Bleach Drabble (409-410)
UM. So I've started this sort-of self-appointed mission where I'm going to try and write characters I don't normally write (whether because I can't, I don't like them, or I don't care about them either way), in hopes of at least better understanding them. Here are my first two attempts. Though I guess it's not really all that fair because I bolster them by using characters I DO like. But um...baby steps, dammit. This was hard. And I'm not entirely happy with the results. o.o
Anyway.
409.
Title: A Foot Taller
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Rikichi (lightly one-sided Rikichi+Renji?), GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 892
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the SS arc. And OOC. Lots of OOC. Probably.
Summary: Rikichi can see the difference in Hanatarou.
Dedication: UM. sw_inku? I think she likes Rikichi. XD
A/N: Yay, actually starting to move on with my self-mission of trying to write the other characters in Bleach who I don’t like or don’t write for other reasons. XD Small steps, I think. O.o But anyway, yes, I don’t write Rikichi because I don’t really get what motivates him to fanboy Renji. Erm, not that Renji isn’t fanboy worthy, I just think that…well, more explanation is necessary. Thus, my Rikichi voice is probably DUMB. XD
He’s noticed that his friend has gotten much stronger as of late, Hanatarou looking and sounding happier, bolder, more confident.
Ever since the incident with the ryoka, Hanatarou suddenly seems like he’s grown a head taller.
And he’s not even the least bit aware of the fact.
Rikichi can’t help but feel a little envious of the other shinigami at that, because he remembers a time when it had been the two of them talking to each other when no one else was listening, speculating on how great it would be to be strong like the vice-captains and captains, to be respected and noticed and most importantly-not picked on.
Hanatarou doesn’t act any differently towards him of course, still kind and still a confidante, someone who doesn’t notice the widening gap between them at all.
Rikichi wonders if it’s wrong of him to be just a tiny bit jealous, the sixth division death god wishing that he could smile the way Hanatarou does at the captains and vice-captains now, that he were able to greet them without tripping all over himself in the process and get a response because they’d all know his name in return.
He wants to be like that too.
He doesn’t know where to start.
Oddly enough, he feels sheepish, scared almost, to ask Hanatarou, and one day, finds himself asking Shiba-san instead.
Hanatarou’s lover-lover!-blinks at the sixth division shinigami when he hears the question. “Bein’ strong? Like Hana?” Ganjyu grins a bit ruefully, looks over to the flower patch where Hanatarou is avidly butterfly watching. “That little guy? Strong?”
Ganjyu almost sounds like he wants to laugh some at that, but when he eyes Rikichi and realizes that Hana’s little friend is absolutely serious, he sighs instead. “Dunno how he got to be like he is, to be honest,” he admits after a bit. “When me’n Ichigo took him hostage… seemed like a bit of a weakling, really. Still seemed like it for a while…right up ‘til the point where he looked at as both’n said “I want to help!” and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” The taller man grins fondly at that. “Twerp looked scared enough to wet himself when he said it, but point is that he said it. Guess you just gotta go from there.”
“Ganjyu, Rikichi… look!”’
They both turn then; see that Hana has managed to coax a big orange and black monarch onto his finger, smiling like it’s a huge deal, like he’s never held a hell moth like that before in his life though in fact, he’s done it countless times for countless years.
Ganjyu smiles. “Yeah, I see it. Nice work, runt!” he calls back, and Hana beams before letting the thing fly off.
When they look at each other like that Rikichi can see the warmth in Ganjyu’s eyes and the easy confidence in Hana’s, the one that makes the little fourth division shinigami look a head taller than he really is, especially when he smiles.
He thinks that maybe there’s a correlation there, and finds himself glad that his friend has been able to find it, that in that moment where it had counted most, Hanatarou had been able to stand up and ignore his fear for just a second, changing his whole life in the process.
A few days later, the sixth division shinigami finds himself knocking timidly on Abarai-fukutaichou’s door.
