Bleach Drabble (281-285)
More results from the meme on my lj, as well as one thrown in for kicks.
281.
Title: The Bodyguard
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 593
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Ganjyu is Hanatarou’s ardent protector.
Dedication: for miuu_chan.
A/N: Another person stumped me on that line guessing drabble. The request this time was just a nice, generic “GanjyuxHanatarou” request. So… here we go.
Ganjyu likes to be his protector, and Hanatarou supposes that’s alright.
It’s just how the other man is, really. It makes Ganjyu happy when he can save Hanatarou from an eleventh division bully by breaking the bastard’s nose or even better, take on five of Hanatarou’s tormentors at once in a brawl and come out bloody but victorious, Yamada’s reputation and honor properly defended.
If Ganjyu didn’t look so sparklingly happy coming out of those situations, Hanatarou thinks he would definitely tell the other man that he’s good at defending himself, really, and that if Ganjyu would just let him get into his pouch, he could down those would-be bullies quietly and efficiently and without Ganjyu having to suffer anything like a cut or a scrape or… a black eye.
But Ganjyu looks so happy about it as he sits with a pack of ice on his face while Hanatarou disinfects his cuts that the little shinigami can’t bring himself to say anything.
“Heh. I got those bastards good, huh? See if they ever pick on you again.”
Hanatarou offers a smile and dabs gently with a cotton ball at the split across Ganjyu’s knuckles. “You were very brave,” he assures the grinning Shiba gently.
“Yeah well. Couldn’t let him just get away with that, ya know?”
Hanatarou sighs fondly and reaches up, pulling the icepack away from his boyfriend’s face and examining the bruise with a little frown. “Does it hurt very much?”
“Che. Course not. I ain’t a wimp you know.”
“Of course not,” Hanatarou assures him quickly. “You showed everyone that you’re very strong.” He beams.
“Yeah, well.” Ganjyu turns a little bit pink at the excess of praise and pushes the icepack back over his eye. “Ya don’t gotta say it like that,” he mutters, looking away.
Hanatarou smiles again and cups Ganjyu’s cheek, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the corner of his self-proclaimed protector’s mouth. “Just keep holding that there and the swelling should go down soon,” he instructs softly. “I’m going to go see to those guys…”
Ganjyu snorts, but doesn’t stop the fourth division death god because he knows that it’s still his job to tend to any injured shinigami he comes across.
Hanatarou quietly makes his way back into the bar and kneels beside the first of Ganjyu’s groaning victims.
He digs around in his bag and gets to work.
Feeling hands on his chest, the patient groans and growls, cracking his non-swollen eye open and saying, “Hey, aren’t you the bastard that…”
Just as he’s looking to get belligerent again, Hanatarou takes out exactly what he needs from his supply bag and without batting an eye, drugs the bastard so thoroughly he won’t be able to remember his own name for the next day or two.
Very calmly, he continues his work.
Every person watching (who isn’t unconscious) decides right about then, that between the brutal bodily beating from the boyfriend and the threat of incapacitating drugs shortly thereafter, it just isn’t worth picking on Yamada ever again.
When everyone stops picking on Hanatarou altogether not long after the incident, Ganjyu takes the credit for it, stating that he scared all of them off with the power of his own two fists.
Though truthfully, if asked, the bullies are more afraid of the medicines that make a patient lose control of their bowel functions for six to eight hours after being dosed than they are of Shiba Ganjyu’s powerful fists.
But all the same, Hanatarou doesn’t mind letting Ganjyu believe otherwise.
END
282.
Title: Fear Not
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: GinxKira
Word Count: 426
Warning/s: No spoilers, but um, some dark content.
Summary: Ichimaru teaches Kira to not be afraid.
Dedication: for antiparallel- I would have written it for you anyway. *sends love*
A/N: She stumped me on the line drabble! I really am bad at it, aren’t I? XD Here goes then. ^^
His captain taught him to not fear pain.
In his academy days he’d abhorred it, did anything he could to avoid it. He’d worked harder and longer than anyone else because he didn’t want to have anything to do with hurt or pain or blood.
And then Ichimaru Gin taught him that there was nothing to fear.
