Bleach Drabble (486)
486.
Title: Just to be Close
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Komamura, Kenpachi (mentions of Tousen)
Word Count: 366
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc. Also, crack. And OOC. Like woah. XD
Summary: Komamura misses Tousen sometimes.
Dedication: sophiap-sparked from some speculation we did about how Kenpachi would be a great friend to have. XD
A/N: I dunno. I really don’t. LOL This was just kind of spur of the moment. XD;;
Friendship with Tousen as Komamura had learned it was a study in caring very much for another person without being given the chance to be close to them.
But as Tousen was Komamura’s first friend, the large fox captain hadn’t known that friendship should have been any different from that. And in Tousen’s case, if it could have been.
But still.
Sometimes, he missed it. The dignity.
Sometimes-like right now sometimes-he wished that he wasn’t close friends with anyone, if only so he could have that old dignity back.
Kenpachi burst out laughing. “Ahahahaha are you retarded?!”
Komamura scowled. “I’m colorblind, Zaraki. As I’ve said before.”
Kenpachi held up the next thing. “Okay, okay…what color is this?”
Komamura stared at him.
Zaraki grinned at the pause. “What, you want a hint or something?”
“It looks grey. Everything looks white or black or grey. Like it always has. How is this still funny to you?” the fox asked, long-suffering.
Zaraki snorted. “It is grey. THAT’S what’s so fuckin’ funny. You don’t even know when you’re right!”
Komamura glared. “I hate you.”
The eleventh division captain’s grin broadened. He held up a log. “What color’s this?” he asked, without missing a beat.
Komamura sighed and kind of missed those nice, distanced sorts of friendships, the ones with absolute boundaries that could never be crossed. Like what he’d had back when he didn’t know any better. Ignorance was bliss every now and again, he supposed.
Though he had to admit, Zaraki was pretty funny when he got drunk and kept crashing into walls and trees and other fairly large, stationary things because his depth perception got all wonky when he was inebriated. Komamura surmised that the eye patch probably didn’t help things any.
In the meantime, Kenpachi continued to dangle the log, still waiting for an answer.
Komamura smiled intead. “Oi…Zaraki.”
“What?”
“Let’s go get a drink. My treat.”
Zaraki promptly forgot about the log. “Now you’re talkin’ my language.”
The other captain bowed his head in a humbly friendly gesture. “Please feel free to have as much as you’d like.”
“Bet your ass I will.”
Sometimes, sometimes Komamura missed Tousen.
But then again… sometimes he didn’t.
END
EDITS PLZ.
Title: Just to be Close
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Komamura, Kenpachi (mentions of Tousen)
Word Count: 366
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc. Also, crack. And OOC. Like woah. XD
Summary: Komamura misses Tousen sometimes.
Dedication: sophiap-sparked from some speculation we did about how Kenpachi would be a great friend to have. XD
A/N: I dunno. I really don’t. LOL This was just kind of spur of the moment. XD;;
Friendship with Tousen as Komamura had learned it was a study in caring very much for another person without being given the chance to be close to them.
But as Tousen was Komamura’s first friend, the large fox captain hadn’t known that friendship should have been any different from that. And in Tousen’s case, if it could have been.
But still.
Sometimes, he missed it. The dignity.
Sometimes-like right now sometimes-he wished that he wasn’t close friends with anyone, if only so he could have that old dignity back.
Kenpachi burst out laughing. “Ahahahaha are you retarded?!”
Komamura scowled. “I’m colorblind, Zaraki. As I’ve said before.”
Kenpachi held up the next thing. “Okay, okay…what color is this?”
Komamura stared at him.
Zaraki grinned at the pause. “What, you want a hint or something?”
“It looks grey. Everything looks white or black or grey. Like it always has. How is this still funny to you?” the fox asked, long-suffering.
Zaraki snorted. “It is grey. THAT’S what’s so fuckin’ funny. You don’t even know when you’re right!”
Komamura glared. “I hate you.”
The eleventh division captain’s grin broadened. He held up a log. “What color’s this?” he asked, without missing a beat.
Komamura sighed and kind of missed those nice, distanced sorts of friendships, the ones with absolute boundaries that could never be crossed. Like what he’d had back when he didn’t know any better. Ignorance was bliss every now and again, he supposed.
Though he had to admit, Zaraki was pretty funny when he got drunk and kept crashing into walls and trees and other fairly large, stationary things because his depth perception got all wonky when he was inebriated. Komamura surmised that the eye patch probably didn’t help things any.
In the meantime, Kenpachi continued to dangle the log, still waiting for an answer.
Komamura smiled intead. “Oi…Zaraki.”
“What?”
“Let’s go get a drink. My treat.”
Zaraki promptly forgot about the log. “Now you’re talkin’ my language.”
The other captain bowed his head in a humbly friendly gesture. “Please feel free to have as much as you’d like.”
“Bet your ass I will.”
Sometimes, sometimes Komamura missed Tousen.
But then again… sometimes he didn’t.
END
EDITS PLZ.