“Yeah?”
He peeks in, feels his heart jump in his chest when he sees Renji sitting there, chair tipped backwards on two legs and balancing a pencil on his nose.
“Renji-san?”
The redhead blinks when he hears Rikichi’s voice, tips his chair back down onto the ground and with a practiced ease, catches the pencil before it can fall out of reach. “Yo, Rikichi. What’s up?”
His hands are shaking a bit with nervousness and he thinks he understands what Shiba-san meant now, when the larger man had talked about being so scared one might wet oneself.
But if he wants to be strong, if he wants to go from being Abarai-fukutaichou’s aide to something more, he has to take the first step himself.
Even if he’s scared out of his mind.
Hanatarou-and Shiba-san to a degree- had taught him that.
“Um…I was… I was wondering… er… if you had the time of course… well…” he pauses, takes a deep breath. Looks up into Renji’s eyes. “W-will you train with me?”
Renji blinks again, and Rikichi’s almost afraid the redhead is going to laugh at him for even suggesting such a thing. Maybe he shouldn’t have dared to hope…
Then Renji grins. “Sure. But just so ya know, I ain’t goin’ easy on yer ass ‘cuz I like ya.”
Rikichi stares when he hears his superior’s easy capitulation. “E-eh? Really?”
“I’ll come getcha after work, how’s that?”
Rikichi feels himself smiling back before he can stop it, finds that he doesn’t really want to hold himself back from doing it anyway. “Aa! After work then! Thank you, Renji-san!” he exclaims, flushed with happiness as he bows and scurries out the door, positively beaming as he heads back down the hall.
Vaguely, as he returns to work, he wonders if he suddenly looks a head taller himself now too.
Because, just like that, he already feels just a little bit stronger.
END
410.
Title: Long Lost Twin
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: lightly Keigo+Mizuiro, Ikkaku, mentions of ShuuheixYumichika
Word Count: 579
Warning/s: Spoilers for the post SS arc through abouts Ch 206 or 207? Also, OOC. TONS.
Summary: A walk to school amongst friends.
Dedication: Hmmm, how about all the nice readers at ff.net for helping this series get more than 1500 reviews? ^^
A/N: LAME. I AM LAME. But I guess Keigo’s not so bad to write. Mizuiro is FUN tho. XD Ahaha is it sad that I OTP them simply because Keigo=Shuu and Mizu=Yumi? XD
Yumichika beams when Mizuiro comes out of his home snacking on a granola bar, Keigo eyeing the pretty stranger’s reaction to his friend’s appearance warily.
“Morning, Keigo,” the dark-haired boy greets, part of their daily routine for walking to school together over the years. He pauses when he notices the two new additions, however. “Oh. Hello.”
“Yo,” Ikkaku grunts absently, looking irritated at having to wear a uniform and walk around unarmed this early in the damned morning.
“Morning,” Yumi twitters, practically sparkling at the new arrival, who meets the pretty man’s approval appearance wise. “My name is Yumichika and the shiny-headed grumpy-pants is Ikkaku. We’re going to be walking to school with the two of you for a while, since we’re staying at Keigo-kun’s place. Hope that’s not a problem,” he explains after a moment, glad to finally have someone comparably good looking to talk to in the human realm.
Mizuiro swallows his last bite of granola bar and nods back at Yumichika. “That’s fine by me. Nice to meet you. I’m Mizuiro.”
Keigo twitches. “How is this suddenly okay?” he demands after a moment, rather disturbed at how naturally his friend and the new pretty boy are getting along.
Mizuiro blinks at Asano. “Why isn’t it okay?”
Yumi beams at that. “Your little boyfriend is so cute, Keigo-kun. And polite too.”
Mizuiro beams right back. “Hey, thanks.”
Keigo chokes. “He’s not my…” pauses then, horrified, before turning to Mizuiro. “Oi…the hell’re you agreeing with him for?!”