He’d smiled and wrapped his fingers around his vice-captain’s throat with one strong hand that first night, that first lesson. Kira still remembered how it had hurt. But for the first time, under those very hands, there wasn’t just pain, but the ghost of something else, something that made Izuru’s blood thrum in his ears, made his breath quicken and catch, made sweat bead on his skin and a perverse throbbing stir deep and hot inside his stomach.
And so Gin had taught him on that first night, as he choked the air out of Kira’s lungs, that pain was not scary at all.
Afterwards, Ichimaru was kind and petted his hair, as his little vice-captain sighed and shuddered, shattered against his captain’s chest.
“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Kira-chan?” Gin had asked gently, licking his fingertips as he cleaned them up.
Kira had shaken his head, unable to talk because his voice had been too raw, his throat too injured. He’d clutched at his neck. There had been purple, finger-shaped bruises in the morning.
The next time, Ichimaru told him, “It’s for your own good,” looking kind and benevolent even when he’d bit down on Kira’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
He’d lapped it all up like a cat, and Kira had learned that night, sore and panting in the circle of Gin’s arms, that blood was nothing to fear either.
Ichimaru Gin was the one who taught Kira Izura not to fear. He’d shown his naïve little vice-captain how pain could be felt with other emotions, and now, whenever Kira bled or Kira bruised, he shuddered too, his breath caught too, his skin grew hot and his knees grew weak, too.
And whenever that happened he limped to his captain’s room and asked, with shaky voice, if Ichimaru-taichou couldn’t please show him again, that other emotion that pain could bring.
Gin would always smile and welcome his sweet little vice-captain into his arms without hesitation, petting his hair and murmuring, “Of course. Now take a deep breath and close your eyes.”
Gin was the one who first taught young Kira that pain could be the most excruciating of pleasures in all the world.
END
283.
Title: Serpent’s Song
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Gin, Rukia
Word Count: 350
Warning/s: Er, not any important spoilers I can think of.
Summary: There’s something about Ichimaru’s voice that stops her in her tracks.
Dedication: for hoshitachi. ^^
A/N: Another line guess prize from that meme. I am obviously very bad at guessing lines from my own stories. ^^y The prompt was: “I want Gin x Rukia ... yeah I know that's weird ~.~ (but I just love the two of them so much) ... you want a prompt? music.” Erm… I hope this is okay?
He hums whenever he walks and it sends chills down her spine every time, makes her freeze in her tracks and steals the breath from her lungs.
She knows that there is nothing in his cheerful tune that should prompt the desire to run in her every time.
There’s nothing about the gentle lilting of his voice that should make her feel as if the air is being choked from her throat by phantom fingers.
But it does.
Yet all the same, she finds herself unable to move every time she hears that happy song, the music of his heart. All she can do is listen, her heart pounding in her ears, watching frozen as he passes, the smiling captain of the third division.
He greets her when he sees her, asks her how she is doing and how her brother is. His voice is very much like his song had been, his words full of a rhythmic charm and melodic good intentions.
She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her blood run cold, what there is behind his innocent questions and friendly greetings that seem to render her breathless.
“Aah, Rukia-chan. How are you this fine day, ne?”
She clutches her hands to her chest, unable to suppress the shudder that wracks her body at the sound of his gentle inquiries. “Fine, Ichimaru-taichou. Thank you for asking.”
His grin broadens, and it feels like he’s actually reached out to strike her. “Maa, no need to be so formal, huh? We’re friends aren’t we?”
She swallows. “Ah, yessir.”
“How is your brother?”
“Fine, sir.”
“That’s good. I greatly respect Kuchiki-taichou, you know.”
“I… I’ll send him your greetings, sir.”
“You do that.”
“Y-yes.”
“Well then, I’ll be off. It was wonderful to see you again, Rukia-chan.”
“Y-you too, sir.”
He walks off humming again, throwing her one last, lingering smile over his shoulder.
She watches him go, finding herself unable to calm the pounding of her heart until many hours later.
But even then, the memory of his song still feels like fingers wrapped around her throat.
END
284.
Title: Translation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IkkaxIzu
Word Count: 377
Warning/s: Spoilers (sort-of) for what happened in the Soul Society Arc
Summary: Kira’s learning how to decipher Madarame-speak.
