Bleach Drabble (192-193)
Yeah, only two from me tonight because school KILLS MY ENERGY.
192.
Title: Keep Your Hat On
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Urahara, Yoruichi
Word Count: 466
Warning/s: Spoilers for Urahara and Yoruichi’s backstory and some strange speculation on my part.
Summary: Kisuke has a unique sense of style.
Dedication: Beck- See? You still get the MAJORITY of the Urahara dedications. :P
A/N: I had to paint my hat with acrylic for my Urahara cosplay. THE PATTERN SUCKS BY THE WAY. So yeah. I decided to write a drabble on it. It makes perfect sense in my head.
It was a few weeks after they’d left seireitei when Yoruichi paid her first visit to him in the run down hovel he was calling home at the time, a big step down from his quarters as a captain, but a big step up in his level of cheer all the same, and so she’d endured it for him, though her sensitive nose was appalled by the smell.
She’d found him sitting by himself in the back, painting his hat.
He’d been humming some sort of lively tune as he did it, making it seem like he was outside in the springtime air with birds singing and sun shining as he laid one stroke after another of what seemed to be an improbable pattern of some sort, green and white paint all over the floors and on his face, a little in his hair.
If asked, she wouldn’t be able to think of a time when he’d looked more at ease.
She’d watched him paint his hat like that for a while, smiling to himself as he went from green stripe to white stripe to green stripe and back again, like he had all the time in the world to do nothing but paint stripes all day.
And she watched him from the doorway, thinking that maybe this was exactly where he needed to be right now, despite her earlier objections to his leaving.
“That is a weird hat,” she’d stated after a while, stepping into the room.
He’d just smiled like he’d known she was there the entire time (he probably had), and paused in his painting to admire his work. “Is it? I kind of like it.”
She snorted softly. “It’s not normal.”
He winked. “Suits me then, don’t you think?”
“Only you,” she agreed. “Though why you’re spending so much time painting odd stripes onto an odd hat is beyond me. You could just buy one and be done with it, couldn’t you?”
He smirked. “My dear, do you think they just make hats like this?” he asked, setting his brush down so he could hold said hat up and admire it in the dim light that managed somehow, to filter into the dank room.
She crossed her arms and regarded his handiwork. “True enough, but I think they don’t make hats like that for a reason, Kisuke.”
“Well. Isn’t life all about making for yourself what they say you can’t have?” he’d asked, waggling his eyebrows at her and plopping the not-dry-yet hat on his head like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
And deep down in her heart, she supposed it was, because she knew Kisuke and she understood the sentiments behind his actions.
But all the same, she wouldn’t be caught dead in that hat.
END
193.
Title: No Means No (Unless it Means Yes)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GinxKira, Tousen
Word Count: 493
Warning/s: No spoilers, really, though I suppose there are a couple you could argue by association?
Summary: Gin is the king of workplace sexual harassment.
Dedication: antiparallel- yay requests!
A/N: I had a really good idea for a drabble as I was drifting off to sleep last night and told myself to remember it come morning so I could make a note. WELL I FORGOT IT. But in my trying to remember my idea I came up with this one, which is dumber, but a good way to fill the couple hours I have between classes. ^^;;
Kira yelps when he finds himself being tugged backwards into Ichimaru’s lap, caught unawares as his captain pulls him back flush against his chest and buries his nose into the curve of the blonde’s shoulder, making a semi-contented noise as he does.
“Taichou?”
“Ne… Izu-chan,” Gin begins cheerfully, “wanna have sex?”
The vice-captain feels his cheeks burn red at the inquiry and he squirms a little in an effort to free himself. “Taichou… we can’t just…not in the middle…”
Gin frowns and reaches one hand around his subordinate anyway, fingers ghosting under the opening at the front of Kira’s top. “Why not?”
Redder and redder, the blonde struggles to find his voice, grating an embarrassed, “Nnn…b-because, sir um…” out as he writhes in an attempt to free himself and get back to work. “Taichou!!”
Gin pauses in his movements and smiles wickedly. “Ne… just a little sex?”
