Bleach Drabble (466-467)
ARGH I SUCK AT BLEACH.
466.
Title: Payback
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Aizen+Ichigo (sort of), Grimmjow, Il Forte, Ulquiorra, Luppi, with mentions of AizenxGrimmjow and hints of GrimmjowxForte
Word Count: 719
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc and early parts of the Arrankar arc.
Summary: The Arrankar speculate on Aizen’s obsessions.
Dedication: Requested by ignipotent on my lj. Also, for kino_scythe, because I’m only basing my Luppi on hers.
A/N: Haha this doesn’t really fulfill the request I guess, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Also, it is retarded, but then again, I’ve never been particularly good at the Arrankar. Guess they just don’t do it for me. XD;;
Forte laughed and draped himself over Grimmjow teasingly, ignored the other Arrankar’s grunt of general irritation. “He’s at it again,” Forte murmured against Grimmjow’s ear, and dodged the halfhearted swipe his comrade took at him upon hearing the news.
“Fuck,” Grimmjow muttered, and ran a hand through his hair.
“Aaah, maybe he’s just asking the mirror-mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all?” Luppi offered, though his smirk told everyone present that it wasn’t meant to comfort Grimmjow. “But probably not…”
Ulquiorra in the meantime, glared disdainfully at the trio, skulking quietly to himself in the corner. “Don’t speak of Aizen-sama that way,” he murmured, and the threat was clearly there despite the flatness of his voice.
Grimmjow sneered. “What, don’t talk about him like he’s a creepy stalker bastard who gets a boner every time he watches that weakling punk in the human world?”
“It’s research. Observation. Planning. Simpletons like you wouldn’t know about those sorts of things,” Ulquiorra murmured, and his eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.
“Research, hmmm?” Luppi and Forte echoed together, and shared a look.
“You know, I hear from Gin-sama,” Luppi began, and sparkled at Forte, “that after Aizen-sama watches Ichi-chi for a while he’s very…very… horny.”
“Oh I know that,” Forte replied, and smirked over in Ulquiorra’s direction though his speech was (for the most part) directed at Luppi, “because sometimes… sometimes, he calls Grimmy-baby to his room afterwards…”
“Mmm, as close as you’ll get here I suppose,” Luppi agreed.
“It seems that Aizen-sama likes it wild. I know I do,” Forte added, and Grimmjow rolled his eyes at them both.
But he supposed he didn’t mind the teasing if it got Ulquiorra this worked up, the little bastard with his hand hovering over his sword as the two fruitcakes laughed together and imagined how it must feel to fuck Aizen-sama, wondered if their leader was ever crazy with lust for that orange-haired hothead after watching him so intently for hours upon hours like he liked to do every so often.
“Guess in the end, he’s just a pervert after all,” Grimmjow scoffed, and counted every twitch of Ulquiorra’s brow as a small victory. He was itching for a fight maybe, wanted to wipe the holier-than-thou expression off the little bastard’s face, grind it down into nothing with his fists.
Ulquiorra sneered. “And you are nothing better than his fuck toy,” he sniffed back, before turning around. “Juvenile.”
Grimmjow grunted, watched the little prick retreat like that, with a snitty little huff and his head held high. “Tch. No fun at all.”
“Virgin!” Luppi and Forte announced in tandem, and Forte laughed and rested his chin on Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Aizen-sama doesn’t fuck him, even though he’s the favorite. You should be… very honored.”
Grimmjow made a face, still glaring at Ulquiorra’s retreating back. “Like hell. Why doesn’t he just go off’n fuck his little lap dog instead then? Make everyone happier that way.”
Luppi giggled. “Maa, of course Aizen-sama doesn’t want to touch him! I mean, could you imagine fucking that?” he asked, and shared a look with Forte. “He’s such a tight-ass you’d stick your cock in and it’d come out a diamond!”
Grimmjow made a face at the rather shameless description. “I need to stop hanging out with you two. Either that or make a fuckin’ fruit salad.”
Forte snickered and nipped at his ear. “Careful what you wish for, darling… I think… I think I hear Gin-sama coming to fetch you now.” Pause. Smirk. “I guess that means Aizen-sama’s done with today’s viewing and it’s time to part ways, ne?”
Grimmjow glared at him. “I should kill you.”
Luppi grinned and examined his immaculately manicured nails. “If I were you, I’d spend the time you’ve got lubing up instead, sweet-cheeks… when Illy and I passed I think Aizen-sama was watching Kurosaki in the shower.”
Grimmjow paled a bit. “Fuck.”
