Bleach Drabble (206-208)
I'm too tired to write, but it keeps coming anyway. Someone tell me to stop before I get completely incomprehensible. Cuz I can tell. I'm almost there. ALMOST.
...but at least this batch isn't as sad as the last one? *sheepish laughter*
206.
Title: One Fateful Day in Rukongai
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Eleventh Division
Word Count: 553
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Brought together by an unhappy baby.
Dedication: Kelly- Because she finally friended me back!
A/N: This started out one way and TOTALLY went off somewhere else by the end. I’m too exhausted to think in coherent storylines today. O.o
Zaraki Kenpachi remembers the first, and last, time that he left all of his enemies alive after a fight.
In his defense, it had been an emergency.
Running through the uninhabited wilderness of Rukongai with a baby in his arms and no money in his pocket, he can’t recall ever being in as tough a bind as he had been that day, Yachiru wailing in his grasp like she was being killed and he holding his breath for as long as he could and praying, praying, that they’d happen upon a settlement soon, some sign of civilization to offer respite for Zaraki’s tired arms and disgusted nostrils.
Yachiru stunk so badly even the bandits were avoiding them.
And Kenpachi had no idea how to change a diaper.
So it was almost with a sense of infinite relief that he was stopped a few hours later, forced to face a scraggly group of highwaymen who had been stupid enough to consider Zaraki and his crying armful of unhappy baby girl as easy targets. He recalls watching them with immense happiness and gratitude as they’d stepped out from their hiding places, surrounding the woe begotten foster father in his moment of greatest need.
He’d left every single one of them alive.
And after the fight, with Yachiru wailing disconsolately against his shoulder, he’d shouted rather desperately,
“WHO HERE KNOWS HOW TO CHANGE A GODDAMN DIAPER?!”
When no one had answered, he’d added a,
“I’LL LET EVERYONE LIVE, JUST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE THE STINK GO AWAY.”
Tentatively, like a distant beacon coming slowly into view during the darkest of nights, Kenpachi remembers a hand being raised.
“I uh…I know um…I had a little…brother…” the raised-hand man had started, pushing himself up into a sitting position, one eye swollen completely shut as he regarded Kenpachi and his yowling cargo with no small amount of trepidation.
Kenpachi remembers grabbing the debilitated bandit by the collar and yanking him upwards, grinning manically into the poor man’s face. “You…can… you mean you can…”
“Ah… yes! Yes, I can! Please don’t kill me.”
Kenpachi didn’t kill him. Rather, he remembers hugging him and shoving Yachiru willingly into his new friend’s arms before announcing almost hysterically, “I’m keeping this one. Rest of you are free to go,” as he ran one hand over the bandit’s smooth, shiny head.
That was the first and only time the fearsome Zaraki Kenpachi had ever left all of his opponents alive and well after a battle.
Because a freshly cleaned and changed Yachiru was a happy Yachiru, and to Kenpachi, such a thing was, and still is, worth far more than his reputation as a stone-cold killer ever could be.
And that, once achieved, meant there was nothing left to stop Zaraki from taking seireitei by storm as planned, Yachiru on one shoulder and diaper-changer Ikkaku Madarame bringing up the rear.
For many years afterwards, Ikkaku would wonder how his life had ended up like it has, a hundred and eighty degrees in the opposite direction that he’d had planned out after one stinky encounter in a Rukongai forest.
Though, the third chair supposes presently, it’s not so bad serving under Zaraki. Now, at least.
It’s a well known fact that no one was more grateful to the powers that be than Ikkaku on the day Yachiru wore her last diaper.
END
207.
Title: Agreement Conditional Upon…
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Ishida
Word Count: 193
Warning/s: Spoilers for pretty much everything post Soul Society Arc.
Summary: Ishida finds it more and more difficult to keep the deal with his dad as days go by.