“We can’t!” Kira responds more emphatically now that his captain’s wandering hands have stopped momentarily.
“Why not?” Gin repeats, looking like he’s ready to get started with our without Kira’s willing participation.
“Because you’re in the middle of a meeting, sir!!” the flustered vice-captain manages, shooting an apologetic look at Tousen Kaname, the ninth division captain currently sitting on the other side of Ichimaru’s desk, staring blankly ahead at the two.
Gin laughs. “Is that it? Don’t worry, Izu-chan, he won’t be able to see us. Blind, remember?”
“Taichou!” Mourning his captain’s absolute lack of propriety, Kira redoubles his efforts to escape the embarrassing situation. “Taichou, please attend to Tousen-taichou, who’s come a very long way to see you today!”
“But I don’t wanna have sex with him,” Gin protests, clutching tighter to his would-be victim.
“Likewise,” Kaname deadpans from his seat, the first indication of any movement or life from the ninth division leader since his arrival into Gin’s office.
Gin smirks at his vice-captain. “See? He doesn’t want me to tend to him either.”
Even more mortified now, Kira drops the papers he’d come to pick up from Gin in the first place and pushes against the arms wrapped around him with greater fervor. “Tousen-taichou, please excuse my interruption,” he apologizes, managing to bow his head as he struggles. “I’ll be leaving right away to allow you to conduct your business.”
“Much appreciated,” Kaname responds, oddly enough, not sounding the least bit surprised at Ichimaru’s antics.
Gin frowns at the other two’s exchange, forced to release his prey with Tousen’s predictably boring last statement. Pouting at the ruined atmosphere, he murmurs, “you’re no fun, Izu-chan,” into his vice-captain’s ear before releasing him with a disappointed sigh.
Relieved beyond measure, Izuru stoops to pick up the papers he’d dropped, cheeks still burning.
“Ne… how about later then?” Gin asks after a moment, leering down at his second chair.
Kira rushes out of the room without a word.
But, as Gin notes, while he doesn’t exactly say yes, he doesn’t exactly say no that time either.
END
192.
Title: Keep Your Hat On
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Urahara, Yoruichi
Word Count: 466
Warning/s: Spoilers for Urahara and Yoruichi’s backstory and some strange speculation on my part.
Summary: Kisuke has a unique sense of style.
Dedication: Beck- See? You still get the MAJORITY of the Urahara dedications. :P
A/N: I had to paint my hat with acrylic for my Urahara cosplay. THE PATTERN SUCKS BY THE WAY. So yeah. I decided to write a drabble on it. It makes perfect sense in my head.
It was a few weeks after they’d left seireitei when Yoruichi paid her first visit to him in the run down hovel he was calling home at the time, a big step down from his quarters as a captain, but a big step up in his level of cheer all the same, and so she’d endured it for him, though her sensitive nose was appalled by the smell.
She’d found him sitting by himself in the back, painting his hat.
He’d been humming some sort of lively tune as he did it, making it seem like he was outside in the springtime air with birds singing and sun shining as he laid one stroke after another of what seemed to be an improbable pattern of some sort, green and white paint all over the floors and on his face, a little in his hair.
If asked, she wouldn’t be able to think of a time when he’d looked more at ease.
She’d watched him paint his hat like that for a while, smiling to himself as he went from green stripe to white stripe to green stripe and back again, like he had all the time in the world to do nothing but paint stripes all day.
And she watched him from the doorway, thinking that maybe this was exactly where he needed to be right now, despite her earlier objections to his leaving.
“That is a weird hat,” she’d stated after a while, stepping into the room.
He’d just smiled like he’d known she was there the entire time (he probably had), and paused in his painting to admire his work. “Is it? I kind of like it.”
She snorted softly. “It’s not normal.”
He winked. “Suits me then, don’t you think?”
“Only you,” she agreed. “Though why you’re spending so much time painting odd stripes onto an odd hat is beyond me. You could just buy one and be done with it, couldn’t you?”
