Bleach Drabble (392-393)
Alright, the two I managed to write earlier this afternoon. Will get to work on the seven requests I got for the next seven after I finish MS logging. XD
392.
Title: Important Training
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Chad, Urahara
Word Count: 258
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Arrankar arc
Summary: Chad undergoes special training at the Urahara Shoten.
Dedication: Beck- I’m sorry this suuuucks. ;_;
A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve written Urahara or Chad. O.o
“Um…sensei? How does this um…train me, exactly?” Chad asks warily, looking down at the dark blue store apron he’s sporting as Urahara regards him critically from every angle as he wears it.
“The apron? The apron just keeps you from getting dirty. What a silly question, Sado-kun!” the shop owner responds with a flashy wave of fan and a bemused chuckle. “It is a bit dusty in here after all.”
Chad blinks. “Dusty?”
“Lesson number one!” Urahara calls, suddenly standing tall and pointing at the large high schooler in an intimidating manner. “Manual labor!”
Chad stares. “Manual…labor?”
Urahara twitters and nods. “Strength training, Sado-kun, strength training!” he assures the boy with a hearty pat on the shoulder. “Now. Your job is to move that stack of crates,” he motions to a big, dusty looking pile at the back of the store, “to the front display!”
Chad stares some more. “You want me to…”
Urahara, smiling like it’s plastered on permanently, nods again. “Trust me ne, Sado-kun! This is very important.”
The taller man supposes he can’t argue with that. Urahara is a very strong man, after all.
That decided, the burly teen moves to go lift boxes like he’s been told, Urahara waving encouragingly after him as he does.
And as he watches his new temp worker get started, Urahara beams and adjusts his hat, marveling at what a convenient and fortuitous time Sado-kun has decided to come into the life of the Urahara Shoten.
Tessai has been needing a vacation for quite a while now, after all.
END
393.
Title: The Longest Night
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Eleventh Division
Word Count: 997
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the back story of the eleventh division’s top chairs?
Summary: They aren’t worried at all. Really.
Dedication: Division 14 members- THE TIME HAS COME? XD Or, it’s getting real close in either case. O.o
A/N: So much evil in MS brewing in my brain. Needed cute to um, wash it out a little bit. Or mix with it and become a strange concoction of simultaneous evil cuteness. O.o
The first time she was sick Yumichika took charge immediately and watched over her through the night, citing the fact that he didn’t trust either Kenpachi or Ikkaku’s competence towards caring for children as the reason why.
Their idea of watching over Yachiru meant tying a rope around her, wrapping it around their wrist, and tugging every so often to make sure she was still there while they napped or killed shit or did a little bit of both.
So when she’d gotten sick, gotten fussy and quiet and generally unpleasant to be around, Yumichika had stepped up. Her head was hot and she didn’t say much, wouldn’t eat. Just kind of blinked at whoever was holding her, looking all sorts of pathetic.
Pissed Kenpachi the hell off, really. Mostly because he hadn’t known what was wrong. He’d shaken her a little bit at first, to see if that’d wake her up, but she’d only made a sick little noise in the back of her throat that had him stopping what he was doing real fast and even sort of feeling bad for it afterwards.
He wondered if maybe she needed some meat to eat or something.
Exasperated at that point, Yumichika had taken her from Zaraki and told him that no, feeding her lots of meat wouldn’t fix it, it wasn’t blood loss or a big bruise or even a broken bone. It was probably a cold or a flu and the best they could do was keep her body warm and her head cool and let her rest to fight it off.
Zaraki went off and killed extra stuff for meat anyway though, just in case.
He’d never known a situation where not having anything to eat would help, after all.
Ikkaku, feeling just as helpless maybe, got lots of firewood and lots of water and beat up some bastards on the roadside when they’d tried to rob him, too preoccupied to kill them properly, though he did take some of their stuff-blankets, alcohol, and a nice pendant he could maybe give Yachiru later, given that the kid kind of got entertained by shiny things every now and again-the bald man itching to keep his hands busy even though Yumichika scolded him and told him that inviting fights to their camp was the least useful thing he could do right now.
The two know-nothings thus put in their places, Yumichika had set up a comfortable place for her to lie down and rest for the night, sitting at her side and humming to her.
Ikkaku had scoffed and asked what the hell kind of good humming would do, but Yumichika kept it up anyway, and after a while Zaraki and Ikkaku let themselves relax just a bit, because it was sorta soothing after all.
From there Yumi had wiped her head with a cool cloth and didn’t raise too much of a fuss for the extra effort, even after she ended up throwing up and he had to clean it off of her.
