[Bleach] Bewildering Adulation - Urahara, Tessai
Title: Bewildering Adulation
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Tessai, Urahara
Notes: Speed ficcing with
calmingeffects . Prompt was from b_c - “worship”.
I met him the day of his departure from Soul Society. He had the most forlorn eyes; it was hard not to stare, let alone turn away from. Those eyes when they turned to me ... pierced me right through, making me reconsider the sentence I was about to deliver by order of the Central 46. I paused, swallowing back the hesitation that was building somewhere in my throat and stalling my speech. “As I have said earlier, under the jurisdiction of the Central 46, you have hereby been sentenced to exile due to the crimes as started: creating an untraceable gigai, aiding a known dangerous element, thereby becoming a dangerous element yourself, and finally - most of all - for starting the unlawful construction of something that you have refused to elaborate on further. Do to these circumstances, it has come to down to me to personally see to your dismissal and make sure you stay in the mortal world where your sentence will be carried out.”
He cut his eyes away from me, redirecting his gaze to the barren wall of the more or less isolated cell he had become use to being in - most of which I assumed, but could have been off by a mile. “Fine, fine. If I must, I must.” Those piercing, somewhat hurt eyes were back on me in an instant and I felt that hesitation and uncertainty return full force. “So, you’re my … ‘jailer’, are you~? Lovely. Name, if you’d be so kind?”
I wasn’t instructed to give the criminal, for that was what he was, anything other than his sentence. But a name, something so simple, couldn’t possibly cause any harm. I figured I could allow him that small courtesy - one of the few I would come to give this man. “Tessai. You may call me that.”
“Ah~? Tessai-san it is, then. When are we leaving?” He didn’t even move from his position seated lazily on the cell’s cold, unforgiving floor, looking up at me with an almost winning smile if it hadn’t looked so forgotten.
“Now.” I rather thought there was no need to speak further with this man. He was a criminal- something I should never forget - so a short answer was for the best.
Unlocking the gate to his prison, you could say it was the first time I had done something for him that had irrevocably cheered him up, that forgotten smile turning a bit more realistic in the light of fresh day - a light that now came from the human world, and that world alone.
--
“It’s so boring here,” he drawled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So boring and dull and just what am I supposed to do shackled to you like this? I can’t even conduct a proper experiment like this!” He looked so put out that I resisted the strong urge to laugh as I raised our hand-cuffed hands, shaking them in jest. These weren't typical cuffs, anyway, but proper ones used for shinigami and shinigami alone.
“Part of your sentence was to make sure your ‘experiments’ came to an end. Understood?” I coughed into my free hand after the horrified look he gave me, biting back that ever present urge to laugh at this man I was starting to come to know better than I ever thought I would. “So please, stop your insistence that everything in this place is boring. If it’s so boring, why don’t you …” I stopped short, realizing how social this was coming off, as if I actually cared about the criminal I was meant to keep in line. I couldn’t become attached. Attachment led to disaster in my line of work.
“Oh pleaaaase, spare me the routine comrade act. You don’t give a flying monkey about me.” He turned away before I could see his face, but I could have sworn he was smiling.
“Flying … monkey, sir?”
“Yes. Flying monkey. Theoretically impossible. Now shut up, I’m thinking non-boring thoughts for once.”
--
“My, my, you sure changed your mind fast about me.” He rubbed at his sore wrist, but his beaming grin spoke of a happiness I thought him incapable of after being cooped up in that cell for as long as he had been. “Does this mean you’ve come to believe I was set up like I pleaded during my case~?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Then … why?” His expression shifted to a strange, out-of-place confusion on his usual jovial face, brow furrowed and a frown marring that happiness.
I wanted to change that for some reason. “Because you are a good man under all that. Despite your methods.” I paused, a smile twitching at my own lips. “And even despite that insanity of yours.”
“Hmmm. Well, I suppose I'll take what I can get, then. Shall we?” Three months into exile, and already I had befriended and learned to appreciate this man that was thought of as a wasted element beyond repair. Because I could. And if anything, I would help him become useful in this world, a world that had originally been so unappealing to him in its ordinariness. But with his personality, his flair, I was pretty sure that he could change and adapt to meet the situation. And meet it we would. Together. Because he had somehow, in that short time I had known him, become a person I couldn’t turn away from even if I had wanted to.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Tessai, Urahara
Notes: Speed ficcing with
calmingeffects . Prompt was from b_c - “worship”.