Dedication: Hmmm, I think I’ll just throw this one out to John since I haven’t dedicated anything to him yet. Fanservice=love ^_^
A/N: I am so tired from classes today so here is a stoopid drabble that took seriously, ten minutes before I go pass out on my bed.
They appeared side by side in the middle of the school day like it was the normal thing to do, making a ruckus as they casually strolled the halls in search of Kurosaki, no sense of propriety or decorum visible in a single one of them when they threw the door open and peered in, loud and obnoxious and a complete live-action summary of why, exactly, Ishida Uryuu hated the shinigami.
The group standing there in a raucous five-person cluster was a Quincy’s worst nightmare turned reality, the newly arrived death gods unwittingly blocking the only way in or out of the farce that had suddenly become Ishida’s life.
When Abarai Renji was assigned the seat next to Ishida and the Quincy was told by the sensei to kindly catch the new student up on their current lesson, he sighed and resigned himself to the circus that was slowly enveloping him from all sides, scooting his desk slightly leftward and with chin in hand, wondering how exactly, he was going to explain all of this to his father.
At the rate he was going, he was never going to get his powers back.
END
208.
Title: A Word in Edgewise
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IsshinxRyuuken
Word Count: 473
Warning/s: Mild, unimportant spoilers for the early post-Soul Society chapters?
Summary: Ryuuken just can’t say what’s on his mind. Really.
Dedication: laliho- it’s been a while, and I need you to know that I still love you! XD
A/N: Yeah, I’m still exhausted from class. Do my sentences even make sense? -_-;;
Ryuuken thinks that if he’d had any say in the matter, things would be very different than the way they are now.
For one thing, there would be no bad poetry recitation from the head that has insistently wormed its way into his lap this evening.
He would be reading now, ideally, the house quiet over the weekend and no one here to make any demands of him. He would be doing that, he thinks, instead of mechanically opening his mouth every few pages to be fed a grape, or a chocolate, or an “Isshin special meatball of love.”
He doesn’t like chocolates and he thinks the grapes Isshin picks are too soft, and he doesn’t want to know what an “Isshin special meatball of love” consists of.
If he’d had any say in the matter, he would have been able to kick Kurosaki out of his life the moment they’d met, would have killed him dead after that first pounce/kiss in the living room of his home after he’d opened the door and had a bunch of flowers shoved into his face without so much as a “how do you do.”
If he’d ever been asked, he’s certain he would have said, “no, I don’t want to go out with you, Kurosaki. Leave me alone.”
But seeing as to how he’s never, to this day, been asked on a date so much as been grabbed by the wrist and dragged outside come hell-or-high-water, there’s really nothing he can do about the whole thing.
It’s all rather ridiculous, really, and frowning, he peers down towards the head resting comfortably in his lap, opening his mouth to say…
“Ne, say ‘aaaaaaaaa’ Ryuu-chan!”
Ryuuken pauses in his endeavor to stare at Isshin, who is holding a chocolate-covered strawberry and making it move like a fighter jet in front of the Quincy’s face.
Forgetting what he’d been about to say, Ryuuken just looks at the strawberry-turned-aircraft incredulously. “You can’t…”
“Aaaaaaa!” Isshin insists, wagging the fruit patiently in front of Ryuuken’s mouth like one would do to an uncooperative four-year-old.
Ryuuken glowers back.
Isshin pouts and moves the fruit slightly away, looking wounded. “Waaaah, Ryuu-chan why don’t you love me, you’re always so mean, did I make you mad, are you mad? I didn’t make you mad, did I? I love you, Ryuu-chan, you know I wouldn’t make you mad, not on purpose, don’t look at me like that I don’t…”
Ryuuken sighs when he feels a headache coming on. “Aaaaaa.”
“Waaaah, Ryuu-chan does love me!”
Ryuuken thinks that he should get a word in that says otherwise, that he will say otherwise to that ridiculous claim one day, but for now, as he chews on the strawberry and Isshin hums contentedly in his lap, he tells himself that he just hasn’t gotten the chance to yet.