Ikkaku suspected that Yumi hadn’t complained about that because he’d mostly just taken her soiled clothing and held it out to the bald man, telling him to go to the river and wash the stuff out before it set.
Under normal circumstances he would’ve told Yumi exactly where he could shove it for trying to make him clean up vomit, but it was something to do, as gross as it was, and he’d plodded off back down to the river without a word, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the guys he’d beat up earlier before proceeding to do laundry for the second time in his life.
Kenpachi, meanwhile, was sitting off to the side in the dark, the large man silently sipping the alcohol Ikkaku had won, the reiatsu coming off of him ominous enough to scare anyone with any brains away from the area anyway.
Yumichika thought he’d felt like death right then, and as much as the big man professed that having to take care of Yachiru was a pain in the ass, Yumi had no doubt that if anyone had tried to interrupt the child’s rest that night, they would have had those big hands wrapped around their throat and the life very angrily choked out of them.
None of them got any sleep that night, though Yumichika had told the two of them to try. They’d faked it of course, acting unworried as best they could and lying down on the blankets Ikkaku had stolen.
The tension Yumichika could see in their backs told him they weren’t asleep, but he didn’t say anything, quietly taking care of Yachiru instead.
She’d fallen asleep shivering despite Yumi’s best efforts, and to this day, the pretty shinigami couldn’t think of a longer night he’d had to sit through.
But when morning came, she’d blinked up at him blearily, looking tired still but not as dull. She’d rubbed at her eyes with her fist and squirmed. He’d put his hand on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when it wasn’t hot anymore, though it was a bit clammy still.
“Good morning, Yachiru,” he’d said softly. “How do you feel?”
She’d frowned at him and after a moment said, “Mmm… hungry?”
Kenpachi and Ikkaku both sat up then, acting like they’d just woken up themselves as Zaraki moved to go get some of the meat he’d made the other day while Ikkaku gathered up an armful of wood and started feeding their fire up to something that could boil a decent cup of tea.
Zaraki handed her a skewer of smoked meat not long after, calling her a dumbass brat.
Ikkaku made them tea and dangled something shiny over her, telling her she’d have to be quick enough to take it from him before she could have it.
Yumichika, laughing quietly to himself, was just relieved that everything was back to normal.
Really, those two were such softies.
END
Edits plz!
392.
Title: Important Training
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Chad, Urahara
Word Count: 258
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Arrankar arc
Summary: Chad undergoes special training at the Urahara Shoten.
Dedication: Beck- I’m sorry this suuuucks. ;_;
A/N: It’s been so long since I’ve written Urahara or Chad. O.o
“Um…sensei? How does this um…train me, exactly?” Chad asks warily, looking down at the dark blue store apron he’s sporting as Urahara regards him critically from every angle as he wears it.
“The apron? The apron just keeps you from getting dirty. What a silly question, Sado-kun!” the shop owner responds with a flashy wave of fan and a bemused chuckle. “It is a bit dusty in here after all.”
Chad blinks. “Dusty?”
“Lesson number one!” Urahara calls, suddenly standing tall and pointing at the large high schooler in an intimidating manner. “Manual labor!”
Chad stares. “Manual…labor?”
Urahara twitters and nods. “Strength training, Sado-kun, strength training!” he assures the boy with a hearty pat on the shoulder. “Now. Your job is to move that stack of crates,” he motions to a big, dusty looking pile at the back of the store, “to the front display!”
Chad stares some more. “You want me to…”
Urahara, smiling like it’s plastered on permanently, nods again. “Trust me ne, Sado-kun! This is very important.”
The taller man supposes he can’t argue with that. Urahara is a very strong man, after all.
That decided, the burly teen moves to go lift boxes like he’s been told, Urahara waving encouragingly after him as he does.
And as he watches his new temp worker get started, Urahara beams and adjusts his hat, marveling at what a convenient and fortuitous time Sado-kun has decided to come into the life of the Urahara Shoten.
Tessai has been needing a vacation for quite a while now, after all.
END
393.
Title: The Longest Night
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Eleventh Division
Word Count: 997
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the back story of the eleventh division’s top chairs?
Summary: They aren’t worried at all. Really.
Dedication: Division 14 members- THE TIME HAS COME? XD Or, it’s getting real close in either case. O.o
A/N: So much evil in MS brewing in my brain. Needed cute to um, wash it out a little bit. Or mix with it and become a strange concoction of simultaneous evil cuteness. O.o
The first time she was sick Yumichika took charge immediately and watched over her through the night, citing the fact that he didn’t trust either Kenpachi or Ikkaku’s competence towards caring for children as the reason why.
