[Bleach] Contrast in Two - Shuuhei/Nemu
Title: Contrast in Two
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Shuuhei/Nemu
Notes: This is for
calmingeffects . I promised to write her Shuu/Nemu for our continued fic exchange. I had this written in a notebook for a while - it’s just, you know, time for me to stop being lazy and type it up~ So here you go! Enjoy, Meggy~! =)
He stands there, saying nice things to me again - as if I’m actually worthy of such words. There’s a strange, fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach and I half-start to compare it to being nauseated before realization dawns. It’s nervousness that provokes this feeling, but it’s a happy, what-will-he-do-next sort of anxiety that has me second guessing myself. He takes a step forward, and I take two back, my face more or less expressionless and bland when related to that smile he’s giving me now. He shakes his head, holds out a hand, and I contemplate that hand for longer than I’ve ever contemplated anything. After all, what use is it to think and consider and articulate things when all I really am is a servant that has no real use?
This man I’ve known for such a short amount of time … he seems to think differently than most. He has yet to overlook my worthless self like so many others. I almost appreciate the effort, but it is wasted on me. What could I do with his compassion, anyway? My father, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, has taught me that compassion is just for the weak - it drags down those with power, making them struggle to keep on living because advantages can be had by exploiting that compassion. He takes another step closer with that unavoidable compassion and I take three back this time, wanting distance - the only thing I feel in control of at this moment.
The usual smile on his face does not falter and keeps approaching. The way the light catches his eyes makes him appear that bit more mischevious, as if he has something planned, and when I feel my back press into the wall behind me … I realize with a start he had calculated that, hoping to have me cornered with no where to run. That only left one more question in my mind: what is he going to do next? He’s done all this. Found me, trapped me, what does he want that would have him doing such things?
“Aha! Finally found you!” He chuckles and his taller frame seems to hover over my much slimmer build, blocking me on all sides and cutting off my escapes. “You’re a tough girl to track down, you know.”
“Because Mayuri-sama wishes that I -”
He snorts and shakes his head. “Oi, I don’t care about him. But I was worried about you. You haven’t been back to classes lately! I miss … um, I kind of miss - missed you.” He stumbles over his words, and with his proximity to me I can see a light red spread across his cheeks that almost - just almost - makes me want to smile in return.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Shuuhei/Nemu
Notes: This is for
calmingeffects . I promised to write her Shuu/Nemu for our continued fic exchange. I had this written in a notebook for a while - it’s just, you know, time for me to stop being lazy and type it up~ So here you go! Enjoy, Meggy~! =)
He stands there, saying nice things to me again - as if I’m actually worthy of such words. There’s a strange, fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach and I half-start to compare it to being nauseated before realization dawns. It’s nervousness that provokes this feeling, but it’s a happy, what-will-he-do-next sort of anxiety that has me second guessing myself. He takes a step forward, and I take two back, my face more or less expressionless and bland when related to that smile he’s giving me now. He shakes his head, holds out a hand, and I contemplate that hand for longer than I’ve ever contemplated anything. After all, what use is it to think and consider and articulate things when all I really am is a servant that has no real use?
This man I’ve known for such a short amount of time … he seems to think differently than most. He has yet to overlook my worthless self like so many others. I almost appreciate the effort, but it is wasted on me. What could I do with his compassion, anyway? My father, Kurotsuchi Mayuri, has taught me that compassion is just for the weak - it drags down those with power, making them struggle to keep on living because advantages can be had by exploiting that compassion. He takes another step closer with that unavoidable compassion and I take three back this time, wanting distance - the only thing I feel in control of at this moment.
The usual smile on his face does not falter and keeps approaching. The way the light catches his eyes makes him appear that bit more mischevious, as if he has something planned, and when I feel my back press into the wall behind me … I realize with a start he had calculated that, hoping to have me cornered with no where to run. That only left one more question in my mind: what is he going to do next? He’s done all this. Found me, trapped me, what does he want that would have him doing such things?
“Aha! Finally found you!” He chuckles and his taller frame seems to hover over my much slimmer build, blocking me on all sides and cutting off my escapes. “You’re a tough girl to track down, you know.”
“Because Mayuri-sama wishes that I -”
He snorts and shakes his head. “Oi, I don’t care about him. But I was worried about you. You haven’t been back to classes lately! I miss … um, I kind of miss - missed you.” He stumbles over his words, and with his proximity to me I can see a light red spread across his cheeks that almost - just almost - makes me want to smile in return.