Bleach Drabble (98-99)
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98.
Title: Teenage Rebellion
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto
Word Count: 661
Warning/s: OOC stupidity, but no spoilers.
Summary: Hitsugaya’s growing up.
Dedication: JaB…. TALK ABOUT BOOBS. :P
A/N: I dunno. I just, I have no idea. I blame it on Pre-final hysteria. You know, the quietly seething, waiting to break out at any moment hysteria. Because that’s what I have right now. OMG Final tomorrow at 9am SO SCREWED. But yeah, here’s fic. Sort of. I’ll stop rambling now.
Matsumoto was beginning to believe that her captain had…
…well, he’d reached an age.
Though to be fair, his work was flawless as always, and as the days passed he only became stronger and stronger.
But there were just…some things she supposed all teenage boys were susceptible to, no matter how seemingly responsible.
“Taichou!! Don’t just leave your dirty socks lying around, that’s disgusting!!!”
“Don’t touch them then,” he replied easily, not looking up from whatever book he was reading currently.
She frowned at him. “I don’t plan on touching them, but they shouldn’t just be sitting in the hallway, what if we have visitors?”
“Then tell them not to touch them either.”
She wanted to rip out her hair. Sure, he’d been a little smartass before, but she’d always figured it was natural for him and in no way intentional. Nowadays it was like he was trying to be aggravating.
“Taichou!”
“Hmmm?” He still wasn’t looking up.
She knew she wasn’t his mom. She didn’t want to be anyone’s mom. Ever. But right now she really wanted to just grab him and throw him over her knee and give him a good spanking. And not in the fun way, either.
She just didn’t know how to deal with kids.
Except…she paused, looking thoughtfully at the white-haired boy rebelliously reading his human-world comic book in the middle of a workday. Except… he wasn’t a kid anymore.
He was a teenager now.
And teenagers were always in possession of two things.
Angst and hormones.
Hormones she could deal with.
Smiling to herself, she planted herself on his desk crossing her legs and getting close enough to peer at the text of his comic from beside him. “Mmmm…whatcha reading?”
He blinked and chanced a look at her from the corner of his vision.
Which meant he got an eyeful of cleavage that adult men had trouble dealing with. She sat up a little straighter at just the right moment and smirked to herself when she felt the side of his cheek come in contact with her exposed skin.
“Ah…I’m uh…”
“Hmmm?”
“Reading…” he ground out, inching sideways a little bit.
“Manga, eh? Looks interesting!” the older vice-captain pressed, tossing some hair over her shoulder and smiling indolently at him.
“I’ll lend it to you later,” the young captain muttered, cheeks pinking slightly as he shifted in his chair to create more distance between his face and her… friends.
She leaned forward some more, putting a hand on his shoulder so she could murmur into his ear. “Ne…taichou?”
His eye twitched. “Ah…what?”
“Since we’ve got some free time today…why don’t you and I…”
“What?”
“Well, I was thinking, we’ve never, you know…”
“Huh?”
“Together… we haven’t…” she trailed off purposefully, voice low in his ear.
His eyes went as wide as saucers, face turning red as he clutched the manga to him like it would protect him from her predatory advances. “What? We’ve never what?”
“You know,” she pressed, running a hand along the side of her neck and then down her collarbone a little bit, just enough to make him swallow.
“Eh?”
“You and I… we haven’t had the chance yet… to… well… tidy up the office together.”
He blinked at her.
She laughed and plucked the manga out of his disbelieving fingers, and closing it, slid it down the front of her robe. “So, let’s get started, shall we?” she suggested, hopping off the desk gracefully.
He glared. “That was dirty.”
“Dirty? How so? I just wanted to clean up together since we had time. Ne… what were you thinking about, taichou?”
He glowered and looked away, getting to his feet. “Let’s clean already then.”
She smiled sweetly and reached out to ruffle his hair. “Wonderful suggestion, sir. How about we start with those socks?”
He flushed and grudgingly complied.
Matsumoto decided that maybe teenagers weren’t so bad after all.
And like this, they could even be considered a little bit cute.
END
99.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou (ish)
Word Count: 473
Warning/s: No spoilers save for what the 4th division’s other job is, I guess. -_-;;
Summary: Ganjyu would have killed Hanatarou a long time ago, except…
Dedication: Kelly- hope your final went well today! MINE KILLED ME BTW.
A/N: My goodness, some progress in their relationship? Maybe. Sort of. I don’t know, I think they’re unbearably cute together but when I tell myself I should maybe at least make them kiss, I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO IT. It’s probably very hypocritical of me, but I’ll work it out in my head one day. THEY WILL DO MORE THAN BE CLUELESS. Yes. One day.
Hanatarou woke up when he heard Ganjyu cuss from somewhere above him, the taller man tripping slightly over the corner of a rug.
“Mmm…Ganjyu- san?” the little shinigami murmured, blinking owlishly up at the other man.
“Che, finally woke up, eh, brat?”