Dedication: sw_inku and anikka_baka for being the two other IkkaxIzu fanworks makers in the universe. It’s like we’re a family connected by ardent love for crack pairings that no one else understands. OH THE BEAUTY AND THE DRAMA OF OUR PREDICAMENT. XD
A/N: This one is just for my own amusement, really, and not in anyway connected to the meme I’ve been slaving away at. XD *whispers* Actually, it’s really a way to wheedle more art out of the people it’s dedicated to.
Ikkaku isn’t very good at talking. He’s the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words anyway, and really, he’ll always find a way to inadvertently pick the stupidest way to say something out of the millions of possible different ways to say it.
But Kira likes that he’s all action, because his memories of Ichimaru Gin are full of pretty words and wonderful lies that all make his heart ache when he thinks about them.
He’d been his captain’s “Precious little Kira-chan,” his “Sweet Izu,” and his “Favorite kawaii-fukutaichou.”
Now, to Ikkaku, he is at worst, “wimp,” and “idiot,” and “geez, stop that, will ya?” and at best, “sweet god don’t look at me like that”.
Ikkaku’s just not very smooth with words, and Kira appreciates that in lieu of his past with Gin. And he finds himself learning how to read the other death god better and better as days pass anyway.
It’s all a matter of translating what his lover is saying into what he means.
For instance, a grumbled “You don’t gotta do this all the time, ya know,” actually translates to Ikkaku’s way of saying “thank you” when Kira wakes early each morning to make him his lunch.
And a “Don’t be such a wimp,” is really, “Kick that bastard’s ass. I believe in your strength.”
“Idiot, don’t be so mushy like that,” really means, “never stop, baby,” and “geez, stop that, will ya?” translates to something along the lines of “alright, you win, I’m sorry.”
And Kira’s favorite, “Sweet god, don’t look at me like that,” means, “I’m three seconds away from jumping you, brace yourself.”
It’s not very complicated at all once you get the hang of how things translate, and so Kira smiles and understands and doesn’t do what Ikkaku says but only what the other death god means.
Ikkaku knows he’s doing it too. And to show his appreciation, he blushes and looks anywhere but at the blonde, telling Kira, “You’n me are the biggest idiots on the face of the planet, aren’t we?”
Kira knows that what he means is, “you and I don’t belong with anyone else in the world but each other.”
So he smiles, takes Madarame’s hand, and whispers, “I know.”
END
285.
Title: Life Lessons
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Hitsugaya
Word Count: 729
Warning/s: Small spoilers for things that happened in the Soul Society arc.
Summary: Toushirou chronicles the things he’s learned from others as a captain.
Dedication: requested by flashindie
A/N: The request was: “Hitsugaya-centric, with the gotei 13. prompt: It takes a village to raise a child.”
Being the youngest of the captains, Hitsugaya Toushirou naturally learned a lot of things from his senior officers in the Gotei-13, all of which he felt could be used to make him a better death god and a more competent leader.
Unfortunately, most of those things he learned were… things not to do.
He learned from Yamamoto-soutaichou that one shouldn’t spend too much time in the onsen if one didn’t want to pass out in a rather undignified manner as a result. He also learned that perhaps doing as such with one’s vice-captain would also lead to the birth of some rather embarrassing rumors regarding one’s relationship with said vice-captain.
He learned from Soi Fong that being short forever was not an attractive option, especially if one’s vice-captain was much taller and prone to dropping crumbs and boogers and etc. wherever he went. As a result, Toushirou drank plenty of milk every morning and hoped for a growth spurt soon.
He learned from Ichimaru Gin that only a very select group of people could openly read pornography in public and not be teased or harassed about it. Though the young tenth division captain still had no idea how the creepy bastard had pulled that off.
He learned from Unohana-taichou that not getting severely injured in battle meant not being covered in spit after her spooky sword-spirit was made to swallow its patients. While it healed things faster, the saliva was still kind of eeuwy. And took quite a while to wash out of one’s hair. The memory made him take even more care than normal in any battle, no matter how seemingly small.
He learned from Aizen Sousuke that Hinamori liked the soft-spoken, bookish type of guy and that he probably ought to get over that childhood crush of his because there was no way he was going to turn out like that ever.