His longtime friend shrugs. “He said I was cute. And polite. So I thanked him.” Mizuiro smiles. “It was the polite thing to do, since he’s right on both counts, ne?”
Keigo slaps a hand to his forehead at the other boy’s answer, though, in retrospect, he probably should’ve anticipated it. “I don’t believe this,” he says, anyway.
Ikkaku puts a hand on his shoulder sympathetically at that, speaking in sentences for the first time all morning. Maybe the coffee had started to kick in or something. “Ignore ‘em. You get used to it.”
Keigo, eyeing Mizuiro nervously out of the corner of his eye, watches as the dark-haired boy gets along famously with Yumichika as they walk together, the brown-haired teen feeling something like a deep dread welling in his chest as they go.
And then he realizes something.
Wide-eyed, he squeaks “God, I think I’m already used to it…”
Ikkaku snorts. “Me too. Ain’t ever thought I’d see the day where Yumi’d find his long lost twin, though. This is fuckin’ scary, even for him.”
Keigo hangs his head. “No joke.”
They walk to school like that and before long, Yumi deems Mizuiro-kun to be much, much too good for a lout like Keigo. “He’s so lucky to have you in his life regardless of his shortcomings, Mizuiro-kun.”
The other boy grins at that and thanks Ayasegawa again, for the compliment.
It prompts Keigo to scream “Arrrgh!!” and think to himself that maybe he ought to grab one of the two of them (or both) and shake them into stopping this ridiculousness.
The two pretty boys only regard him with mild amusement at his sudden exclamation however, before Yumi snickers outright. “You know, he sounds like my Shuuhei when he does that choking-on-his-own-spit thing. That’s a little bit cute, at least.”
Mizuiro sparkles right back at the new student. “I always thought it was kinda funny too.”
Keigo wonders if there’s a bridge nearby he can jump off of.
END
Edits please!
Also, another mercy_street_rp speed drabble I did last night featuring Shunsui and Jyuushirou. Hopefully this will be less retarded than the above two drabbles to everyone. HOPEFULLY.
Title: Sing for Me
Characters: ShunxJyuu
Timeline: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A complete work together.
Sing For Me
Anyway.
409.
Title: A Foot Taller
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Rikichi (lightly one-sided Rikichi+Renji?), GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 892
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the SS arc. And OOC. Lots of OOC. Probably.
Summary: Rikichi can see the difference in Hanatarou.
Dedication: UM. sw_inku? I think she likes Rikichi. XD
A/N: Yay, actually starting to move on with my self-mission of trying to write the other characters in Bleach who I don’t like or don’t write for other reasons. XD Small steps, I think. O.o But anyway, yes, I don’t write Rikichi because I don’t really get what motivates him to fanboy Renji. Erm, not that Renji isn’t fanboy worthy, I just think that…well, more explanation is necessary. Thus, my Rikichi voice is probably DUMB. XD
He’s noticed that his friend has gotten much stronger as of late, Hanatarou looking and sounding happier, bolder, more confident.
Ever since the incident with the ryoka, Hanatarou suddenly seems like he’s grown a head taller.
And he’s not even the least bit aware of the fact.
Rikichi can’t help but feel a little envious of the other shinigami at that, because he remembers a time when it had been the two of them talking to each other when no one else was listening, speculating on how great it would be to be strong like the vice-captains and captains, to be respected and noticed and most importantly-not picked on.
Hanatarou doesn’t act any differently towards him of course, still kind and still a confidante, someone who doesn’t notice the widening gap between them at all.
Rikichi wonders if it’s wrong of him to be just a tiny bit jealous, the sixth division death god wishing that he could smile the way Hanatarou does at the captains and vice-captains now, that he were able to greet them without tripping all over himself in the process and get a response because they’d all know his name in return.
He wants to be like that too.
He doesn’t know where to start.
Oddly enough, he feels sheepish, scared almost, to ask Hanatarou, and one day, finds himself asking Shiba-san instead.