Hanatarou yawned. “What…” he paused, realizing that Ganjyu was carrying him. “Ganjyu-san?”
The larger man looked away from those big, questioning eyes. “Ya fell asleep on the couch in the middle of talkin’ to nee-san,” he explained.
Hanatarou’s expression turned to one of horror.
“Don’t worry, you lucked out, runt. If you weren’t so cute, she probably woulda killed you for the insult.”
“C-cute?”
“She said!” Ganjyu hastily clarified, turning slightly pink.
“Oh. Hehe.”
“Yeah well, if it was anyone else you’d be dead meat, so be thankful.”
Hanatarou smiled up at his friend. “Okay.”
“Che.”
“Mmm… I can walk now, Ganjyu.”
“Forget it, ain’t worth the effort of puttin’ you down when we’re pretty much already here.”
“Okay. Is it all right to go back to sleep then?”
The other man sighed and shifted Hanatarou’s weight in his arms so he could settle a little more comfortably. “Che, why’re you so tired today anyway, huh?”
“Had to clean the tunnels this morning,” Hanatarou responded simply, resting his head against Ganjyu’s chest.
“Oh. Well, I guess it’s fine then. Just don’t drool all over me again this time, ‘kay?”
“Mmkay.”
And he was out.
Ganjyu sighed to himself as he continued on the way downstairs to his room, ignoring the idiotic grins and thumbs-ups that Koganehiko and Shiruganehiko flashed him as he passed them in the hallway.
Muttering to himself, he shifted Hanatarou easily into one arm and slid the door to his room open, somehow managing to wrestle through the dark and mess with one only hand and getting Hanatarou into his futon without dropping him.
The brat didn’t even bat an eye while Ganjyu tucked him in, just smiling in his sleep and curling up around his host’s spare pillow, burying his face into it like it was a teddy bear or something.
“Ungrateful runt,” Ganjyu’s muttered to himself as he moved to make up a place to sleep on the floor.
Looking down in the dark for his extra blankets, Ganjyu, to his horror, spied a shiny puddle of what could only be drool on the front of his shirt. Again.
The larger man sighed and wiped at it ineffectually with his sash before giving up and settling down on the floor.
Chancing one last look at a softly snoring Hanatarou, he realized a bit sourly that there would probably be drool on both his pillows come morning.
Ganjyu scowled to himself as he lay down, thinking to himself that yeah, his sister was right, as usual.
If the little idiot weren’t so damn cute he’d be dead.
END
So...edits. I didn't do any.
98.
Title: Teenage Rebellion
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto
Word Count: 661
Warning/s: OOC stupidity, but no spoilers.
Summary: Hitsugaya’s growing up.
Dedication: JaB…. TALK ABOUT BOOBS. :P
A/N: I dunno. I just, I have no idea. I blame it on Pre-final hysteria. You know, the quietly seething, waiting to break out at any moment hysteria. Because that’s what I have right now. OMG Final tomorrow at 9am SO SCREWED. But yeah, here’s fic. Sort of. I’ll stop rambling now.
Matsumoto was beginning to believe that her captain had…
…well, he’d reached an age.
Though to be fair, his work was flawless as always, and as the days passed he only became stronger and stronger.
But there were just…some things she supposed all teenage boys were susceptible to, no matter how seemingly responsible.
“Taichou!! Don’t just leave your dirty socks lying around, that’s disgusting!!!”
“Don’t touch them then,” he replied easily, not looking up from whatever book he was reading currently.
She frowned at him. “I don’t plan on touching them, but they shouldn’t just be sitting in the hallway, what if we have visitors?”
“Then tell them not to touch them either.”
She wanted to rip out her hair. Sure, he’d been a little smartass before, but she’d always figured it was natural for him and in no way intentional. Nowadays it was like he was trying to be aggravating.
“Taichou!”
“Hmmm?” He still wasn’t looking up.
She knew she wasn’t his mom. She didn’t want to be anyone’s mom. Ever. But right now she really wanted to just grab him and throw him over her knee and give him a good spanking. And not in the fun way, either.
She just didn’t know how to deal with kids.
Except…she paused, looking thoughtfully at the white-haired boy rebelliously reading his human-world comic book in the middle of a workday. Except… he wasn’t a kid anymore.
He was a teenager now.
And teenagers were always in possession of two things.
Angst and hormones.
Hormones she could deal with.
Smiling to herself, she planted herself on his desk crossing her legs and getting close enough to peer at the text of his comic from beside him. “Mmmm…whatcha reading?”
He blinked and chanced a look at her from the corner of his vision.
Which meant he got an eyeful of cleavage that adult men had trouble dealing with. She sat up a little straighter at just the right moment and smirked to herself when she felt the side of his cheek come in contact with her exposed skin.
“Ah…I’m uh…”
“Hmmm?”
“Reading…” he ground out, inching sideways a little bit.
“Manga, eh? Looks interesting!” the older vice-captain pressed, tossing some hair over her shoulder and smiling indolently at him.
