him, shoving him with surprising strength and bolting out the door. It swings open and forlornly shut behind her.
The rain swallows her up, and Ryuuken kneels to clean the glass from the floor, ignoring the blood.
Quincys are taught to endure pain.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Byakuya/Rukia, flaw. K.)
One by One
Sometimes, when Rukia was bored, she liked to count his flaws one by one. There were a lot.
Then, she liked to write them on pieces of paper and drop them in the river, one by one, and watch them float away like the unimportant bits of nothing they were. He was flawed, yes.
That was why he was beautiful. She had never met a perfect person yet, but the closer a person got, the more boring they seemed to become.
If there was anything Rukia hated, it was boring people.
He found her sitting on the riverbank, watching the little shreds of white sluggishly drift off away from the sunset.
She looked up at him and smiled a little, an indulgence but a permissible one. He wordlessly gave her a hand up and walked all the way home with her. It had probably been an order (bring her home, she has duties to take care of around the house!) but she didn't care because he'd obeyed it.
He didn't protest when she caught his long fingers between her own thin ones, or when she drew patterns on his palm with her thumb. These little intimacies were all he would allow her.
They were enough. For now.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Ishida/Tatsuki, swing. T.)
Grass Stains
He stumbled on her by accident, swinging slowly back and forth in the pouring rain.
When he asked her what was wrong, she gave him a weird speech about how everyone she loved loved everyone but her, or loved her but not the way she wanted. Then she kissed him, though it was more like a tackle, pinning him to the ground and threading her fingers through his hair like it was the only thing holding her to the earth.
His umbrella lay twirling in sad, aimless circles on the pavement a few feet away while the rain soaked into his back.
When at last she dragged herself off him to curl into a ball of knees and elbows, she looked over at him and said "That was for her. Make sure you pass it on."
Ishida had no idea what she was talking about, and the rain was cold. He picked up his umbrella and started walking again, wondering if he was somehow having fever visions. The freezing drip down his spine said he wasn't, but he was good at ignoring things that didn't fit into his chosen view, as Ichigo could attest.
Behind him, Tatsuki tilted her head back to the weeping skies and began to laugh.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Rangiku/Orihime, slip. M.)
Oops?
Orihime was truly a wonderful liar, but only to herself.
She'd honestly only meant to bring Rangiku-san a new bottle of shampoo. Slipping on the wet floor and falling face-first into the bathing woman's voluminous cleavage was absolutely an accident.
And that other time... the floor really had mysteriously tripped her and her mouth landing on a nipple was a weird coincidence but not anything to read into.
And when Rangiku finally gave up and kissed her properly, she really didn't like it and only went along because she didn't want to hurt Rangiku's feelings, because she was a nice girl like that, very good and normal and very not lesbian.
She didn't like the orgasm, either, or any of the seven after that.
Honestly.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Gin/Rangiku, breath of air. K.)
Asphyxia
Her first thought when he'd found her lying on the road had been that air hadn't existed until just now. She'd been suffocating and hadn't even noticed, wasn't that funny?
Now, decades later, she realized she was suffocating again in his absence. He took all the air with him wherever he went and left none for her. Typical, he was so selfish.
Later yet, she knew he'd come back when her lungs loosened on their own and air poured silky-violet down her parched throat. "Welcome back," she said to the wind, and felt his arms around her.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Tamaki/Haruhi, quiet. K.)
Afternoon
It was a rare moment.
Haruhi sat next to him in the quiet sunshine, watching him sleep and wishing he would stay that way for a while yet. Tamaki was so deafening when he was awake that it was hard to see through the noise to him. It was like a sound barrier he put up to distract people from looking at the real person underneath it.
Haruhi wasn't fooled, but it was still annoying.
She liked him better this way, summer-warm and gently silent.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Urahara/Yoruichi, cat. K+.)
Research
"Hmm. One more time."
Yoruichi sniffed and crossed her arms. "It isn't that hard, really. You're always bragging about what a brilliant scientist you are, why is it so hard to figure out my transformation ability?"
"Hmm," was all he said. "One more time."
She misted into her feline form, then exploded back impatiently.
"Hmm," he said. "Hmmm."
She would never tell him, but she knew exactly what he was up to. The fact that his eyes never came anywhere near her face when she transformed back into her conveniently naked human form helped the deduction process greatly. She sighed and crossed her legs lotus-style, tolerantly ignoring the way his eyes glazed over.
