Deprived [#17] [Yumikkaku] [Bleach]
Title :: Deprived
Theme :: #17, ‘I fell down some stairs’ [30_wounds]
Pairing :: Yumikkaku
Rating :: PG-13
Wordcount :: 261
Summary :: Madarame Ikkaku was no stranger to looking like shit.
Madarame Ikkaku was no stranger to looking like shit. And Yumichika was certainly never surprised to see him in such a condition, considering how many times it’d happened over the years. (Really, Yumichika didn’t think that anything could surprise him anymore.)
But Ikkaku was normally careful to keep his face from getting marred - he’d learned quickly enough that injuries to the face left his lover rather…displeased. (“You’re beautiful when you fight, so you’d damn well better not lose that grace and end up looking like a common, drunken, bar-brawler. I will not be seen with you like that, and that is final.”)
So when Ikkaku walked in, nose bloodied, eye blackened, and cheekbones scraped, Yumichika did a double-take.
“What,” he hissed, eyebrows arching, scowl beginning to settle over his features, “the hell did you do to yourself, Ikkaku?”
“I--”
“Were you off fighting hollows without me?”
“I wasn’t--”
“No, you couldn’t have been fighting hollows, it’s only your face that’s been marked--”
“I fell down the stairs,” Ikkaku said flatly.
“You - you what?”
“Stairs. I fell down them.”
If anything, Yumichika’s scowl only deepened, eyes darkening and giving a frightening flash. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Ikkaku. I’m not blind, and it’s obvious from just looking at you that didn’t fall down stairs…”
Ikkaku shifted guiltily and scratched at the back of his head.
“Well? I want the truth, Ikkaku!”
“Okay, okay, fine!”
A pause.
“Yachiru fuckin’ beat me up ‘cause I wouldn’t give her candy.”
Yumichika’s scowl faded into confusion, and then cleared, and then he laughed.
Theme :: #17, ‘I fell down some stairs’ [30_wounds]
Pairing :: Yumikkaku
Rating :: PG-13
Wordcount :: 261
Summary :: Madarame Ikkaku was no stranger to looking like shit.
Madarame Ikkaku was no stranger to looking like shit. And Yumichika was certainly never surprised to see him in such a condition, considering how many times it’d happened over the years. (Really, Yumichika didn’t think that anything could surprise him anymore.)
But Ikkaku was normally careful to keep his face from getting marred - he’d learned quickly enough that injuries to the face left his lover rather…displeased. (“You’re beautiful when you fight, so you’d damn well better not lose that grace and end up looking like a common, drunken, bar-brawler. I will not be seen with you like that, and that is final.”)
So when Ikkaku walked in, nose bloodied, eye blackened, and cheekbones scraped, Yumichika did a double-take.
“What,” he hissed, eyebrows arching, scowl beginning to settle over his features, “the hell did you do to yourself, Ikkaku?”
“I--”
“Were you off fighting hollows without me?”
“I wasn’t--”
“No, you couldn’t have been fighting hollows, it’s only your face that’s been marked--”
“I fell down the stairs,” Ikkaku said flatly.
“You - you what?”
“Stairs. I fell down them.”
If anything, Yumichika’s scowl only deepened, eyes darkening and giving a frightening flash. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Ikkaku. I’m not blind, and it’s obvious from just looking at you that didn’t fall down stairs…”
Ikkaku shifted guiltily and scratched at the back of his head.
“Well? I want the truth, Ikkaku!”
“Okay, okay, fine!”
A pause.
“Yachiru fuckin’ beat me up ‘cause I wouldn’t give her candy.”
Yumichika’s scowl faded into confusion, and then cleared, and then he laughed.