I met him the day of his departure from Soul Society. He had the most forlorn eyes; it was hard not to stare, let alone turn away from. Those eyes when they turned to me ... pierced me right through, making me reconsider the sentence I was about to deliver by order of the Central 46. I paused, swallowing back the hesitation that was building somewhere in my throat and stalling my speech. “As I have said earlier, under the jurisdiction of the Central 46, you have hereby been sentenced to exile due to the crimes as started: creating an untraceable gigai, aiding a known dangerous element, thereby becoming a dangerous element yourself, and finally - most of all - for starting the unlawful construction of something that you have refused to elaborate on further. Do to these circumstances, it has come to down to me to personally see to your dismissal and make sure you stay in the mortal world where your sentence will be carried out.”
He cut his eyes away from me, redirecting his gaze to the barren wall of the more or less isolated cell he had become use to being in - most of which I assumed, but could have been off by a mile. “Fine, fine. If I must, I must.” Those piercing, somewhat hurt eyes were back on me in an instant and I felt that hesitation and uncertainty return full force. “So, you’re my … ‘jailer’, are you~? Lovely. Name, if you’d be so kind?”
I wasn’t instructed to give the criminal, for that was what he was, anything other than his sentence. But a name, something so simple, couldn’t possibly cause any harm. I figured I could allow him that small courtesy - one of the few I would come to give this man. “Tessai. You may call me that.”
“Ah~? Tessai-san it is, then. When are we leaving?” He didn’t even move from his position seated lazily on the cell’s cold, unforgiving floor, looking up at me with an almost winning smile if it hadn’t looked so forgotten.
“Now.” I rather thought there was no need to speak further with this man. He was a criminal- something I should never forget - so a short answer was for the best.
Unlocking the gate to his prison, you could say it was the first time I had done something for him that had irrevocably cheered him up, that forgotten smile turning a bit more realistic in the light of fresh day - a light that now came from the human world, and that world alone.
--
“It’s so boring here,” he drawled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So boring and dull and just what am I supposed to do shackled to you like this? I can’t even conduct a proper experiment like this!” He looked so put out that I resisted the strong urge to laugh as I raised our hand-cuffed hands, shaking them in jest. These weren't typical cuffs, anyway, but proper ones used for shinigami and shinigami alone.
“Part of your sentence was to make sure your ‘experiments’ came to an end. Understood?” I coughed into my free hand after the horrified look he gave me, biting back that ever present urge to laugh at this man I was starting to come to know better than I ever thought I would. “So please, stop your insistence that everything in this place is boring. If it’s so boring, why don’t you …” I stopped short, realizing how social this was coming off, as if I actually cared about the criminal I was meant to keep in line. I couldn’t become attached. Attachment led to disaster in my line of work.
“Oh pleaaaase, spare me the routine comrade act. You don’t give a flying monkey about me.” He turned away before I could see his face, but I could have sworn he was smiling.
“Flying … monkey, sir?”
“Yes. Flying monkey. Theoretically impossible. Now shut up, I’m thinking non-boring thoughts for once.”
--
“My, my, you sure changed your mind fast about me.” He rubbed at his sore wrist, but his beaming grin spoke of a happiness I thought him incapable of after being cooped up in that cell for as long as he had been. “Does this mean you’ve come to believe I was set up like I pleaded during my case~?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“Then … why?” His expression shifted to a strange, out-of-place confusion on his usual jovial face, brow furrowed and a frown marring that happiness.
I wanted to change that for some reason. “Because you are a good man under all that. Despite your methods.” I paused, a smile twitching at my own lips. “And even despite that insanity of yours.”
“Hmmm. Well, I suppose I'll take what I can get, then. Shall we?” Three months into exile, and already I had befriended and learned to appreciate this man that was thought of as a wasted element beyond repair. Because I could. And if anything, I would help him become useful in this world, a world that had originally been so unappealing to him in its ordinariness. But with his personality, his flair, I was pretty sure that he could change and adapt to meet the situation. And meet it we would. Together. Because he had somehow, in that short time I had known him, become a person I couldn’t turn away from even if I had wanted to.