Hanatarou’s lover-lover!-blinks at the sixth division shinigami when he hears the question. “Bein’ strong? Like Hana?” Ganjyu grins a bit ruefully, looks over to the flower patch where Hanatarou is avidly butterfly watching. “That little guy? Strong?”
Ganjyu almost sounds like he wants to laugh some at that, but when he eyes Rikichi and realizes that Hana’s little friend is absolutely serious, he sighs instead. “Dunno how he got to be like he is, to be honest,” he admits after a bit. “When me’n Ichigo took him hostage… seemed like a bit of a weakling, really. Still seemed like it for a while…right up ‘til the point where he looked at as both’n said “I want to help!” and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” The taller man grins fondly at that. “Twerp looked scared enough to wet himself when he said it, but point is that he said it. Guess you just gotta go from there.”
“Ganjyu, Rikichi… look!”’
They both turn then; see that Hana has managed to coax a big orange and black monarch onto his finger, smiling like it’s a huge deal, like he’s never held a hell moth like that before in his life though in fact, he’s done it countless times for countless years.
Ganjyu smiles. “Yeah, I see it. Nice work, runt!” he calls back, and Hana beams before letting the thing fly off.
When they look at each other like that Rikichi can see the warmth in Ganjyu’s eyes and the easy confidence in Hana’s, the one that makes the little fourth division shinigami look a head taller than he really is, especially when he smiles.
He thinks that maybe there’s a correlation there, and finds himself glad that his friend has been able to find it, that in that moment where it had counted most, Hanatarou had been able to stand up and ignore his fear for just a second, changing his whole life in the process.
A few days later, the sixth division shinigami finds himself knocking timidly on Abarai-fukutaichou’s door.
“Yeah?”
He peeks in, feels his heart jump in his chest when he sees Renji sitting there, chair tipped backwards on two legs and balancing a pencil on his nose.
“Renji-san?”
The redhead blinks when he hears Rikichi’s voice, tips his chair back down onto the ground and with a practiced ease, catches the pencil before it can fall out of reach. “Yo, Rikichi. What’s up?”
His hands are shaking a bit with nervousness and he thinks he understands what Shiba-san meant now, when the larger man had talked about being so scared one might wet oneself.
But if he wants to be strong, if he wants to go from being Abarai-fukutaichou’s aide to something more, he has to take the first step himself.
Even if he’s scared out of his mind.
Hanatarou-and Shiba-san to a degree- had taught him that.
“Um…I was… I was wondering… er… if you had the time of course… well…” he pauses, takes a deep breath. Looks up into Renji’s eyes. “W-will you train with me?”
Renji blinks again, and Rikichi’s almost afraid the redhead is going to laugh at him for even suggesting such a thing. Maybe he shouldn’t have dared to hope…
Then Renji grins. “Sure. But just so ya know, I ain’t goin’ easy on yer ass ‘cuz I like ya.”
Rikichi stares when he hears his superior’s easy capitulation. “E-eh? Really?”
“I’ll come getcha after work, how’s that?”
Rikichi feels himself smiling back before he can stop it, finds that he doesn’t really want to hold himself back from doing it anyway. “Aa! After work then! Thank you, Renji-san!” he exclaims, flushed with happiness as he bows and scurries out the door, positively beaming as he heads back down the hall.
Vaguely, as he returns to work, he wonders if he suddenly looks a head taller himself now too.
Because, just like that, he already feels just a little bit stronger.
END
410.
Title: Long Lost Twin
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: lightly Keigo+Mizuiro, Ikkaku, mentions of ShuuheixYumichika
Word Count: 579
Warning/s: Spoilers for the post SS arc through abouts Ch 206 or 207? Also, OOC. TONS.
Summary: A walk to school amongst friends.
