Bleach Drabble (420)
I um, did my homework, before I wrote this. Really. o.o
Sort of.
420.
Title: Frog Prince
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 539
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the SS arc.
Summary: Hanatarou incurs the jealousy of his teammates.
Dedication: the ff.net readers of this and my other work there- woo, three hundred! Thanks for your support. ^^
A/N: The filler arc has so much GanxHana, I suppose I just can’t help myself. O.o
Before, Hanatarou had never thought of himself as the type of person who other people would ever have reason to be jealous of.
But then again, he’d never thought of himself as the type of person who would break the rules before, either.
However, it turned out he was. On both counts.
His division mates envied him for some odd reason now, and whenever he brought it up with Ganjyu the newly instated eleventh division death god simply asked if Hana wanted him to beat them up or something, to which Yamada always said a quick “no, but thank you!” to before retreating back into his own mind over the issue.
He really didn’t think he was the type of guy who was enviable.
“Of course they’re jealous,” Rikichi had told him one day, laughing nervously. “I mean, I guess…when we break the rules here, we usually just expect to be punished.”
Hanatarou had been punished-technically-- but he supposed that it wasn’t really a real sort of punishment, looking back on it now.
“But I guess they’re mostly jealous because you um, you got to be kind of a hero in the end, even after you broke the rules? And…well, there’s that whole thing where you landed the Shiba family heir. It’s like…a fairytale or something. You got your very own prince out of the whole thing.”
One who farts in his sleep and scratches himself in public, but Hanatarou had to admit, upon thinking about it for a moment, that Ganjyu really was some sort of a prince-technically-- in his own right.
Kind of.
Upon learning of that reason behind Hanatarou’s teammates’ jealousy, said prince had leered rather suggestively, plucking the smaller shinigami up and settling him comfortably in his lap, just like always. “”Course they’re jealous of that,” he’d snorted, resting his chin on Hana’s shoulder.
Hanatarou had smiled, but didn’t say anything other than, “Oh.”
“Oi, be a little more enthusiastic, eh?” Ganjyu demanded then, gently knuckling Yamada’s temple with one big fist. “Hurt my damned feelings why don’tcha?”
“A-ah, sorry!”
Ganjyu had only been able to sigh at Hana’s sheepish response, had turned his knuckling into a less-rough ruffling of the smaller boy’s hair instead. “’S not what I really meant anyway, dumbass.”
“It’s not?”
“Tch. ‘Course not. Those guys ain’t really jealous of you bein’ with me, really.”
“No?”
Ganjyu grinned. “Nope. Stupid whiny losers’re just jealous on account of the fact that ain’t no one in this world who can like them as much as I like you. ‘N they know it, too.”
The smaller shinigami felt his cheeks turn pink at the confident declaration from his boyfriend. “…oh.”
Ganjyu had scowled again, chucked Hana’s chin at the second lackluster response of the evening. “Oi, be a little more enthusiastic, eh? Hurt my damned feelings again.”
The pout Ganjyu was currently giving him really didn’t appear all that cute on his face in particular, but looking at it, Hanatarou supposed that this was the love of his prince all the same.
And as he’d moved to kiss him- Ganjyu tasted like potato chips-- Hanatarou decided that in all reality, he didn’t really mind either way, if things were always like this.
END
Edits plz!
Sort of.
420.
Title: Frog Prince
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou
Word Count: 539
Warning/s: Vague spoilers for the SS arc.
Summary: Hanatarou incurs the jealousy of his teammates.
Dedication: the ff.net readers of this and my other work there- woo, three hundred! Thanks for your support. ^^
A/N: The filler arc has so much GanxHana, I suppose I just can’t help myself. O.o
Before, Hanatarou had never thought of himself as the type of person who other people would ever have reason to be jealous of.
But then again, he’d never thought of himself as the type of person who would break the rules before, either.
However, it turned out he was. On both counts.
His division mates envied him for some odd reason now, and whenever he brought it up with Ganjyu the newly instated eleventh division death god simply asked if Hana wanted him to beat them up or something, to which Yamada always said a quick “no, but thank you!” to before retreating back into his own mind over the issue.
He really didn’t think he was the type of guy who was enviable.
“Of course they’re jealous,” Rikichi had told him one day, laughing nervously. “I mean, I guess…when we break the rules here, we usually just expect to be punished.”
Hanatarou had been punished-technically-- but he supposed that it wasn’t really a real sort of punishment, looking back on it now.
“But I guess they’re mostly jealous because you um, you got to be kind of a hero in the end, even after you broke the rules? And…well, there’s that whole thing where you landed the Shiba family heir. It’s like…a fairytale or something. You got your very own prince out of the whole thing.”
One who farts in his sleep and scratches himself in public, but Hanatarou had to admit, upon thinking about it for a moment, that Ganjyu really was some sort of a prince-technically-- in his own right.
Kind of.
Upon learning of that reason behind Hanatarou’s teammates’ jealousy, said prince had leered rather suggestively, plucking the smaller shinigami up and settling him comfortably in his lap, just like always. “”Course they’re jealous of that,” he’d snorted, resting his chin on Hana’s shoulder.
Hanatarou had smiled, but didn’t say anything other than, “Oh.”
“Oi, be a little more enthusiastic, eh?” Ganjyu demanded then, gently knuckling Yamada’s temple with one big fist. “Hurt my damned feelings why don’tcha?”
“A-ah, sorry!”
Ganjyu had only been able to sigh at Hana’s sheepish response, had turned his knuckling into a less-rough ruffling of the smaller boy’s hair instead. “’S not what I really meant anyway, dumbass.”
“It’s not?”
“Tch. ‘Course not. Those guys ain’t really jealous of you bein’ with me, really.”
“No?”
Ganjyu grinned. “Nope. Stupid whiny losers’re just jealous on account of the fact that ain’t no one in this world who can like them as much as I like you. ‘N they know it, too.”
The smaller shinigami felt his cheeks turn pink at the confident declaration from his boyfriend. “…oh.”
Ganjyu had scowled again, chucked Hana’s chin at the second lackluster response of the evening. “Oi, be a little more enthusiastic, eh? Hurt my damned feelings again.”
The pout Ganjyu was currently giving him really didn’t appear all that cute on his face in particular, but looking at it, Hanatarou supposed that this was the love of his prince all the same.
And as he’d moved to kiss him- Ganjyu tasted like potato chips-- Hanatarou decided that in all reality, he didn’t really mind either way, if things were always like this.
END
Edits plz!