Forte and Luppi beamed. “Soon!”
Grimmjow scowled at the reminder, gritted his teeth and squared his jaw and maybe clenched his fists a bit.
And as Gin fluttered around the corner calling his name, Grimmjow promised himself that first chance he got, he really was gonna slip out of here and kill that orange-headed little bastard. Choke the life right out of him.
Call it payback.
END
467.
Title: Precipice
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Komamura, Shuuhei, barely-there ShuuxYumi
Word Count: 689
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Soul Society arc.
Summary: Follow up to #105 (1000 Demons)- Komamura contemplates old legends and Shuuhei discovers something new.
Dedication: sophiap and tsukishine- they bolster my Shuumi love whenever I feel like it’s waning.
A/N: Yeah, I’m out of practice. ^^;; Probably ‘cuz I haven’t been reading much Bleach fic or the manga or watching the anime lately… Air Gear and Kyou Kara Maou have been devouring me I guess. But still, but still, I have a spark of love for the characters (these in particular), and the two dedicatees never fail to remind me of it. XD;;
Komamura looked at the marker at his feet there at the top of the hill, gazed at it in silence for a very long time. “Tousen told me of a legend once,” he began slowly, and caught Hisagi’s attention by his low, thoughtful tone. “He said that it was believed-a long time ago-- that if you kill a thousand demons, you eventually become one.”
Shuuhei looked at the big captain then, noted the tiredness with which he said it, the lingering sadness. “Do you think it’s true?” the vice-captain asked in response, and wondered if that was what Tousen-taichou was now, or at least, what he believed himself to be.
“I don’t know,” Komamura answered, and didn’t look away from the grave marker. “I thought it was absurd when he told me. But…”
“But that was a long time ago,” Shuuhei finished for him, tentatively.
“A long time ago,” Komamura agreed, and almost sounded wry when he added, “a thousand demons ago. For the both of us, perhaps.”
Shuuhei frowned at the fox captain’s tone, and realized after a moment, that he no longer felt half as sad as Komamura-taichou sounded. Strange, inexplicable. “Even if the legend’s true,” he began, and wasn’t sure what he was doing when he imagined Zaraki’s face, Ikkaku’s face, Yumichika’s, “even if we’re all demons… if everyone thinks we’re demons… it doesn’t really matter, right?”
Komamura paused at that, actually turned his head from the graves marker to face the vice-captain. “Is that so?”
“I mean,” Shuuhei continued, and swallowed, “even if the whole world called me a demon… as long as the people who mattered to me were at my side… I don’t think I’d care,” he finished, and almost couldn’t believe his own words. “At the end of the day, I think… I think that, as long as I fought for what I believed in and had the people I cared about there with me… it wouldn’t matter what I was.”
Komamura blinked for a moment, turned that unfiltered optimism around in his head.
Shuuhei squirmed a bit under the scrutiny, and really, wasn’t quite sure where that had come (though at the same time he was sure they were someone else’s words, someone else’s life infused somehow, into his own all of a sudden).
And then, after a long span of silence between them, Komamura smiled. “Iba tells me you’ve fallen in love recently.”
Shuuhei blinked, and wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything. “Well…yessir, I suppose I have.”
The large captain turned back to the grave marker then, voice sounding wistful. “Good for you, Hisagi.”
“Um…thank you sir.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon in silence like that-just thinking-and when it was time to go, when the sun was setting, Shuuhei found himself leaving Komamura there at the top of the hill and returning to the eleventh division headquarters instead of to his own barracks, found himself knocking on Yumichika’s door despite having lots of paperwork waiting back for him at the ninth division that he knew he ought to take care of tonight.
When Yumichika answered, he wanted to ask the fifth seat, “What did you do to me?” but ended up saying, “Do you want to take a walk?” instead.
Yumichika smiled at him-brilliantly-and simply said “yes.”
And for a minute, looking at the other man looking back at him in the orange glow of twilight, Shuuhei suddenly felt like all his earlier questions had been answered anyway.
He took the pretty shinigami’s hand then, and decided that as long as Yumichika always smiled at him like that-lovely, wicked, playful, knowing, wry, sly, teasing, beautiful-then he could look forward to waking up and doing his job and living his life moment by moment, day in and day out, whether each one brought him closer to one thousand… or ten thousand, or beyond.
Because demon or no, it didn’t make a difference to him any more-- just as long as he had the things that mattered most.
As they walked, Shuuhei thought that Yumichika looked amazing in the moonlight.
END
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466.