END
EDITS! I NEED EDITS! And sleep. Which I'll go get now. Yes.
...but at least this batch isn't as sad as the last one? *sheepish laughter*
206.
Title: One Fateful Day in Rukongai
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Eleventh Division
Word Count: 553
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Brought together by an unhappy baby.
Dedication: Kelly- Because she finally friended me back!
A/N: This started out one way and TOTALLY went off somewhere else by the end. I’m too exhausted to think in coherent storylines today. O.o
Zaraki Kenpachi remembers the first, and last, time that he left all of his enemies alive after a fight.
In his defense, it had been an emergency.
Running through the uninhabited wilderness of Rukongai with a baby in his arms and no money in his pocket, he can’t recall ever being in as tough a bind as he had been that day, Yachiru wailing in his grasp like she was being killed and he holding his breath for as long as he could and praying, praying, that they’d happen upon a settlement soon, some sign of civilization to offer respite for Zaraki’s tired arms and disgusted nostrils.
Yachiru stunk so badly even the bandits were avoiding them.
And Kenpachi had no idea how to change a diaper.
So it was almost with a sense of infinite relief that he was stopped a few hours later, forced to face a scraggly group of highwaymen who had been stupid enough to consider Zaraki and his crying armful of unhappy baby girl as easy targets. He recalls watching them with immense happiness and gratitude as they’d stepped out from their hiding places, surrounding the woe begotten foster father in his moment of greatest need.
He’d left every single one of them alive.
And after the fight, with Yachiru wailing disconsolately against his shoulder, he’d shouted rather desperately,
“WHO HERE KNOWS HOW TO CHANGE A GODDAMN DIAPER?!”
When no one had answered, he’d added a,
“I’LL LET EVERYONE LIVE, JUST FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAKE THE STINK GO AWAY.”
Tentatively, like a distant beacon coming slowly into view during the darkest of nights, Kenpachi remembers a hand being raised.
“I uh…I know um…I had a little…brother…” the raised-hand man had started, pushing himself up into a sitting position, one eye swollen completely shut as he regarded Kenpachi and his yowling cargo with no small amount of trepidation.
Kenpachi remembers grabbing the debilitated bandit by the collar and yanking him upwards, grinning manically into the poor man’s face. “You…can… you mean you can…”
“Ah… yes! Yes, I can! Please don’t kill me.”
Kenpachi didn’t kill him. Rather, he remembers hugging him and shoving Yachiru willingly into his new friend’s arms before announcing almost hysterically, “I’m keeping this one. Rest of you are free to go,” as he ran one hand over the bandit’s smooth, shiny head.
That was the first and only time the fearsome Zaraki Kenpachi had ever left all of his opponents alive and well after a battle.
Because a freshly cleaned and changed Yachiru was a happy Yachiru, and to Kenpachi, such a thing was, and still is, worth far more than his reputation as a stone-cold killer ever could be.
And that, once achieved, meant there was nothing left to stop Zaraki from taking seireitei by storm as planned, Yachiru on one shoulder and diaper-changer Ikkaku Madarame bringing up the rear.
For many years afterwards, Ikkaku would wonder how his life had ended up like it has, a hundred and eighty degrees in the opposite direction that he’d had planned out after one stinky encounter in a Rukongai forest.
Though, the third chair supposes presently, it’s not so bad serving under Zaraki. Now, at least.
It’s a well known fact that no one was more grateful to the powers that be than Ikkaku on the day Yachiru wore her last diaper.
END
207.
Title: Agreement Conditional Upon…
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Ishida
Word Count: 193
Warning/s: Spoilers for pretty much everything post Soul Society Arc.
Summary: Ishida finds it more and more difficult to keep the deal with his dad as days go by.
Dedication: Hmmm, I think I’ll just throw this one out to John since I haven’t dedicated anything to him yet. Fanservice=love ^_^
A/N: I am so tired from classes today so here is a stoopid drabble that took seriously, ten minutes before I go pass out on my bed.
