[Bleach] Propositions of the Unsavory Sort
Title: Propositions of the Unsavory Sort
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Urahara, Mayuri, a little bit of Hiyori
Notes: Speed ficcing with
calmingeffects to hash out some kind of entry for b_c - using the prompt “worship”~ Not … really worship-y, methinks. Ah well, still have a … half hour to figure out something better! YEAH.
Mayuri has known him for over a century - that Urahara Kisuke. He knows how the man acts, knows what to expect from the genius who pretends to be a fool. And he’s comfortable knowing what he knows - he doesn’t want anything more. This cell, his home (for that is what it has become) is all he needs. This place and Kisuke to entertain him - that is all he’ll ever need; because really, Kisuke is all he needs to be entertained. There’s blood thirst in those actions, Kisuke’s actions. Even with such a deceptively sweet little smile, Mayuri can tell it’s all a façade to hide his true self away. Because that is what the second division is best at - hiding and waiting and executing with clarity beyond any other. He’s never going to be fooled by any of those actions he can see right through, not now - not ever, if he has any say in the matter.
Observation, to Mayuri, is a way of life - and after knowing this man for a century, maybe even longer, it’s hard not to notice the man for what he is. Of course, even though he’s observed this man for countless hours, countless days, countless years … he still can’t fathom what it is that makes the man tick, what fuels Kisuke on and makes him that much harder than the average person to actually figure out.
When he’s approached with a proposition the likes of which were unthinkable, he’s fairly sure Kisuke has passed being unfathomable and gone straight to enigmatic in its irreversibility. He isn’t obsessed with this man, not at all, so he would have freely given up the innumerable opportunities he could have had in the future to see him - day in and day out, the same old face of someone he’s grown to see as a way to kill time within these bland walls. He isn’t obsessed, so he sees no reason to accept this proposition that is (to put it lightly) blatantly stupid.
“You … certainly are a very unpleasant sort of person.”
Kisuke laughs, all too use to hearing this, rubbing at the back of his neck as if he’s completely naïve about what the other man is talking about. Hiyori, next to him, looks about ready to go off again - about something, about everything. She isn’t pleased to be here, watching these two … there really isn’t a word capable of describing these two and the way they deal with each other, so she leaves well enough alone and keeps to herself. She doesn’t respect them - not in the slightest - but the tension in the air quiets her down just a bit, not wishing to bring the wrath of either one of them upon her. She’s not afraid, though. It’s more … instinct that tells her to wait and watch and see what happens. If anything, she listens to her instincts.
“Now, now, don’t be so mean~! And we have a guest, too! Tsk, tsk.” Again, Kisuke laughs and Mayuri’s eyes hardly stray from the same old face with the same old habitual expressions.
“You talk too much.”
“Hmmm,” the sound comes from somewhere deep in Kisuke’s throat, a whimsical smile sweeping over lips that expel yet another laugh, “my, and you sure don’t talk enough, Kurotsuchi-saaan~.”
Mayuri can see right through this man, he knows more than anything else that this proposition will only lead them both into dark, muddy water. He isn’t sure whether or not those waters are worth treading, but … he figures, just this once, he can give it a go. After all, what he wouldn’t give to be second to no one. And all he has to do is get rid of one little nuisance, and everything would be his for the taking.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Urahara, Mayuri, a little bit of Hiyori
Notes: Speed ficcing with
calmingeffects to hash out some kind of entry for b_c - using the prompt “worship”~ Not … really worship-y, methinks. Ah well, still have a … half hour to figure out something better! YEAH.
Mayuri has known him for over a century - that Urahara Kisuke. He knows how the man acts, knows what to expect from the genius who pretends to be a fool. And he’s comfortable knowing what he knows - he doesn’t want anything more. This cell, his home (for that is what it has become) is all he needs. This place and Kisuke to entertain him - that is all he’ll ever need; because really, Kisuke is all he needs to be entertained. There’s blood thirst in those actions, Kisuke’s actions. Even with such a deceptively sweet little smile, Mayuri can tell it’s all a façade to hide his true self away. Because that is what the second division is best at - hiding and waiting and executing with clarity beyond any other. He’s never going to be fooled by any of those actions he can see right through, not now - not ever, if he has any say in the matter.
Observation, to Mayuri, is a way of life - and after knowing this man for a century, maybe even longer, it’s hard not to notice the man for what he is. Of course, even though he’s observed this man for countless hours, countless days, countless years … he still can’t fathom what it is that makes the man tick, what fuels Kisuke on and makes him that much harder than the average person to actually figure out.
When he’s approached with a proposition the likes of which were unthinkable, he’s fairly sure Kisuke has passed being unfathomable and gone straight to enigmatic in its irreversibility. He isn’t obsessed with this man, not at all, so he would have freely given up the innumerable opportunities he could have had in the future to see him - day in and day out, the same old face of someone he’s grown to see as a way to kill time within these bland walls. He isn’t obsessed, so he sees no reason to accept this proposition that is (to put it lightly) blatantly stupid.
“You … certainly are a very unpleasant sort of person.”
Kisuke laughs, all too use to hearing this, rubbing at the back of his neck as if he’s completely naïve about what the other man is talking about. Hiyori, next to him, looks about ready to go off again - about something, about everything. She isn’t pleased to be here, watching these two … there really isn’t a word capable of describing these two and the way they deal with each other, so she leaves well enough alone and keeps to herself. She doesn’t respect them - not in the slightest - but the tension in the air quiets her down just a bit, not wishing to bring the wrath of either one of them upon her. She’s not afraid, though. It’s more … instinct that tells her to wait and watch and see what happens. If anything, she listens to her instincts.
“Now, now, don’t be so mean~! And we have a guest, too! Tsk, tsk.” Again, Kisuke laughs and Mayuri’s eyes hardly stray from the same old face with the same old habitual expressions.
“You talk too much.”
“Hmmm,” the sound comes from somewhere deep in Kisuke’s throat, a whimsical smile sweeping over lips that expel yet another laugh, “my, and you sure don’t talk enough, Kurotsuchi-saaan~.”
Mayuri can see right through this man, he knows more than anything else that this proposition will only lead them both into dark, muddy water. He isn’t sure whether or not those waters are worth treading, but … he figures, just this once, he can give it a go. After all, what he wouldn’t give to be second to no one. And all he has to do is get rid of one little nuisance, and everything would be his for the taking.