Their idea of watching over Yachiru meant tying a rope around her, wrapping it around their wrist, and tugging every so often to make sure she was still there while they napped or killed shit or did a little bit of both.
So when she’d gotten sick, gotten fussy and quiet and generally unpleasant to be around, Yumichika had stepped up. Her head was hot and she didn’t say much, wouldn’t eat. Just kind of blinked at whoever was holding her, looking all sorts of pathetic.
Pissed Kenpachi the hell off, really. Mostly because he hadn’t known what was wrong. He’d shaken her a little bit at first, to see if that’d wake her up, but she’d only made a sick little noise in the back of her throat that had him stopping what he was doing real fast and even sort of feeling bad for it afterwards.
He wondered if maybe she needed some meat to eat or something.
Exasperated at that point, Yumichika had taken her from Zaraki and told him that no, feeding her lots of meat wouldn’t fix it, it wasn’t blood loss or a big bruise or even a broken bone. It was probably a cold or a flu and the best they could do was keep her body warm and her head cool and let her rest to fight it off.
Zaraki went off and killed extra stuff for meat anyway though, just in case.
He’d never known a situation where not having anything to eat would help, after all.
Ikkaku, feeling just as helpless maybe, got lots of firewood and lots of water and beat up some bastards on the roadside when they’d tried to rob him, too preoccupied to kill them properly, though he did take some of their stuff-blankets, alcohol, and a nice pendant he could maybe give Yachiru later, given that the kid kind of got entertained by shiny things every now and again-the bald man itching to keep his hands busy even though Yumichika scolded him and told him that inviting fights to their camp was the least useful thing he could do right now.
The two know-nothings thus put in their places, Yumichika had set up a comfortable place for her to lie down and rest for the night, sitting at her side and humming to her.
Ikkaku had scoffed and asked what the hell kind of good humming would do, but Yumichika kept it up anyway, and after a while Zaraki and Ikkaku let themselves relax just a bit, because it was sorta soothing after all.
From there Yumi had wiped her head with a cool cloth and didn’t raise too much of a fuss for the extra effort, even after she ended up throwing up and he had to clean it off of her.
Ikkaku suspected that Yumi hadn’t complained about that because he’d mostly just taken her soiled clothing and held it out to the bald man, telling him to go to the river and wash the stuff out before it set.
Under normal circumstances he would’ve told Yumi exactly where he could shove it for trying to make him clean up vomit, but it was something to do, as gross as it was, and he’d plodded off back down to the river without a word, stepping over the unconscious bodies of the guys he’d beat up earlier before proceeding to do laundry for the second time in his life.
Kenpachi, meanwhile, was sitting off to the side in the dark, the large man silently sipping the alcohol Ikkaku had won, the reiatsu coming off of him ominous enough to scare anyone with any brains away from the area anyway.
Yumichika thought he’d felt like death right then, and as much as the big man professed that having to take care of Yachiru was a pain in the ass, Yumi had no doubt that if anyone had tried to interrupt the child’s rest that night, they would have had those big hands wrapped around their throat and the life very angrily choked out of them.
None of them got any sleep that night, though Yumichika had told the two of them to try. They’d faked it of course, acting unworried as best they could and lying down on the blankets Ikkaku had stolen.
The tension Yumichika could see in their backs told him they weren’t asleep, but he didn’t say anything, quietly taking care of Yachiru instead.
She’d fallen asleep shivering despite Yumi’s best efforts, and to this day, the pretty shinigami couldn’t think of a longer night he’d had to sit through.
But when morning came, she’d blinked up at him blearily, looking tired still but not as dull. She’d rubbed at her eyes with her fist and squirmed. He’d put his hand on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when it wasn’t hot anymore, though it was a bit clammy still.
“Good morning, Yachiru,” he’d said softly. “How do you feel?”
She’d frowned at him and after a moment said, “Mmm… hungry?”
Kenpachi and Ikkaku both sat up then, acting like they’d just woken up themselves as Zaraki moved to go get some of the meat he’d made the other day while Ikkaku gathered up an armful of wood and started feeding their fire up to something that could boil a decent cup of tea.
Zaraki handed her a skewer of smoked meat not long after, calling her a dumbass brat.
Ikkaku made them tea and dangled something shiny over her, telling her she’d have to be quick enough to take it from him before she could have it.
Yumichika, laughing quietly to himself, was just relieved that everything was back to normal.
Really, those two were such softies.
END
Edits plz!