Bleach Drabble (117-119)
So, I wanted to do one last LA fic post before I left to go back to TX... it's 3 in the morning and this is what I managed to come up with in the last few hours (well, this and what I wrote on Vinnie's request, which is like, 16 pages now? Geez).
This might be the last of me for some time! Or maybe not, depends on whether I can steal my bro's comp in TX I suppose. XD
117.
Title: Oniisan
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Kon, Ichigo
Word Count: 183
Warning/s: Um…lots of stupidity and some OOCness?
Summary: Kon speaks inappropriately.
Dedication: Mel- she tried to prompt me to write this in five lines. Then it exploded because I talk too much. I AM A FAILURE.
A/N: LAME.
"You know, Yuzu's going to get pretty cute one day," Kon muses with a light in his eye that Ichigo doesn't quite like. "Karin too, actually. Twins, huh? I mean yeah, they don’t look identical, but still… ” The mod soul leers as he says the words ‘twins’ and ‘identical’ and Ichigo feels his eye tick reflexively in response. “Hmmm… five years from now and the two of them… that's kinda... eheheheheh."
Ichigo would punch the dirty bastard, except right now, that would suck. So instead he glares and says, "Don't ever say that again wearing my body.”
Pause. “You know what? Just don’t ever say it again ever.”
Kon grins. “And you know that picture of your mom down stairs? Hubba-hubba… ACK.”
Ichigo ends up punching the bastard anyway.
The next day, as he’s walking around school with a self-inflicted black eye, Kurosaki comforts himself with the knowledge that Kon is duct-taped to the back of the toilet tank again and that Isshin’s first bowel movement of the day is a punishment worse than death.
It makes the mortification all worth it.
END
118.
Title: Skirt Chaser
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 652
Warning/s: No spoilers, but longwinded weirdness. -_-;;
Summary: Kyouraku loves women.
Dedication: The other writers for KyourakuxUkitake. I know you’re out there somewhere. PLEASE COME OUT.
A/N: Um, I don’t know. I just felt like I hadn’t written these two in a while. So I did. This was the only idea that could come to my mind at 2:30 in the morning, my last night in LA. SUMMER OBVIOUSLY KILLS MY BRAIN LIKE WOAH.
Kyouraku Shunsui loves women. Ukitake knows that there’s simply something old-fashioned in the other captain that adores how soft and sweet and pretty women are, how they are the embodiment of all things beautiful and good. Shunsui wants to protect them from the bad things, thinks somewhere in that idealistic head of his that someone like him is useless if he cannot work to be strong and take care of those rare, beautiful things like women that exist in the world.
So Shunsui loves his women. They’re all beautiful to him, all splendid and good and kind because he’s convinced there is never anything ugly about any girl. He refuses to believe that there is anything inherently bad about these sweet, gentle creatures that he cares so deeply for.
And so he flirts shamelessly with Unohana whenever he sees her because she is absolutely stunning no matter her age or how matronly she may seem.
He compliments Hinamori on her hair and pats her head and tells her how cute she is, and what a fine woman she will grow to become.
He kisses Matsumoto’s cheeks and twirls her around when they run into each other, and she laughs and indulges him and even kisses his cheeks in return sometimes, bold and lively and full of sass.
He brings Nemu presents when he has to see Mayuri, not letting her fade into the background as her father prefers her to. He lavishes attention on her because he believes someone so cute should not be kept under such tight control like she is. He gives her candies and ribbons for her hair and winks at her when he’s supposed to be conversing with Mayuri, and the pretty blush that blossoms across her cheeks warms his heart.
He even smiles at Soi Fong when they pass each other in a corridor, tells her that he’s certain she has a heart-stopping smile under all those glares and that he would love to see it someday, if she ever feels like showing it to anyone. He even chuckles when she tells him she knows a couple of other ways to stop his heart if he wants it so badly. He thinks she’s gorgeous as she storms off, her ears slightly pink as she leaves him behind.