"Hmm. One more time."
She complied, because much as she would never admit this either, she loved that glassy look.
"Hmmmmmmm."
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Atobe/Ryoma, baking)
Sugar and Spice
"Not even if I paid you?"
"Especially not if you paid me. Loser."
Atobe pouted. "Even if I took you out for dinner and let you pick my outfit?"
Ryoma paused. That was tempting. He was awfully sick of those freaking shirts. "I get to pick the restaurant?"
The shudder that coursed over Atobe was visible even through the thick double glass of the window... of the kitchen he was currently locked out of. "Fine."
"Deal." Ryoma reluctantly unlocked the door to let him in.
Atobe surveyed him with a slackjawed stare as soon as he was far enough in to get the full picture. "You actually did it."
"Like I would go back on a dare." Despite his surly tone, Ryoma's face was red. He turned away to hide it, but that only present Atobe with an even better view: one apron tie and a loop around the neck to hold it up.
Ryoma. Baking cookies. In an apron... and nothing else.
He made a mental note to play Truth or Dare more often.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Hmm. That's one's going to get me killed, isn't it.
And now for some crossovers.
(Fuji/Light, March 1st. K.)
Quantum
It's March 1st on a leap year, and Fuji and Light are drinking tea while the snow melts outside.
Fuji's trying to explain why the first day of March is special on years like this, because he knows that out of all the people in the world, Light is most likely to understand what he's trying to say.
"February twenty-ninth is a mystical day," he says, running a finger along the edge of his teacup. "It doesn't technically exist most of the time, so when we're in it, it feels like we could just slip through the cracks in time and never come out the other side."
Light nods. "So when you come through into March 1st, you have--"
"--this feeling like I've escaped a dangerous situation, like stepping onto solid ground after crossing a rope bridge blindfolded. Forgive the metaphor."
"Forgiven," Light says with an easy smile, raising his cup to clink gently against Fuji's. "A toast, then, to vanishing days and the mornings after them."
Fuji smiles back and lifts the cup to his lips. "Cheers."
xoxoxoxoxoxox
To end things on a humorous note:
(Yachiru + Ryuk, cute. K.)
Pinkeye
Yachiru had a very different idea of 'cute' than the vast majority of people. For instance, she could care less about puppies or babies. They were useless, whiny, and high maintenance.
The dark shinigami, however, fascinated her. Their bulging eyes, their odd leathery clothing, their unreasonable love for the strangest things... all of these delighted her.
The first time she met Ryuk, she poked him in the eye to see what he'd do. Mostly he just made a lot of noise and clapped his big spiky hands over the assaulted, rapidly reddening eye. Then he chased her around Seireitei for nearly four hours. It was the most fun she'd had in decades.
"Ukki-chan! Over here, over here!" she yelled gleefully from the rooftop above and behind him.
"Did you just call me Ucky?" he bellowed, face swelling in aggrieved protest.
See now, that was just the cutest thing ever. She couldn't understand why nobody else thought so... but then again, she never really bothered trying to understand people anyway, because people, as a rule, were dumb.
Except for Ken-chan, and maybe Ucky-chan if he kept playing with her.
"Catch me if you can!"
xoxoxoxoxoxox
^______^ I hope you enjoyed them. If not, send the hatemail and bombs to my Belgian address.
~Kikyou
((ooc: All these drabbles and a lot more can be found here at my secondary FFNet account, Kuroeia. There's more than a dozen I'm still waiting to post because FFNet's document manager is broken.
Thanks!))
Last night was lovely, I felt inspired to write and so I wrote drabbles on request for hours. There are nearly forty, but I shall only post a few of them for you. No offense is meant to any of the personages portrayed therein.
^__^ Enjoy~!
(Ryuuken/Orihime, glass. T.)
Rainglass
She shows up at his door, drenched and shivering but obviously determined.
He's never been vulnerable to pretty girls, but he's been expecting this one so he doesn't think twice about inviting her in and draping her with a blue and white towel. She has grey eyes.
She makes a silly comment about Quincy colours, which he ignores in favour of fixing her with a measuring stare and handing her a glass of water, not that she needs any more of that.
"Where is Ishida-kun?" she asks him, not fazed at all. "He hasn't been around lately, and even when he has, he won't talk to Kurosaki-kun... o-or me. Is something wrong?"