“I’ll lend it to you later,” the young captain muttered, cheeks pinking slightly as he shifted in his chair to create more distance between his face and her… friends.
She leaned forward some more, putting a hand on his shoulder so she could murmur into his ear. “Ne…taichou?”
His eye twitched. “Ah…what?”
“Since we’ve got some free time today…why don’t you and I…”
“What?”
“Well, I was thinking, we’ve never, you know…”
“Huh?”
“Together… we haven’t…” she trailed off purposefully, voice low in his ear.
His eyes went as wide as saucers, face turning red as he clutched the manga to him like it would protect him from her predatory advances. “What? We’ve never what?”
“You know,” she pressed, running a hand along the side of her neck and then down her collarbone a little bit, just enough to make him swallow.
“Eh?”
“You and I… we haven’t had the chance yet… to… well… tidy up the office together.”
He blinked at her.
She laughed and plucked the manga out of his disbelieving fingers, and closing it, slid it down the front of her robe. “So, let’s get started, shall we?” she suggested, hopping off the desk gracefully.
He glared. “That was dirty.”
“Dirty? How so? I just wanted to clean up together since we had time. Ne… what were you thinking about, taichou?”
He glowered and looked away, getting to his feet. “Let’s clean already then.”
She smiled sweetly and reached out to ruffle his hair. “Wonderful suggestion, sir. How about we start with those socks?”
He flushed and grudgingly complied.
Matsumoto decided that maybe teenagers weren’t so bad after all.
And like this, they could even be considered a little bit cute.
END
99.
Title: Sleeping Beauty
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: GanjyuxHanatarou (ish)
Word Count: 473
Warning/s: No spoilers save for what the 4th division’s other job is, I guess. -_-;;
Summary: Ganjyu would have killed Hanatarou a long time ago, except…
Dedication: Kelly- hope your final went well today! MINE KILLED ME BTW.
A/N: My goodness, some progress in their relationship? Maybe. Sort of. I don’t know, I think they’re unbearably cute together but when I tell myself I should maybe at least make them kiss, I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO IT. It’s probably very hypocritical of me, but I’ll work it out in my head one day. THEY WILL DO MORE THAN BE CLUELESS. Yes. One day.
Hanatarou woke up when he heard Ganjyu cuss from somewhere above him, the taller man tripping slightly over the corner of a rug.
“Mmm…Ganjyu- san?” the little shinigami murmured, blinking owlishly up at the other man.
“Che, finally woke up, eh, brat?”
Hanatarou yawned. “What…” he paused, realizing that Ganjyu was carrying him. “Ganjyu-san?”
The larger man looked away from those big, questioning eyes. “Ya fell asleep on the couch in the middle of talkin’ to nee-san,” he explained.
Hanatarou’s expression turned to one of horror.
“Don’t worry, you lucked out, runt. If you weren’t so cute, she probably woulda killed you for the insult.”
“C-cute?”
“She said!” Ganjyu hastily clarified, turning slightly pink.
“Oh. Hehe.”
“Yeah well, if it was anyone else you’d be dead meat, so be thankful.”
Hanatarou smiled up at his friend. “Okay.”
“Che.”
“Mmm… I can walk now, Ganjyu.”
“Forget it, ain’t worth the effort of puttin’ you down when we’re pretty much already here.”
“Okay. Is it all right to go back to sleep then?”
The other man sighed and shifted Hanatarou’s weight in his arms so he could settle a little more comfortably. “Che, why’re you so tired today anyway, huh?”
“Had to clean the tunnels this morning,” Hanatarou responded simply, resting his head against Ganjyu’s chest.
“Oh. Well, I guess it’s fine then. Just don’t drool all over me again this time, ‘kay?”
“Mmkay.”
And he was out.
Ganjyu sighed to himself as he continued on the way downstairs to his room, ignoring the idiotic grins and thumbs-ups that Koganehiko and Shiruganehiko flashed him as he passed them in the hallway.
Muttering to himself, he shifted Hanatarou easily into one arm and slid the door to his room open, somehow managing to wrestle through the dark and mess with one only hand and getting Hanatarou into his futon without dropping him.
The brat didn’t even bat an eye while Ganjyu tucked him in, just smiling in his sleep and curling up around his host’s spare pillow, burying his face into it like it was a teddy bear or something.
“Ungrateful runt,” Ganjyu’s muttered to himself as he moved to make up a place to sleep on the floor.
Looking down in the dark for his extra blankets, Ganjyu, to his horror, spied a shiny puddle of what could only be drool on the front of his shirt. Again.
The larger man sighed and wiped at it ineffectually with his sash before giving up and settling down on the floor.
Chancing one last look at a softly snoring Hanatarou, he realized a bit sourly that there would probably be drool on both his pillows come morning.
Ganjyu scowled to himself as he lay down, thinking to himself that yeah, his sister was right, as usual.
If the little idiot weren’t so damn cute he’d be dead.
END
So...edits. I didn't do any.