He learned from Kuchiki Byakuya that following the rules to the letter all the time meant the possibility of getting your ass kicked all over the place for something you didn’t really believe in the first place. Toushirou made a mental note to follow his instincts once in a while instead. He also decided that he would order Matsumoto to smack him in the head if he ever got as prissy as Kuchiki-taichou about anything ever.
He learned from Komamura-taichou that bigger didn’t always mean better and worked to hone his skill as well as grow taller.
He learned from Kyouraku-taichou that when a girl said no it meant no and that alcohol made one fall asleep in all manner of undignified positions in random, public spaces. Though to be honest, Toushirou believed he never would have womanized or boozed like Shunsui even without ever having seen the eighth division leader three-sheets to the wind and sexually harassing Ise.
He learned from Tousen Kaname that sight wasn’t always a blessing, especially that time Iba had lost his pants. Tousen was happily free of the mentally scarring image while Toushirou still had nightmares on occasion, of Tetsuzaemon’s horrific underwear.
He learned from Zaraki Kenpachi that stupid strength was still, in the end, stupid. He spoke to Hyourinmaru as often as he could and his sword was relieved for having a master that was neither insane nor negligent. Though a secret part of Toushirou still wanted to maybe one day be strong enough to require an infinite-energy sucking monster to contain his reiatsu. But he didn’t tell anyone about it.
He learned from Kurotsuchi Mayuri that…well…that he didn’t want to grow up to be creepy. That was pretty much it on that end.
And from Ukitake Jyuushirou, he learned that sometimes honor had to be sacrificed for the sake of preserving life because while honor could be regained, death meant the end.
But perhaps, most important of all the things he’d learned while in service as a captain of the Gotei-13, was from Matsumoto Rangiku, who taught him that…
…the laws of gravity could indeed, be broken.
When he very seriously told her this, she thwapped him over the head and told him he’d been a lot cuter back when he was younger and didn’t know very much about these types of things.
When she put it like that, he decided that it was very likely that he would become the best Gotei-13 captain in seireitei history.
END
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281.
Title: The Bodyguard
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 593
Warning/s: No spoilers I can think of.
Summary: Ganjyu is Hanatarou’s ardent protector.
Dedication: for miuu_chan.
A/N: Another person stumped me on that line guessing drabble. The request this time was just a nice, generic “GanjyuxHanatarou” request. So… here we go.
Ganjyu likes to be his protector, and Hanatarou supposes that’s alright.
It’s just how the other man is, really. It makes Ganjyu happy when he can save Hanatarou from an eleventh division bully by breaking the bastard’s nose or even better, take on five of Hanatarou’s tormentors at once in a brawl and come out bloody but victorious, Yamada’s reputation and honor properly defended.
If Ganjyu didn’t look so sparklingly happy coming out of those situations, Hanatarou thinks he would definitely tell the other man that he’s good at defending himself, really, and that if Ganjyu would just let him get into his pouch, he could down those would-be bullies quietly and efficiently and without Ganjyu having to suffer anything like a cut or a scrape or… a black eye.
But Ganjyu looks so happy about it as he sits with a pack of ice on his face while Hanatarou disinfects his cuts that the little shinigami can’t bring himself to say anything.
“Heh. I got those bastards good, huh? See if they ever pick on you again.”
Hanatarou offers a smile and dabs gently with a cotton ball at the split across Ganjyu’s knuckles. “You were very brave,” he assures the grinning Shiba gently.
“Yeah well. Couldn’t let him just get away with that, ya know?”
Hanatarou sighs fondly and reaches up, pulling the icepack away from his boyfriend’s face and examining the bruise with a little frown. “Does it hurt very much?”
“Che. Course not. I ain’t a wimp you know.”
“Of course not,” Hanatarou assures him quickly. “You showed everyone that you’re very strong.” He beams.
“Yeah, well.” Ganjyu turns a little bit pink at the excess of praise and pushes the icepack back over his eye. “Ya don’t gotta say it like that,” he mutters, looking away.
