[Bleach][drabble prompts 5, 39, 40][Hitsugaya, Matsumoto]
Major spoilers for Chapter 392 in all of these. Just... be warned. No titles, no headers. I'm not that creative. Or motivated.
5. the effect of impact on stationary objects
Rangiku had never heard him scream before, but she knew her captain's voice anywhere, and if his voice was echoing in the sudden quiet, then something hellish had happened. She pushed to her elbows, eyes wide, seeking her captain. Aizen stood mere meters from her but she never looked at him.
She looked at Hitsugaya. She looked at Hinamori.
And her heart stopped. Dimly, she heard Hisagi demand that she stay put. She pushed to her hands and knees and collapsed as her captain fell. The tears felt cool on her cheeks; she tried to imagine it was his ice.
39. the need to hold still
The battle raged; he simply held her. He didn't look away from her face. He deserved that pained expression etched into his mind. His grip was too tight on her shoulders; Unohana moved his hands for him. His blood mingled with hers, streaked over the shattered ice around them.
Breathe. Match his breaths to hers and hope - oh gods he hoped - that she'd take the next one. Be still, ignore the scream of clashing steel above him, forget the healer right there and wait for her to come back to him.
He would not move until she did.
40. a new iconography of resurrection
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Every time he looked at his hands, he saw himself gripping a bloody hilt. Every time he heard her voice, he heard her softly asking him why. Horror had consumed his soul, edged aside by rage, because he could act with rage. He could survive rage. It was nothing new to him; anger at Aizen was as old as the betrayal.
Hinamori lived, battered but still her. She served in the Fifth, she visited friends. She even spent time with him.
During those visits, behind her tired smile, he saw blood.
5. the effect of impact on stationary objects
Rangiku had never heard him scream before, but she knew her captain's voice anywhere, and if his voice was echoing in the sudden quiet, then something hellish had happened. She pushed to her elbows, eyes wide, seeking her captain. Aizen stood mere meters from her but she never looked at him.
She looked at Hitsugaya. She looked at Hinamori.
And her heart stopped. Dimly, she heard Hisagi demand that she stay put. She pushed to her hands and knees and collapsed as her captain fell. The tears felt cool on her cheeks; she tried to imagine it was his ice.
39. the need to hold still
The battle raged; he simply held her. He didn't look away from her face. He deserved that pained expression etched into his mind. His grip was too tight on her shoulders; Unohana moved his hands for him. His blood mingled with hers, streaked over the shattered ice around them.
Breathe. Match his breaths to hers and hope - oh gods he hoped - that she'd take the next one. Be still, ignore the scream of clashing steel above him, forget the healer right there and wait for her to come back to him.
He would not move until she did.
40. a new iconography of resurrection
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. Every time he looked at his hands, he saw himself gripping a bloody hilt. Every time he heard her voice, he heard her softly asking him why. Horror had consumed his soul, edged aside by rage, because he could act with rage. He could survive rage. It was nothing new to him; anger at Aizen was as old as the betrayal.
Hinamori lived, battered but still her. She served in the Fifth, she visited friends. She even spent time with him.
During those visits, behind her tired smile, he saw blood.