Title: Payback
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Aizen+Ichigo (sort of), Grimmjow, Il Forte, Ulquiorra, Luppi, with mentions of AizenxGrimmjow and hints of GrimmjowxForte
Word Count: 719
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc and early parts of the Arrankar arc.
Summary: The Arrankar speculate on Aizen’s obsessions.
Dedication: Requested by ignipotent on my lj. Also, for kino_scythe, because I’m only basing my Luppi on hers.
A/N: Haha this doesn’t really fulfill the request I guess, but it was the only thing that came to mind. Also, it is retarded, but then again, I’ve never been particularly good at the Arrankar. Guess they just don’t do it for me. XD;;
Forte laughed and draped himself over Grimmjow teasingly, ignored the other Arrankar’s grunt of general irritation. “He’s at it again,” Forte murmured against Grimmjow’s ear, and dodged the halfhearted swipe his comrade took at him upon hearing the news.
“Fuck,” Grimmjow muttered, and ran a hand through his hair.
“Aaah, maybe he’s just asking the mirror-mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all?” Luppi offered, though his smirk told everyone present that it wasn’t meant to comfort Grimmjow. “But probably not…”
Ulquiorra in the meantime, glared disdainfully at the trio, skulking quietly to himself in the corner. “Don’t speak of Aizen-sama that way,” he murmured, and the threat was clearly there despite the flatness of his voice.
Grimmjow sneered. “What, don’t talk about him like he’s a creepy stalker bastard who gets a boner every time he watches that weakling punk in the human world?”
“It’s research. Observation. Planning. Simpletons like you wouldn’t know about those sorts of things,” Ulquiorra murmured, and his eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.
“Research, hmmm?” Luppi and Forte echoed together, and shared a look.
“You know, I hear from Gin-sama,” Luppi began, and sparkled at Forte, “that after Aizen-sama watches Ichi-chi for a while he’s very…very… horny.”
“Oh I know that,” Forte replied, and smirked over in Ulquiorra’s direction though his speech was (for the most part) directed at Luppi, “because sometimes… sometimes, he calls Grimmy-baby to his room afterwards…”
“Mmm, as close as you’ll get here I suppose,” Luppi agreed.
“It seems that Aizen-sama likes it wild. I know I do,” Forte added, and Grimmjow rolled his eyes at them both.
But he supposed he didn’t mind the teasing if it got Ulquiorra this worked up, the little bastard with his hand hovering over his sword as the two fruitcakes laughed together and imagined how it must feel to fuck Aizen-sama, wondered if their leader was ever crazy with lust for that orange-haired hothead after watching him so intently for hours upon hours like he liked to do every so often.
“Guess in the end, he’s just a pervert after all,” Grimmjow scoffed, and counted every twitch of Ulquiorra’s brow as a small victory. He was itching for a fight maybe, wanted to wipe the holier-than-thou expression off the little bastard’s face, grind it down into nothing with his fists.
Ulquiorra sneered. “And you are nothing better than his fuck toy,” he sniffed back, before turning around. “Juvenile.”
Grimmjow grunted, watched the little prick retreat like that, with a snitty little huff and his head held high. “Tch. No fun at all.”
“Virgin!” Luppi and Forte announced in tandem, and Forte laughed and rested his chin on Grimmjow’s shoulder. “Aizen-sama doesn’t fuck him, even though he’s the favorite. You should be… very honored.”
Grimmjow made a face, still glaring at Ulquiorra’s retreating back. “Like hell. Why doesn’t he just go off’n fuck his little lap dog instead then? Make everyone happier that way.”
Luppi giggled. “Maa, of course Aizen-sama doesn’t want to touch him! I mean, could you imagine fucking that?” he asked, and shared a look with Forte. “He’s such a tight-ass you’d stick your cock in and it’d come out a diamond!”
Grimmjow made a face at the rather shameless description. “I need to stop hanging out with you two. Either that or make a fuckin’ fruit salad.”
Forte snickered and nipped at his ear. “Careful what you wish for, darling… I think… I think I hear Gin-sama coming to fetch you now.” Pause. Smirk. “I guess that means Aizen-sama’s done with today’s viewing and it’s time to part ways, ne?”
Grimmjow glared at him. “I should kill you.”
Luppi grinned and examined his immaculately manicured nails. “If I were you, I’d spend the time you’ve got lubing up instead, sweet-cheeks… when Illy and I passed I think Aizen-sama was watching Kurosaki in the shower.”
Grimmjow paled a bit. “Fuck.”