Hanatarou smiles again and cups Ganjyu’s cheek, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the corner of his self-proclaimed protector’s mouth. “Just keep holding that there and the swelling should go down soon,” he instructs softly. “I’m going to go see to those guys…”
Ganjyu snorts, but doesn’t stop the fourth division death god because he knows that it’s still his job to tend to any injured shinigami he comes across.
Hanatarou quietly makes his way back into the bar and kneels beside the first of Ganjyu’s groaning victims.
He digs around in his bag and gets to work.
Feeling hands on his chest, the patient groans and growls, cracking his non-swollen eye open and saying, “Hey, aren’t you the bastard that…”
Just as he’s looking to get belligerent again, Hanatarou takes out exactly what he needs from his supply bag and without batting an eye, drugs the bastard so thoroughly he won’t be able to remember his own name for the next day or two.
Very calmly, he continues his work.
Every person watching (who isn’t unconscious) decides right about then, that between the brutal bodily beating from the boyfriend and the threat of incapacitating drugs shortly thereafter, it just isn’t worth picking on Yamada ever again.
When everyone stops picking on Hanatarou altogether not long after the incident, Ganjyu takes the credit for it, stating that he scared all of them off with the power of his own two fists.
Though truthfully, if asked, the bullies are more afraid of the medicines that make a patient lose control of their bowel functions for six to eight hours after being dosed than they are of Shiba Ganjyu’s powerful fists.
But all the same, Hanatarou doesn’t mind letting Ganjyu believe otherwise.
END
282.
Title: Fear Not
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: GinxKira
Word Count: 426
Warning/s: No spoilers, but um, some dark content.
Summary: Ichimaru teaches Kira to not be afraid.
Dedication: for antiparallel- I would have written it for you anyway. *sends love*
A/N: She stumped me on the line drabble! I really am bad at it, aren’t I? XD Here goes then. ^^
His captain taught him to not fear pain.
In his academy days he’d abhorred it, did anything he could to avoid it. He’d worked harder and longer than anyone else because he didn’t want to have anything to do with hurt or pain or blood.
And then Ichimaru Gin taught him that there was nothing to fear.
He’d smiled and wrapped his fingers around his vice-captain’s throat with one strong hand that first night, that first lesson. Kira still remembered how it had hurt. But for the first time, under those very hands, there wasn’t just pain, but the ghost of something else, something that made Izuru’s blood thrum in his ears, made his breath quicken and catch, made sweat bead on his skin and a perverse throbbing stir deep and hot inside his stomach.
And so Gin had taught him on that first night, as he choked the air out of Kira’s lungs, that pain was not scary at all.
Afterwards, Ichimaru was kind and petted his hair, as his little vice-captain sighed and shuddered, shattered against his captain’s chest.
“There now, that wasn’t so bad, was it, Kira-chan?” Gin had asked gently, licking his fingertips as he cleaned them up.
Kira had shaken his head, unable to talk because his voice had been too raw, his throat too injured. He’d clutched at his neck. There had been purple, finger-shaped bruises in the morning.
The next time, Ichimaru told him, “It’s for your own good,” looking kind and benevolent even when he’d bit down on Kira’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
He’d lapped it all up like a cat, and Kira had learned that night, sore and panting in the circle of Gin’s arms, that blood was nothing to fear either.
Ichimaru Gin was the one who taught Kira Izura not to fear. He’d shown his naïve little vice-captain how pain could be felt with other emotions, and now, whenever Kira bled or Kira bruised, he shuddered too, his breath caught too, his skin grew hot and his knees grew weak, too.
And whenever that happened he limped to his captain’s room and asked, with shaky voice, if Ichimaru-taichou couldn’t please show him again, that other emotion that pain could bring.
Gin would always smile and welcome his sweet little vice-captain into his arms without hesitation, petting his hair and murmuring, “Of course. Now take a deep breath and close your eyes.”
Gin was the one who first taught young Kira that pain could be the most excruciating of pleasures in all the world.
END
283.
Title: Serpent’s Song
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Gin, Rukia
Word Count: 350
Warning/s: Er, not any important spoilers I can think of.
Summary: There’s something about Ichimaru’s voice that stops her in her tracks.