Worry shines from her eyes... the same colour of warm grey as his wife's had been, but he wasn't going to think about her right now. This was about his son, or so he told himself.
"There's nothing wrong. Go home," he tells her indifferently, hoping she'll just do as he says and leave him blessedly alone.
She doesn't, but instead gets all up in his face and blazes those eyes at him, angry and concerned and beautiful even though she's dripping all over his pristine floor. She really has no idea.
So he kissed her to shut her up. Dimly he hears the shattering of glass on the cold tile floor, but she tastes like rain and freesia and his wife and despite the fact that he's being very stupid, he can't pull himself away.
She does it for him, shoving him with surprising strength and bolting out the door. It swings open and forlornly shut behind her.
The rain swallows her up, and Ryuuken kneels to clean the glass from the floor, ignoring the blood.
Quincys are taught to endure pain.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Byakuya/Rukia, flaw. K.)
One by One
Sometimes, when Rukia was bored, she liked to count his flaws one by one. There were a lot.
Then, she liked to write them on pieces of paper and drop them in the river, one by one, and watch them float away like the unimportant bits of nothing they were. He was flawed, yes.
That was why he was beautiful. She had never met a perfect person yet, but the closer a person got, the more boring they seemed to become.
If there was anything Rukia hated, it was boring people.
He found her sitting on the riverbank, watching the little shreds of white sluggishly drift off away from the sunset.
She looked up at him and smiled a little, an indulgence but a permissible one. He wordlessly gave her a hand up and walked all the way home with her. It had probably been an order (bring her home, she has duties to take care of around the house!) but she didn't care because he'd obeyed it.
He didn't protest when she caught his long fingers between her own thin ones, or when she drew patterns on his palm with her thumb. These little intimacies were all he would allow her.
They were enough. For now.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Ishida/Tatsuki, swing. T.)
Grass Stains
He stumbled on her by accident, swinging slowly back and forth in the pouring rain.
When he asked her what was wrong, she gave him a weird speech about how everyone she loved loved everyone but her, or loved her but not the way she wanted. Then she kissed him, though it was more like a tackle, pinning him to the ground and threading her fingers through his hair like it was the only thing holding her to the earth.
His umbrella lay twirling in sad, aimless circles on the pavement a few feet away while the rain soaked into his back.
When at last she dragged herself off him to curl into a ball of knees and elbows, she looked over at him and said "That was for her. Make sure you pass it on."
Ishida had no idea what she was talking about, and the rain was cold. He picked up his umbrella and started walking again, wondering if he was somehow having fever visions. The freezing drip down his spine said he wasn't, but he was good at ignoring things that didn't fit into his chosen view, as Ichigo could attest.
Behind him, Tatsuki tilted her head back to the weeping skies and began to laugh.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Rangiku/Orihime, slip. M.)
Oops?
Orihime was truly a wonderful liar, but only to herself.
She'd honestly only meant to bring Rangiku-san a new bottle of shampoo. Slipping on the wet floor and falling face-first into the bathing woman's voluminous cleavage was absolutely an accident.
And that other time... the floor really had mysteriously tripped her and her mouth landing on a nipple was a weird coincidence but not anything to read into.
And when Rangiku finally gave up and kissed her properly, she really didn't like it and only went along because she didn't want to hurt Rangiku's feelings, because she was a nice girl like that, very good and normal and very not lesbian.
She didn't like the orgasm, either, or any of the seven after that.
Honestly.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Gin/Rangiku, breath of air. K.)
Asphyxia
Her first thought when he'd found her lying on the road had been that air hadn't existed until just now. She'd been suffocating and hadn't even noticed, wasn't that funny?
Now, decades later, she realized she was suffocating again in his absence. He took all the air with him wherever he went and left none for her. Typical, he was so selfish.
Later yet, she knew he'd come back when her lungs loosened on their own and air poured silky-violet down her parched throat. "Welcome back," she said to the wind, and felt his arms around her.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Tamaki/Haruhi, quiet. K.)
Afternoon
It was a rare moment.
Haruhi sat next to him in the quiet sunshine, watching him sleep and wishing he would stay that way for a while yet. Tamaki was so deafening when he was awake that it was hard to see through the noise to him. It was like a sound barrier he put up to distract people from looking at the real person underneath it.