He smirked. “My dear, do you think they just make hats like this?” he asked, setting his brush down so he could hold said hat up and admire it in the dim light that managed somehow, to filter into the dank room.
She crossed her arms and regarded his handiwork. “True enough, but I think they don’t make hats like that for a reason, Kisuke.”
“Well. Isn’t life all about making for yourself what they say you can’t have?” he’d asked, waggling his eyebrows at her and plopping the not-dry-yet hat on his head like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.
And deep down in her heart, she supposed it was, because she knew Kisuke and she understood the sentiments behind his actions.
But all the same, she wouldn’t be caught dead in that hat.
END
193.
Title: No Means No (Unless it Means Yes)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: GinxKira, Tousen
Word Count: 493
Warning/s: No spoilers, really, though I suppose there are a couple you could argue by association?
Summary: Gin is the king of workplace sexual harassment.
Dedication: antiparallel- yay requests!
A/N: I had a really good idea for a drabble as I was drifting off to sleep last night and told myself to remember it come morning so I could make a note. WELL I FORGOT IT. But in my trying to remember my idea I came up with this one, which is dumber, but a good way to fill the couple hours I have between classes. ^^;;
Kira yelps when he finds himself being tugged backwards into Ichimaru’s lap, caught unawares as his captain pulls him back flush against his chest and buries his nose into the curve of the blonde’s shoulder, making a semi-contented noise as he does.
“Taichou?”
“Ne… Izu-chan,” Gin begins cheerfully, “wanna have sex?”
The vice-captain feels his cheeks burn red at the inquiry and he squirms a little in an effort to free himself. “Taichou… we can’t just…not in the middle…”
Gin frowns and reaches one hand around his subordinate anyway, fingers ghosting under the opening at the front of Kira’s top. “Why not?”
Redder and redder, the blonde struggles to find his voice, grating an embarrassed, “Nnn…b-because, sir um…” out as he writhes in an attempt to free himself and get back to work. “Taichou!!”
Gin pauses in his movements and smiles wickedly. “Ne… just a little sex?”
“We can’t!” Kira responds more emphatically now that his captain’s wandering hands have stopped momentarily.
“Why not?” Gin repeats, looking like he’s ready to get started with our without Kira’s willing participation.
“Because you’re in the middle of a meeting, sir!!” the flustered vice-captain manages, shooting an apologetic look at Tousen Kaname, the ninth division captain currently sitting on the other side of Ichimaru’s desk, staring blankly ahead at the two.
Gin laughs. “Is that it? Don’t worry, Izu-chan, he won’t be able to see us. Blind, remember?”
“Taichou!” Mourning his captain’s absolute lack of propriety, Kira redoubles his efforts to escape the embarrassing situation. “Taichou, please attend to Tousen-taichou, who’s come a very long way to see you today!”
“But I don’t wanna have sex with him,” Gin protests, clutching tighter to his would-be victim.
“Likewise,” Kaname deadpans from his seat, the first indication of any movement or life from the ninth division leader since his arrival into Gin’s office.
Gin smirks at his vice-captain. “See? He doesn’t want me to tend to him either.”
Even more mortified now, Kira drops the papers he’d come to pick up from Gin in the first place and pushes against the arms wrapped around him with greater fervor. “Tousen-taichou, please excuse my interruption,” he apologizes, managing to bow his head as he struggles. “I’ll be leaving right away to allow you to conduct your business.”
“Much appreciated,” Kaname responds, oddly enough, not sounding the least bit surprised at Ichimaru’s antics.
Gin frowns at the other two’s exchange, forced to release his prey with Tousen’s predictably boring last statement. Pouting at the ruined atmosphere, he murmurs, “you’re no fun, Izu-chan,” into his vice-captain’s ear before releasing him with a disappointed sigh.
Relieved beyond measure, Izuru stoops to pick up the papers he’d dropped, cheeks still burning.
“Ne… how about later then?” Gin asks after a moment, leering down at his second chair.
Kira rushes out of the room without a word.
But, as Gin notes, while he doesn’t exactly say yes, he doesn’t exactly say no that time either.
END