Dedication: for hoshitachi. ^^
A/N: Another line guess prize from that meme. I am obviously very bad at guessing lines from my own stories. ^^y The prompt was: “I want Gin x Rukia ... yeah I know that's weird ~.~ (but I just love the two of them so much) ... you want a prompt? music.” Erm… I hope this is okay?
He hums whenever he walks and it sends chills down her spine every time, makes her freeze in her tracks and steals the breath from her lungs.
She knows that there is nothing in his cheerful tune that should prompt the desire to run in her every time.
There’s nothing about the gentle lilting of his voice that should make her feel as if the air is being choked from her throat by phantom fingers.
But it does.
Yet all the same, she finds herself unable to move every time she hears that happy song, the music of his heart. All she can do is listen, her heart pounding in her ears, watching frozen as he passes, the smiling captain of the third division.
He greets her when he sees her, asks her how she is doing and how her brother is. His voice is very much like his song had been, his words full of a rhythmic charm and melodic good intentions.
She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her blood run cold, what there is behind his innocent questions and friendly greetings that seem to render her breathless.
“Aah, Rukia-chan. How are you this fine day, ne?”
She clutches her hands to her chest, unable to suppress the shudder that wracks her body at the sound of his gentle inquiries. “Fine, Ichimaru-taichou. Thank you for asking.”
His grin broadens, and it feels like he’s actually reached out to strike her. “Maa, no need to be so formal, huh? We’re friends aren’t we?”
She swallows. “Ah, yessir.”
“How is your brother?”
“Fine, sir.”
“That’s good. I greatly respect Kuchiki-taichou, you know.”
“I… I’ll send him your greetings, sir.”
“You do that.”
“Y-yes.”
“Well then, I’ll be off. It was wonderful to see you again, Rukia-chan.”
“Y-you too, sir.”
He walks off humming again, throwing her one last, lingering smile over his shoulder.
She watches him go, finding herself unable to calm the pounding of her heart until many hours later.
But even then, the memory of his song still feels like fingers wrapped around her throat.
END
284.
Title: Translation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IkkaxIzu
Word Count: 377
Warning/s: Spoilers (sort-of) for what happened in the Soul Society Arc
Summary: Kira’s learning how to decipher Madarame-speak.
Dedication: sw_inku and anikka_baka for being the two other IkkaxIzu fanworks makers in the universe. It’s like we’re a family connected by ardent love for crack pairings that no one else understands. OH THE BEAUTY AND THE DRAMA OF OUR PREDICAMENT. XD
A/N: This one is just for my own amusement, really, and not in anyway connected to the meme I’ve been slaving away at. XD *whispers* Actually, it’s really a way to wheedle more art out of the people it’s dedicated to.
Ikkaku isn’t very good at talking. He’s the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words anyway, and really, he’ll always find a way to inadvertently pick the stupidest way to say something out of the millions of possible different ways to say it.
But Kira likes that he’s all action, because his memories of Ichimaru Gin are full of pretty words and wonderful lies that all make his heart ache when he thinks about them.
He’d been his captain’s “Precious little Kira-chan,” his “Sweet Izu,” and his “Favorite kawaii-fukutaichou.”
Now, to Ikkaku, he is at worst, “wimp,” and “idiot,” and “geez, stop that, will ya?” and at best, “sweet god don’t look at me like that”.
Ikkaku’s just not very smooth with words, and Kira appreciates that in lieu of his past with Gin. And he finds himself learning how to read the other death god better and better as days pass anyway.
It’s all a matter of translating what his lover is saying into what he means.
For instance, a grumbled “You don’t gotta do this all the time, ya know,” actually translates to Ikkaku’s way of saying “thank you” when Kira wakes early each morning to make him his lunch.
And a “Don’t be such a wimp,” is really, “Kick that bastard’s ass. I believe in your strength.”
“Idiot, don’t be so mushy like that,” really means, “never stop, baby,” and “geez, stop that, will ya?” translates to something along the lines of “alright, you win, I’m sorry.”
And Kira’s favorite, “Sweet god, don’t look at me like that,” means, “I’m three seconds away from jumping you, brace yourself.”
It’s not very complicated at all once you get the hang of how things translate, and so Kira smiles and understands and doesn’t do what Ikkaku says but only what the other death god means.