Dedication: Hmmm, how about all the nice readers at ff.net for helping this series get more than 1500 reviews? ^^
A/N: LAME. I AM LAME. But I guess Keigo’s not so bad to write. Mizuiro is FUN tho. XD Ahaha is it sad that I OTP them simply because Keigo=Shuu and Mizu=Yumi? XD
Yumichika beams when Mizuiro comes out of his home snacking on a granola bar, Keigo eyeing the pretty stranger’s reaction to his friend’s appearance warily.
“Morning, Keigo,” the dark-haired boy greets, part of their daily routine for walking to school together over the years. He pauses when he notices the two new additions, however. “Oh. Hello.”
“Yo,” Ikkaku grunts absently, looking irritated at having to wear a uniform and walk around unarmed this early in the damned morning.
“Morning,” Yumi twitters, practically sparkling at the new arrival, who meets the pretty man’s approval appearance wise. “My name is Yumichika and the shiny-headed grumpy-pants is Ikkaku. We’re going to be walking to school with the two of you for a while, since we’re staying at Keigo-kun’s place. Hope that’s not a problem,” he explains after a moment, glad to finally have someone comparably good looking to talk to in the human realm.
Mizuiro swallows his last bite of granola bar and nods back at Yumichika. “That’s fine by me. Nice to meet you. I’m Mizuiro.”
Keigo twitches. “How is this suddenly okay?” he demands after a moment, rather disturbed at how naturally his friend and the new pretty boy are getting along.
Mizuiro blinks at Asano. “Why isn’t it okay?”
Yumi beams at that. “Your little boyfriend is so cute, Keigo-kun. And polite too.”
Mizuiro beams right back. “Hey, thanks.”
Keigo chokes. “He’s not my…” pauses then, horrified, before turning to Mizuiro. “Oi…the hell’re you agreeing with him for?!”
His longtime friend shrugs. “He said I was cute. And polite. So I thanked him.” Mizuiro smiles. “It was the polite thing to do, since he’s right on both counts, ne?”
Keigo slaps a hand to his forehead at the other boy’s answer, though, in retrospect, he probably should’ve anticipated it. “I don’t believe this,” he says, anyway.
Ikkaku puts a hand on his shoulder sympathetically at that, speaking in sentences for the first time all morning. Maybe the coffee had started to kick in or something. “Ignore ‘em. You get used to it.”
Keigo, eyeing Mizuiro nervously out of the corner of his eye, watches as the dark-haired boy gets along famously with Yumichika as they walk together, the brown-haired teen feeling something like a deep dread welling in his chest as they go.
And then he realizes something.
Wide-eyed, he squeaks “God, I think I’m already used to it…”
Ikkaku snorts. “Me too. Ain’t ever thought I’d see the day where Yumi’d find his long lost twin, though. This is fuckin’ scary, even for him.”
Keigo hangs his head. “No joke.”
They walk to school like that and before long, Yumi deems Mizuiro-kun to be much, much too good for a lout like Keigo. “He’s so lucky to have you in his life regardless of his shortcomings, Mizuiro-kun.”
The other boy grins at that and thanks Ayasegawa again, for the compliment.
It prompts Keigo to scream “Arrrgh!!” and think to himself that maybe he ought to grab one of the two of them (or both) and shake them into stopping this ridiculousness.
The two pretty boys only regard him with mild amusement at his sudden exclamation however, before Yumi snickers outright. “You know, he sounds like my Shuuhei when he does that choking-on-his-own-spit thing. That’s a little bit cute, at least.”
Mizuiro sparkles right back at the new student. “I always thought it was kinda funny too.”
Keigo wonders if there’s a bridge nearby he can jump off of.
END
Edits please!
Also, another mercy_street_rp speed drabble I did last night featuring Shunsui and Jyuushirou. Hopefully this will be less retarded than the above two drabbles to everyone. HOPEFULLY.
Title: Sing for Me
Characters: ShunxJyuu
Timeline: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A complete work together.
Sing For Me