Two ficlets I wrote the other day... both pretty much along the same lines, so I'm posting them together. Uh. I knew I'd write something like this someday...
Title: Jealousy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 235
Warning: N/A
Characters: Ukitake, Yumichika, Ikkaku, Shunsui
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika
Note: This is a snippet from a 'verse I'm writing a multichapter fic in. You'll see more of it soon.
No one who’d had even a passing acquaintance with him would have ever dreamed that Ukitake Jyuushirou- the Captain known for his kindness, his generosity, his modesty- could ever be truly jealous of something or someone.
But they were very, very wrong.
It wasn’t even others’ good health that he was envious of. He had accepted that particular burden long, long ago.
It was Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumichika that he was jealous of, with a searing, twisting jealousy that left him breathless and hollow-eyed.
You see, the Eleventh Division was already its own land within the Gotei-13, known, accepted, and ignored as a hovel of eccentrics with little morals. So Ikakku and Yumichika- and their relationship- were just lumped in (accepted and ignored) with the Eleventh Division’s general perversion. Outside that Division, similar relationships were just not talked about in Seireitei, save in hushed whispers behind closed doors.
The days would come when he would see them together, kissing or teasing each other, grins on their faces and uncaring of the stares of those around them. And if those days were some of the days he took ill, and those were the days that he pushed Shunsui’s help away with more desperate, useless anger than usual… no one noticed.
And so Ukitake Jyuushirou was left with just his jealousy and his pain, and the knowledge of a thousand things that he could never say.
Title: Burn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 96
Warning: N/A
Characters: Ukitake, Yumichika, Ikkaku, Shunsui
Pairing: Ikkaku/Yumichika, implied Shunsui/Nanao
“Well, I should be off now! Nanao-chan must be missing me~” Shunsui crooned, squeezing his shoulder and flitting off. Ukitake laughed quietly to himself, shook his head, and continued walking.
He rounded the corner of the building, and froze. Ikkaku had pushed Yumichika up against the side of the building, one hand tangled in beautiful black hair. One of Yumichika’s hands clutched at Ikkaku’s bare back, and the other cupped his face. “Ikka… ku…” Ukitake heard him gasp.
His shoulder burned where Shunsui’s fingers had touched, and he looked away, suddenly feeling his two thousand years.