Forte and Luppi beamed. “Soon!”
Grimmjow scowled at the reminder, gritted his teeth and squared his jaw and maybe clenched his fists a bit.
And as Gin fluttered around the corner calling his name, Grimmjow promised himself that first chance he got, he really was gonna slip out of here and kill that orange-headed little bastard. Choke the life right out of him.
Call it payback.
END
467.
Title: Precipice
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Komamura, Shuuhei, barely-there ShuuxYumi
Word Count: 689
Warning/s: Spoilers for the Soul Society arc.
Summary: Follow up to #105 (1000 Demons)- Komamura contemplates old legends and Shuuhei discovers something new.
Dedication: sophiap and tsukishine- they bolster my Shuumi love whenever I feel like it’s waning.
A/N: Yeah, I’m out of practice. ^^;; Probably ‘cuz I haven’t been reading much Bleach fic or the manga or watching the anime lately… Air Gear and Kyou Kara Maou have been devouring me I guess. But still, but still, I have a spark of love for the characters (these in particular), and the two dedicatees never fail to remind me of it. XD;;
Komamura looked at the marker at his feet there at the top of the hill, gazed at it in silence for a very long time. “Tousen told me of a legend once,” he began slowly, and caught Hisagi’s attention by his low, thoughtful tone. “He said that it was believed-a long time ago-- that if you kill a thousand demons, you eventually become one.”
Shuuhei looked at the big captain then, noted the tiredness with which he said it, the lingering sadness. “Do you think it’s true?” the vice-captain asked in response, and wondered if that was what Tousen-taichou was now, or at least, what he believed himself to be.
“I don’t know,” Komamura answered, and didn’t look away from the grave marker. “I thought it was absurd when he told me. But…”
“But that was a long time ago,” Shuuhei finished for him, tentatively.
“A long time ago,” Komamura agreed, and almost sounded wry when he added, “a thousand demons ago. For the both of us, perhaps.”
Shuuhei frowned at the fox captain’s tone, and realized after a moment, that he no longer felt half as sad as Komamura-taichou sounded. Strange, inexplicable. “Even if the legend’s true,” he began, and wasn’t sure what he was doing when he imagined Zaraki’s face, Ikkaku’s face, Yumichika’s, “even if we’re all demons… if everyone thinks we’re demons… it doesn’t really matter, right?”
Komamura paused at that, actually turned his head from the graves marker to face the vice-captain. “Is that so?”
“I mean,” Shuuhei continued, and swallowed, “even if the whole world called me a demon… as long as the people who mattered to me were at my side… I don’t think I’d care,” he finished, and almost couldn’t believe his own words. “At the end of the day, I think… I think that, as long as I fought for what I believed in and had the people I cared about there with me… it wouldn’t matter what I was.”
Komamura blinked for a moment, turned that unfiltered optimism around in his head.
Shuuhei squirmed a bit under the scrutiny, and really, wasn’t quite sure where that had come (though at the same time he was sure they were someone else’s words, someone else’s life infused somehow, into his own all of a sudden).
And then, after a long span of silence between them, Komamura smiled. “Iba tells me you’ve fallen in love recently.”
Shuuhei blinked, and wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything. “Well…yessir, I suppose I have.”
The large captain turned back to the grave marker then, voice sounding wistful. “Good for you, Hisagi.”
“Um…thank you sir.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon in silence like that-just thinking-and when it was time to go, when the sun was setting, Shuuhei found himself leaving Komamura there at the top of the hill and returning to the eleventh division headquarters instead of to his own barracks, found himself knocking on Yumichika’s door despite having lots of paperwork waiting back for him at the ninth division that he knew he ought to take care of tonight.
When Yumichika answered, he wanted to ask the fifth seat, “What did you do to me?” but ended up saying, “Do you want to take a walk?” instead.
Yumichika smiled at him-brilliantly-and simply said “yes.”
And for a minute, looking at the other man looking back at him in the orange glow of twilight, Shuuhei suddenly felt like all his earlier questions had been answered anyway.
He took the pretty shinigami’s hand then, and decided that as long as Yumichika always smiled at him like that-lovely, wicked, playful, knowing, wry, sly, teasing, beautiful-then he could look forward to waking up and doing his job and living his life moment by moment, day in and day out, whether each one brought him closer to one thousand… or ten thousand, or beyond.
Because demon or no, it didn’t make a difference to him any more-- just as long as he had the things that mattered most.
As they walked, Shuuhei thought that Yumichika looked amazing in the moonlight.
END
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