They appeared side by side in the middle of the school day like it was the normal thing to do, making a ruckus as they casually strolled the halls in search of Kurosaki, no sense of propriety or decorum visible in a single one of them when they threw the door open and peered in, loud and obnoxious and a complete live-action summary of why, exactly, Ishida Uryuu hated the shinigami.
The group standing there in a raucous five-person cluster was a Quincy’s worst nightmare turned reality, the newly arrived death gods unwittingly blocking the only way in or out of the farce that had suddenly become Ishida’s life.
When Abarai Renji was assigned the seat next to Ishida and the Quincy was told by the sensei to kindly catch the new student up on their current lesson, he sighed and resigned himself to the circus that was slowly enveloping him from all sides, scooting his desk slightly leftward and with chin in hand, wondering how exactly, he was going to explain all of this to his father.
At the rate he was going, he was never going to get his powers back.
END
208.
Title: A Word in Edgewise
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IsshinxRyuuken
Word Count: 473
Warning/s: Mild, unimportant spoilers for the early post-Soul Society chapters?
Summary: Ryuuken just can’t say what’s on his mind. Really.
Dedication: laliho- it’s been a while, and I need you to know that I still love you! XD
A/N: Yeah, I’m still exhausted from class. Do my sentences even make sense? -_-;;
Ryuuken thinks that if he’d had any say in the matter, things would be very different than the way they are now.
For one thing, there would be no bad poetry recitation from the head that has insistently wormed its way into his lap this evening.
He would be reading now, ideally, the house quiet over the weekend and no one here to make any demands of him. He would be doing that, he thinks, instead of mechanically opening his mouth every few pages to be fed a grape, or a chocolate, or an “Isshin special meatball of love.”
He doesn’t like chocolates and he thinks the grapes Isshin picks are too soft, and he doesn’t want to know what an “Isshin special meatball of love” consists of.
If he’d had any say in the matter, he would have been able to kick Kurosaki out of his life the moment they’d met, would have killed him dead after that first pounce/kiss in the living room of his home after he’d opened the door and had a bunch of flowers shoved into his face without so much as a “how do you do.”
If he’d ever been asked, he’s certain he would have said, “no, I don’t want to go out with you, Kurosaki. Leave me alone.”
But seeing as to how he’s never, to this day, been asked on a date so much as been grabbed by the wrist and dragged outside come hell-or-high-water, there’s really nothing he can do about the whole thing.
It’s all rather ridiculous, really, and frowning, he peers down towards the head resting comfortably in his lap, opening his mouth to say…
“Ne, say ‘aaaaaaaaa’ Ryuu-chan!”
Ryuuken pauses in his endeavor to stare at Isshin, who is holding a chocolate-covered strawberry and making it move like a fighter jet in front of the Quincy’s face.
Forgetting what he’d been about to say, Ryuuken just looks at the strawberry-turned-aircraft incredulously. “You can’t…”
“Aaaaaaa!” Isshin insists, wagging the fruit patiently in front of Ryuuken’s mouth like one would do to an uncooperative four-year-old.
Ryuuken glowers back.
Isshin pouts and moves the fruit slightly away, looking wounded. “Waaaah, Ryuu-chan why don’t you love me, you’re always so mean, did I make you mad, are you mad? I didn’t make you mad, did I? I love you, Ryuu-chan, you know I wouldn’t make you mad, not on purpose, don’t look at me like that I don’t…”
Ryuuken sighs when he feels a headache coming on. “Aaaaaa.”
“Waaaah, Ryuu-chan does love me!”
Ryuuken thinks that he should get a word in that says otherwise, that he will say otherwise to that ridiculous claim one day, but for now, as he chews on the strawberry and Isshin hums contentedly in his lap, he tells himself that he just hasn’t gotten the chance to yet.
END
EDITS! I NEED EDITS! And sleep. Which I'll go get now. Yes.