MERRY CHRISTMAS BATTY
Title: Merry Christmas, Juu-kun!
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Kyouraku/Ukitake
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really
Author Note: Yours was the hardest, Batty. It just didn't want to come out, but I finally did it. :3 I hope it's all right. Not entirely what you asked for but...
Summary: Christmas just wouldn't be the same again.
Dedication: Merry Christmas Batty! It's not what you asked for, exactly, and it's like totally short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Jushirou couldn’t help but smile as Kiyone complained about the cold and Sentarou had to top her. Winter in Seireitei was much like that of the transient world, and as the days grew colder and shorter, the Shinigami Women’s Association began to plan more and more. He had never been able to keep up with them, but it was quite a nice thing, when things like mistletoe began to appear in random doorways and decorations began to be streamed throughout the offices of the Gotei 13 (Kuchiki manor was looking rather festive this year too). It was a nice, pleasant change when Soul Society adopted one of the human world’s various holidays.
Ah, but the cold certainly did know how to bring him down. It sank into his chest, pulled deep coughs from him that were painful and harsh, confined him to a bed while everyone around him had their fun.
When Ukitake laid down for a nap after a particularly rough coughing fit, he intended to sleep the night away and some of the day, if possible, just so he could, at least, be available to attend the Christmas party that seemed to be terribly important to more than a few of his close friends.
When he awoke, he was hardly surprised to see Shunsui hovering over him. He tended to do that when he left early or didn’t show up for a little relaxing. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” he said softly with a gentle smile.
Shunsui grinned in that lazy way of his and sat back. “Merry Christmas, Juu-kun.”
The snowy-haired captain blinked slowly, sleep-induced fog being brushed away when it was not a blanket his fingers clenched but something that slid through his fingers, like water, but solid. Grainy. Sand.
Sand was not something they had a whole lot of in Soul Society. It was rare they got to see it, save for those imported goods (shinigami who went to the human world for it and called it imported) that one could find in some trinket shops.
Jushirou sat up abruptly, staring around his room. It was warm, as if the early summer sun was peeking into the room. Beneath him wasn’t his futon, but a towel while there was the sound of crashing waves and seagulls screeching somewhere in the distance. There were little beach toys littered about and Shunsui was dressed as if he were about to launch himself into the ocean water. There really were no words for it…
“Nanao-chan told me all about the beach trip,” the usually flamboyantly dressed captain replied to his unanswered question. “Let’s have some fun, Juu-kun.”
“What will we do then, Shunsui?”
Kyouraku turned around for a moment before turning back, this time a watermelon in his hands. “We got watermelons.”
Ukitake watched as he set down the watermelon and lifted a bat to whack it when it sprouted tiny tentacle-like legs and started squirming out of place. So very much like their trip to the real world’s beach…
He’d have to thank Shunsui later, when they weren’t chasing tiny flailing watermelons around the thirteenth division.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Kyouraku/Ukitake
Rating: PG
Warnings: None, really
Author Note: Yours was the hardest, Batty. It just didn't want to come out, but I finally did it. :3 I hope it's all right. Not entirely what you asked for but...
Summary: Christmas just wouldn't be the same again.
Dedication: Merry Christmas Batty! It's not what you asked for, exactly, and it's like totally short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Jushirou couldn’t help but smile as Kiyone complained about the cold and Sentarou had to top her. Winter in Seireitei was much like that of the transient world, and as the days grew colder and shorter, the Shinigami Women’s Association began to plan more and more. He had never been able to keep up with them, but it was quite a nice thing, when things like mistletoe began to appear in random doorways and decorations began to be streamed throughout the offices of the Gotei 13 (Kuchiki manor was looking rather festive this year too). It was a nice, pleasant change when Soul Society adopted one of the human world’s various holidays.
Ah, but the cold certainly did know how to bring him down. It sank into his chest, pulled deep coughs from him that were painful and harsh, confined him to a bed while everyone around him had their fun.
When Ukitake laid down for a nap after a particularly rough coughing fit, he intended to sleep the night away and some of the day, if possible, just so he could, at least, be available to attend the Christmas party that seemed to be terribly important to more than a few of his close friends.
When he awoke, he was hardly surprised to see Shunsui hovering over him. He tended to do that when he left early or didn’t show up for a little relaxing. “You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” he said softly with a gentle smile.
Shunsui grinned in that lazy way of his and sat back. “Merry Christmas, Juu-kun.”
The snowy-haired captain blinked slowly, sleep-induced fog being brushed away when it was not a blanket his fingers clenched but something that slid through his fingers, like water, but solid. Grainy. Sand.
Sand was not something they had a whole lot of in Soul Society. It was rare they got to see it, save for those imported goods (shinigami who went to the human world for it and called it imported) that one could find in some trinket shops.
Jushirou sat up abruptly, staring around his room. It was warm, as if the early summer sun was peeking into the room. Beneath him wasn’t his futon, but a towel while there was the sound of crashing waves and seagulls screeching somewhere in the distance. There were little beach toys littered about and Shunsui was dressed as if he were about to launch himself into the ocean water. There really were no words for it…
“Nanao-chan told me all about the beach trip,” the usually flamboyantly dressed captain replied to his unanswered question. “Let’s have some fun, Juu-kun.”
“What will we do then, Shunsui?”
Kyouraku turned around for a moment before turning back, this time a watermelon in his hands. “We got watermelons.”
Ukitake watched as he set down the watermelon and lifted a bat to whack it when it sprouted tiny tentacle-like legs and started squirming out of place. So very much like their trip to the real world’s beach…
He’d have to thank Shunsui later, when they weren’t chasing tiny flailing watermelons around the thirteenth division.