As for Nanao, he spoils her a little bit because she is so strict and uptight that he thinks she’s never had the proper sort of attention lavished on her that she deserves, the quiet bookish type that she is. So he makes a big deal out of everything, calls her name loudly and declares how precious she is, how beautiful and strong she is and how much he admires and cares for her. She rolls her eyes at him most of the time, but everyone can see that she enjoys hearing it every now and again; simply as a reminder that she is a woman and that she is still lovely, even under the stress of her job and the strict bearing that she forces herself to operate under.
Shunsui loves women enough to care about these little details in their lives, and while some people view it simply as the eighth division captain behaving like some sort of old, perverted rake, it only makes Ukitake love the other man more. Because as thoughtful as Kyouraku is with those women he loves so much, it is Jyuushirou’s bed that he returns to at night.
Unquestionably, Shunsui loves all women, all equally.
But Ukitake Jyuushirou understands that he is loved as well. And he sleeps comfortably knowing that he doesn’t have to share that title with anyone else in Shunsui’s heart, because he is the only Ukitake Jyuushirou there is.
And that is enough to quell any jealousy the thirteenth division captain might have, because while Shunsui declares that he loves all women, he only agrees to loving one man.
END
119.
Title: Something Precious
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Ryuuken
Word Count: 479
Warning/s: Spoilers for the post-soul society arc, sort of. Maybe not, I don’t know. Depends.
Summary: Ryuuken makes a choice.
Dedication: Greg- Thanks for dinner tonight! I’ll see you when I get back. ^^
A/N: I’m going to see my daddy tomorrow, for the first time in a long time (Since March, I believe?). That’s a long time to me, okay? And I haven’t been home in over a year, so this will be interesting. Thus, I have papa-Ryuuken love again. -_-;; I’m such a daddy’s girl.
There’s a small life in his hands that he is responsible for now, and as he looks at it, he thinks that there is something profoundly moving about the way a tiny hand wraps into a fist around one of his long fingers.
It’s a heavy weight that settles in his chest as he looks down at that pink, wrinkled face, surprisingly bright eyes gazing back up at him curiously.
He finds himself staring thoughtfully at the little person that is suddenly the center of his universe, and there is an accompanying feeling of deep, dark dread that washes over him at the same moment that he feels the staggering presence of what can only be described as overwhelming love.
The conflicting emotions tear fiercely at him for a while before he feels something break inside, and with something akin to realization battering his heart, he very quietly turns with his son in his arms to face the moonlit window.
Uryuu makes a contented gurgling noise and releases his father’s index finger with a little sigh as his eyes begin to flutter closed. Ryuuken rocks him gently for a moment and thinks that his arms have never felt so heavy.
Outside, he can hear the roar of a Hollow, a chilling noise that has been bellowing angrily in his ears for some time now, while he has been here in the nursery holding his son.
A part of him yearns to don his Quincy clothing and challenge the beast, longing for the familiar rush and uncertainty of battle to flood his veins as they have numerous times before. His heart remembers how it is to fill with excited anticipation right before engaging such a monster in the field.
He wants to go.
But Uryuu is fast asleep in his arms now, and that weight keeps him from drawing his bow and chasing the creatures of the night without a care, as he had in the past.
Because now he cannot be the reckless hero that he wanted to exist as forever, back in the carefree days of his youth. Now, there is something much more overwhelming in his life than his own dreams and it makes for this profound weight in his arms that keeps him from chasing after them.
Because now, there are more important things in his life than what he wants.
After a while he lies a sleeping Uryuu down in his crib and leans down to kiss the back of a tiny hand. Allowing himself one last look out into the night sky, he hears the Hollow’s roar and takes a deep breath when he feels the blood racing through his veins in response to the monster’s fearsome challenge. It’s almost too difficult to ignore.
But one look over his shoulder at a peacefully slumbering infant is all it takes.