Haruhi wasn't fooled, but it was still annoying.
She liked him better this way, summer-warm and gently silent.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Urahara/Yoruichi, cat. K+.)
Research
"Hmm. One more time."
Yoruichi sniffed and crossed her arms. "It isn't that hard, really. You're always bragging about what a brilliant scientist you are, why is it so hard to figure out my transformation ability?"
"Hmm," was all he said. "One more time."
She misted into her feline form, then exploded back impatiently.
"Hmm," he said. "Hmmm."
She would never tell him, but she knew exactly what he was up to. The fact that his eyes never came anywhere near her face when she transformed back into her conveniently naked human form helped the deduction process greatly. She sighed and crossed her legs lotus-style, tolerantly ignoring the way his eyes glazed over.
"Hmm. One more time."
She complied, because much as she would never admit this either, she loved that glassy look.
"Hmmmmmmm."
xoxoxoxoxoxox
(Atobe/Ryoma, baking)
Sugar and Spice
"Not even if I paid you?"
"Especially not if you paid me. Loser."
Atobe pouted. "Even if I took you out for dinner and let you pick my outfit?"
Ryoma paused. That was tempting. He was awfully sick of those freaking shirts. "I get to pick the restaurant?"
The shudder that coursed over Atobe was visible even through the thick double glass of the window... of the kitchen he was currently locked out of. "Fine."
"Deal." Ryoma reluctantly unlocked the door to let him in.
Atobe surveyed him with a slackjawed stare as soon as he was far enough in to get the full picture. "You actually did it."
"Like I would go back on a dare." Despite his surly tone, Ryoma's face was red. He turned away to hide it, but that only present Atobe with an even better view: one apron tie and a loop around the neck to hold it up.
Ryoma. Baking cookies. In an apron... and nothing else.
He made a mental note to play Truth or Dare more often.
xoxoxoxoxoxox
Hmm. That's one's going to get me killed, isn't it.
And now for some crossovers.
(Fuji/Light, March 1st. K.)
Quantum
It's March 1st on a leap year, and Fuji and Light are drinking tea while the snow melts outside.
Fuji's trying to explain why the first day of March is special on years like this, because he knows that out of all the people in the world, Light is most likely to understand what he's trying to say.
"February twenty-ninth is a mystical day," he says, running a finger along the edge of his teacup. "It doesn't technically exist most of the time, so when we're in it, it feels like we could just slip through the cracks in time and never come out the other side."
Light nods. "So when you come through into March 1st, you have--"
"--this feeling like I've escaped a dangerous situation, like stepping onto solid ground after crossing a rope bridge blindfolded. Forgive the metaphor."
"Forgiven," Light says with an easy smile, raising his cup to clink gently against Fuji's. "A toast, then, to vanishing days and the mornings after them."
Fuji smiles back and lifts the cup to his lips. "Cheers."
xoxoxoxoxoxox
To end things on a humorous note:
(Yachiru + Ryuk, cute. K.)
Pinkeye
Yachiru had a very different idea of 'cute' than the vast majority of people. For instance, she could care less about puppies or babies. They were useless, whiny, and high maintenance.
The dark shinigami, however, fascinated her. Their bulging eyes, their odd leathery clothing, their unreasonable love for the strangest things... all of these delighted her.
The first time she met Ryuk, she poked him in the eye to see what he'd do. Mostly he just made a lot of noise and clapped his big spiky hands over the assaulted, rapidly reddening eye. Then he chased her around Seireitei for nearly four hours. It was the most fun she'd had in decades.
"Ukki-chan! Over here, over here!" she yelled gleefully from the rooftop above and behind him.
"Did you just call me Ucky?" he bellowed, face swelling in aggrieved protest.
See now, that was just the cutest thing ever. She couldn't understand why nobody else thought so... but then again, she never really bothered trying to understand people anyway, because people, as a rule, were dumb.
Except for Ken-chan, and maybe Ucky-chan if he kept playing with her.
"Catch me if you can!"
xoxoxoxoxoxox
^______^ I hope you enjoyed them. If not, send the hatemail and bombs to my Belgian address.
~Kikyou
((ooc: All these drabbles and a lot more can be found here at my secondary FFNet account, Kuroeia. There's more than a dozen I'm still waiting to post because FFNet's document manager is broken.
Thanks!))