Ikkaku knows he’s doing it too. And to show his appreciation, he blushes and looks anywhere but at the blonde, telling Kira, “You’n me are the biggest idiots on the face of the planet, aren’t we?”
Kira knows that what he means is, “you and I don’t belong with anyone else in the world but each other.”
So he smiles, takes Madarame’s hand, and whispers, “I know.”
END
285.
Title: Life Lessons
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Hitsugaya
Word Count: 729
Warning/s: Small spoilers for things that happened in the Soul Society arc.
Summary: Toushirou chronicles the things he’s learned from others as a captain.
Dedication: requested by flashindie
A/N: The request was: “Hitsugaya-centric, with the gotei 13. prompt: It takes a village to raise a child.”
Being the youngest of the captains, Hitsugaya Toushirou naturally learned a lot of things from his senior officers in the Gotei-13, all of which he felt could be used to make him a better death god and a more competent leader.
Unfortunately, most of those things he learned were… things not to do.
He learned from Yamamoto-soutaichou that one shouldn’t spend too much time in the onsen if one didn’t want to pass out in a rather undignified manner as a result. He also learned that perhaps doing as such with one’s vice-captain would also lead to the birth of some rather embarrassing rumors regarding one’s relationship with said vice-captain.
He learned from Soi Fong that being short forever was not an attractive option, especially if one’s vice-captain was much taller and prone to dropping crumbs and boogers and etc. wherever he went. As a result, Toushirou drank plenty of milk every morning and hoped for a growth spurt soon.
He learned from Ichimaru Gin that only a very select group of people could openly read pornography in public and not be teased or harassed about it. Though the young tenth division captain still had no idea how the creepy bastard had pulled that off.
He learned from Unohana-taichou that not getting severely injured in battle meant not being covered in spit after her spooky sword-spirit was made to swallow its patients. While it healed things faster, the saliva was still kind of eeuwy. And took quite a while to wash out of one’s hair. The memory made him take even more care than normal in any battle, no matter how seemingly small.
He learned from Aizen Sousuke that Hinamori liked the soft-spoken, bookish type of guy and that he probably ought to get over that childhood crush of his because there was no way he was going to turn out like that ever.
He learned from Kuchiki Byakuya that following the rules to the letter all the time meant the possibility of getting your ass kicked all over the place for something you didn’t really believe in the first place. Toushirou made a mental note to follow his instincts once in a while instead. He also decided that he would order Matsumoto to smack him in the head if he ever got as prissy as Kuchiki-taichou about anything ever.
He learned from Komamura-taichou that bigger didn’t always mean better and worked to hone his skill as well as grow taller.
He learned from Kyouraku-taichou that when a girl said no it meant no and that alcohol made one fall asleep in all manner of undignified positions in random, public spaces. Though to be honest, Toushirou believed he never would have womanized or boozed like Shunsui even without ever having seen the eighth division leader three-sheets to the wind and sexually harassing Ise.
He learned from Tousen Kaname that sight wasn’t always a blessing, especially that time Iba had lost his pants. Tousen was happily free of the mentally scarring image while Toushirou still had nightmares on occasion, of Tetsuzaemon’s horrific underwear.
He learned from Zaraki Kenpachi that stupid strength was still, in the end, stupid. He spoke to Hyourinmaru as often as he could and his sword was relieved for having a master that was neither insane nor negligent. Though a secret part of Toushirou still wanted to maybe one day be strong enough to require an infinite-energy sucking monster to contain his reiatsu. But he didn’t tell anyone about it.
He learned from Kurotsuchi Mayuri that…well…that he didn’t want to grow up to be creepy. That was pretty much it on that end.
And from Ukitake Jyuushirou, he learned that sometimes honor had to be sacrificed for the sake of preserving life because while honor could be regained, death meant the end.
But perhaps, most important of all the things he’d learned while in service as a captain of the Gotei-13, was from Matsumoto Rangiku, who taught him that…
…the laws of gravity could indeed, be broken.
When he very seriously told her this, she thwapped him over the head and told him he’d been a lot cuter back when he was younger and didn’t know very much about these types of things.
When she put it like that, he decided that it was very likely that he would become the best Gotei-13 captain in seireitei history.
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Edits definitely needed!