He pulls the curtains closed.
END
It's 3:30 in the morning. MISTAKES EVERYWHERE I SAY.
This might be the last of me for some time! Or maybe not, depends on whether I can steal my bro's comp in TX I suppose. XD
117.
Title: Oniisan
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Kon, Ichigo
Word Count: 183
Warning/s: Um…lots of stupidity and some OOCness?
Summary: Kon speaks inappropriately.
Dedication: Mel- she tried to prompt me to write this in five lines. Then it exploded because I talk too much. I AM A FAILURE.
A/N: LAME.
"You know, Yuzu's going to get pretty cute one day," Kon muses with a light in his eye that Ichigo doesn't quite like. "Karin too, actually. Twins, huh? I mean yeah, they don’t look identical, but still… ” The mod soul leers as he says the words ‘twins’ and ‘identical’ and Ichigo feels his eye tick reflexively in response. “Hmmm… five years from now and the two of them… that's kinda... eheheheheh."
Ichigo would punch the dirty bastard, except right now, that would suck. So instead he glares and says, "Don't ever say that again wearing my body.”
Pause. “You know what? Just don’t ever say it again ever.”
Kon grins. “And you know that picture of your mom down stairs? Hubba-hubba… ACK.”
Ichigo ends up punching the bastard anyway.
The next day, as he’s walking around school with a self-inflicted black eye, Kurosaki comforts himself with the knowledge that Kon is duct-taped to the back of the toilet tank again and that Isshin’s first bowel movement of the day is a punishment worse than death.
It makes the mortification all worth it.
END
118.
Title: Skirt Chaser
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 652
Warning/s: No spoilers, but longwinded weirdness. -_-;;
Summary: Kyouraku loves women.
Dedication: The other writers for KyourakuxUkitake. I know you’re out there somewhere. PLEASE COME OUT.
A/N: Um, I don’t know. I just felt like I hadn’t written these two in a while. So I did. This was the only idea that could come to my mind at 2:30 in the morning, my last night in LA. SUMMER OBVIOUSLY KILLS MY BRAIN LIKE WOAH.
Kyouraku Shunsui loves women. Ukitake knows that there’s simply something old-fashioned in the other captain that adores how soft and sweet and pretty women are, how they are the embodiment of all things beautiful and good. Shunsui wants to protect them from the bad things, thinks somewhere in that idealistic head of his that someone like him is useless if he cannot work to be strong and take care of those rare, beautiful things like women that exist in the world.
So Shunsui loves his women. They’re all beautiful to him, all splendid and good and kind because he’s convinced there is never anything ugly about any girl. He refuses to believe that there is anything inherently bad about these sweet, gentle creatures that he cares so deeply for.
And so he flirts shamelessly with Unohana whenever he sees her because she is absolutely stunning no matter her age or how matronly she may seem.
He compliments Hinamori on her hair and pats her head and tells her how cute she is, and what a fine woman she will grow to become.
He kisses Matsumoto’s cheeks and twirls her around when they run into each other, and she laughs and indulges him and even kisses his cheeks in return sometimes, bold and lively and full of sass.
He brings Nemu presents when he has to see Mayuri, not letting her fade into the background as her father prefers her to. He lavishes attention on her because he believes someone so cute should not be kept under such tight control like she is. He gives her candies and ribbons for her hair and winks at her when he’s supposed to be conversing with Mayuri, and the pretty blush that blossoms across her cheeks warms his heart.
He even smiles at Soi Fong when they pass each other in a corridor, tells her that he’s certain she has a heart-stopping smile under all those glares and that he would love to see it someday, if she ever feels like showing it to anyone. He even chuckles when she tells him she knows a couple of other ways to stop his heart if he wants it so badly. He thinks she’s gorgeous as she storms off, her ears slightly pink as she leaves him behind.
