Nocturne
Theme: 01:00
Title: Nocturne
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hirako Shinji x Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: No real spoilers, though I'm using a bit of creative license with their past before they were shinigami
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine
Summary: The moment Hiyori realizes that she loves Shinji
The first time Hiyori ever admitted to herself the fact that she loved Shinji, she'd followed up that admittance with a sandal to the side of his head. Which was typical for most of their interactions, in fact, so nothing abnormal there. What had been abnormal was the fact that she'd not been her usual abrasive self and he hadn't had his usual smug remarks to make in response.
But then, that happened sometimes. Especially when the nightmares came back.
She didn't like that the visions haunted her, it was weak, it was silly. Even though she knew they all had them, had all experienced the same thing at one time or another. Waking up, in a cold sweat, and hearing the faint sound of that voice echoing through your head as it mocked you, taunted you with visions of what could be. And yet, even the knowledge that Mashiro climbed into Risa's bed on some nights, or that Kensei occasionally sat up with a cup of coffee and just stared out the window at the stars wasn't enough to make Sarugaki Hiyori admit that there were some nights where she almost wished she could put her pride on the shelf long enough to seek out comfort of her own.
So she'd done what she always did, and sought refuge on the roof of the old garage they'd managed to acquire. This whole thing was still new to all of them. The Hollows, the masks... the exile. Nearly 20 years now, and she could tell that they were still adjusting to the knowledge that they could never return to the lives they'd lead. And in a strange way, sitting up here on the cold concrete and watching the clouds move through the night sky overhead made it a bit easier. Maybe because it was remniscent of a time years ago, when she'd been just a little girl and she'd lain on her back on the grass and watched a different set of clouds with Shinji's lanky form stretched out a few inches away. Or maybe it was just because the slow trolling motion of the clouds was just calming. It didn't really matter much to her, Hiyori just cared that it helped.
Or at least, it had been helping until a cheshire-grinned face crowned by cropped blond hair obscured her vision of the night sky and she'd yelped in surprise before planting a fist square into his face. Idiot. Served him right, she growled to herself as she watched him bounce across the roof. Scaring her like that. Gathering the shreds of her composure around her, Hiyori fixed the other Vaizard with a scowl.
"The hell do you want, Shinji?"
His eyebrows had raised slightly, noting the lack of her usual barrage of insults. Then there was the fact that she'd called him by name, rather than any one of the number of derogatory terms she usually held for him -- Dickface and Baldy being among her favourites. Brushing himself off with a chuckle, he'd simply shook his head and loped over to her, plopping down on the concrete beside her and leaning back with arms pillowed behind his head.
"Kinda like old times, ya know?"
Still a bit wary, she'd nodded, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she felt herself relax a bit. His presence was comforting, though she didn't like admitting it.
"Yeah... I guess."
They sat like that in silence for a long few moments before he pushed himself back up into a sitting position and cocked his head at her, his usual wide grin replaced by a slightly gentler one that set a couple of butterflies flitting about her stomach. Shinji didn't MAKE that look, she'd never seen it. Nor had she been prepared for the small chuckle or for him to lean in to whisper in her ear.
"Ya know you've always got me when ya need someone to sit up with you."
Simple words, but they'd shocked her still as she registered them in her head, feeling her cheeks flush for a moment before she yanked her emotions back behind the mask and growled at him, sandal in her hand impacting the side of his head as she snarled that he was an idiot and she didn't need a damned thing from him before getting to her feet and stalking off back inside as Shinji sat up and rubbed his head, a faint grin on his face.
Title: Nocturne
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hirako Shinji x Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: No real spoilers, though I'm using a bit of creative license with their past before they were shinigami
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine
Summary: The moment Hiyori realizes that she loves Shinji
The first time Hiyori ever admitted to herself the fact that she loved Shinji, she'd followed up that admittance with a sandal to the side of his head. Which was typical for most of their interactions, in fact, so nothing abnormal there. What had been abnormal was the fact that she'd not been her usual abrasive self and he hadn't had his usual smug remarks to make in response.
But then, that happened sometimes. Especially when the nightmares came back.
She didn't like that the visions haunted her, it was weak, it was silly. Even though she knew they all had them, had all experienced the same thing at one time or another. Waking up, in a cold sweat, and hearing the faint sound of that voice echoing through your head as it mocked you, taunted you with visions of what could be. And yet, even the knowledge that Mashiro climbed into Risa's bed on some nights, or that Kensei occasionally sat up with a cup of coffee and just stared out the window at the stars wasn't enough to make Sarugaki Hiyori admit that there were some nights where she almost wished she could put her pride on the shelf long enough to seek out comfort of her own.
So she'd done what she always did, and sought refuge on the roof of the old garage they'd managed to acquire. This whole thing was still new to all of them. The Hollows, the masks... the exile. Nearly 20 years now, and she could tell that they were still adjusting to the knowledge that they could never return to the lives they'd lead. And in a strange way, sitting up here on the cold concrete and watching the clouds move through the night sky overhead made it a bit easier. Maybe because it was remniscent of a time years ago, when she'd been just a little girl and she'd lain on her back on the grass and watched a different set of clouds with Shinji's lanky form stretched out a few inches away. Or maybe it was just because the slow trolling motion of the clouds was just calming. It didn't really matter much to her, Hiyori just cared that it helped.
Or at least, it had been helping until a cheshire-grinned face crowned by cropped blond hair obscured her vision of the night sky and she'd yelped in surprise before planting a fist square into his face. Idiot. Served him right, she growled to herself as she watched him bounce across the roof. Scaring her like that. Gathering the shreds of her composure around her, Hiyori fixed the other Vaizard with a scowl.
"The hell do you want, Shinji?"
His eyebrows had raised slightly, noting the lack of her usual barrage of insults. Then there was the fact that she'd called him by name, rather than any one of the number of derogatory terms she usually held for him -- Dickface and Baldy being among her favourites. Brushing himself off with a chuckle, he'd simply shook his head and loped over to her, plopping down on the concrete beside her and leaning back with arms pillowed behind his head.
"Kinda like old times, ya know?"
Still a bit wary, she'd nodded, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she felt herself relax a bit. His presence was comforting, though she didn't like admitting it.
"Yeah... I guess."
They sat like that in silence for a long few moments before he pushed himself back up into a sitting position and cocked his head at her, his usual wide grin replaced by a slightly gentler one that set a couple of butterflies flitting about her stomach. Shinji didn't MAKE that look, she'd never seen it. Nor had she been prepared for the small chuckle or for him to lean in to whisper in her ear.
"Ya know you've always got me when ya need someone to sit up with you."
Simple words, but they'd shocked her still as she registered them in her head, feeling her cheeks flush for a moment before she yanked her emotions back behind the mask and growled at him, sandal in her hand impacting the side of his head as she snarled that he was an idiot and she didn't need a damned thing from him before getting to her feet and stalking off back inside as Shinji sat up and rubbed his head, a faint grin on his face.