As for Nanao, he spoils her a little bit because she is so strict and uptight that he thinks she’s never had the proper sort of attention lavished on her that she deserves, the quiet bookish type that she is. So he makes a big deal out of everything, calls her name loudly and declares how precious she is, how beautiful and strong she is and how much he admires and cares for her. She rolls her eyes at him most of the time, but everyone can see that she enjoys hearing it every now and again; simply as a reminder that she is a woman and that she is still lovely, even under the stress of her job and the strict bearing that she forces herself to operate under.
Shunsui loves women enough to care about these little details in their lives, and while some people view it simply as the eighth division captain behaving like some sort of old, perverted rake, it only makes Ukitake love the other man more. Because as thoughtful as Kyouraku is with those women he loves so much, it is Jyuushirou’s bed that he returns to at night.
Unquestionably, Shunsui loves all women, all equally.
But Ukitake Jyuushirou understands that he is loved as well. And he sleeps comfortably knowing that he doesn’t have to share that title with anyone else in Shunsui’s heart, because he is the only Ukitake Jyuushirou there is.
And that is enough to quell any jealousy the thirteenth division captain might have, because while Shunsui declares that he loves all women, he only agrees to loving one man.
END
119.
Title: Something Precious
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Ryuuken
Word Count: 479
Warning/s: Spoilers for the post-soul society arc, sort of. Maybe not, I don’t know. Depends.
Summary: Ryuuken makes a choice.
Dedication: Greg- Thanks for dinner tonight! I’ll see you when I get back. ^^
A/N: I’m going to see my daddy tomorrow, for the first time in a long time (Since March, I believe?). That’s a long time to me, okay? And I haven’t been home in over a year, so this will be interesting. Thus, I have papa-Ryuuken love again. -_-;; I’m such a daddy’s girl.
There’s a small life in his hands that he is responsible for now, and as he looks at it, he thinks that there is something profoundly moving about the way a tiny hand wraps into a fist around one of his long fingers.
It’s a heavy weight that settles in his chest as he looks down at that pink, wrinkled face, surprisingly bright eyes gazing back up at him curiously.
He finds himself staring thoughtfully at the little person that is suddenly the center of his universe, and there is an accompanying feeling of deep, dark dread that washes over him at the same moment that he feels the staggering presence of what can only be described as overwhelming love.
The conflicting emotions tear fiercely at him for a while before he feels something break inside, and with something akin to realization battering his heart, he very quietly turns with his son in his arms to face the moonlit window.
Uryuu makes a contented gurgling noise and releases his father’s index finger with a little sigh as his eyes begin to flutter closed. Ryuuken rocks him gently for a moment and thinks that his arms have never felt so heavy.
Outside, he can hear the roar of a Hollow, a chilling noise that has been bellowing angrily in his ears for some time now, while he has been here in the nursery holding his son.
A part of him yearns to don his Quincy clothing and challenge the beast, longing for the familiar rush and uncertainty of battle to flood his veins as they have numerous times before. His heart remembers how it is to fill with excited anticipation right before engaging such a monster in the field.
He wants to go.
But Uryuu is fast asleep in his arms now, and that weight keeps him from drawing his bow and chasing the creatures of the night without a care, as he had in the past.
Because now he cannot be the reckless hero that he wanted to exist as forever, back in the carefree days of his youth. Now, there is something much more overwhelming in his life than his own dreams and it makes for this profound weight in his arms that keeps him from chasing after them.
Because now, there are more important things in his life than what he wants.
After a while he lies a sleeping Uryuu down in his crib and leans down to kiss the back of a tiny hand. Allowing himself one last look out into the night sky, he hears the Hollow’s roar and takes a deep breath when he feels the blood racing through his veins in response to the monster’s fearsome challenge. It’s almost too difficult to ignore.
But one look over his shoulder at a peacefully slumbering infant is all it takes.
He pulls the curtains closed.
END
It's 3:30 in the morning. MISTAKES EVERYWHERE I SAY.