Gen fic requests (part 3)
Writing into the wee hours of the night~ I just realized this as I organized this post: all three drabbles are in present tense. XD
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Bleach, Hitsugaya
Requested by milchstrasse
318 words
Hitsugaya does not like compromises.
He feels that when something’s over, it’s over; he hardly ever goes back to fix anything that happened. He does this neither for his ego nor the belief that he’s right, but for his conscience. He dislikes doubts that evoke more questions-he would rather be done, finished, cleared of all problems than to deal with them again.
(This, in part, has to do with his childhood at Rukongai, where he learned to leave nothing behind. Things left behind had a tendency to linger and he wanted to be a carefree child back then.)
So when enemies don’t stop coming-when they keep arriving at his door, into his mind-he begins to question himself. He trains ferociously and blames his lack of abilities for a loss in battle. He never says it out loud, but his uncertainty shows when he drops his sword at the end of the day, letting Hyourinmaru touch the ground in defeat. His fingertips feel the same, the grip of his hands on his blade, everything-nothing seems to change.
But when he looks around and sees the field around him drenched in ice that he created in his cold fury and determination, he eyes his zanpakutou and lets out a small laugh (not out loud, for the laughter remains in his gaze). That thing (of course he thinks of Hyourinmaru as an entity, but Hitsugaya doesn’t like to speak of it as if it’s completely alive-the thought of carrying a living object by his side is too strange to perceive) makes him go on every time, when there’s no one around to push him toward his future.
He wonders how many more years he will be a Captain, and how long will pass before all this-Aizen, the Arrancar, problematic situations-can be over.
(He’s still young inside sometimes, still that same boy who used name-calling and played with the snow and ice, before he commanded them all.)
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Minus night
Honey and Clover, Mayama & Ayumi
Requested by anime_babble (original request: anything H&C)
299 words
Mayama cannot remember when he started smoking. Perhaps it was in high school when he thought putting cigarettes in his mouth was cool, or perhaps in college when he didn’t want to resort to alcohol in order to forget. He admits that smoking isn’t any better than drinking (“at least with alcohol, you can throw it all up,” Morita would say brightly), but his hands look for a spare cigarette at times of nervousness like this very hour.
He sits outside the hospital by the steps and rummages through his pockets to only find a small lighter in his hand. He sighs and makes his mind up to go to a nearby store. But when he starts to get up, Ayumi comes along and smacks him with a grocery bag.
“Y- Yamada?” He says (asks), squinting and readjusting his black-rimmed glasses. He thinks he looks shoddy, and so he quickly gets up this time, trying his best to hide his old slippers.
“How is Rika-san?” She asks (says) abruptly, peering into the lit hallway. Her voice is calm; she doesn’t yell at him for ‘sitting out here like a bum’-something that she would say commonly, but not this time.
“She’s just going through her regular check-up,” Mayama answers, apparently quieted down by her presence.
“It looks more serious than that.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Ayumi wonders why she worries about his lover. (Lover, the word lingers. Lover.) She doesn’t need to, has no right to-he will be there for Rika before anyone else. (And another man may be there for a girl named Yamada Ayumi, but she shakes off the thought.)
“I’m going back,” she tells him.
He looks up. “You went grocery shopping this late?”
She frowns, an expression between a scowl and a broken smile. “That’s not the point, you idiot.”
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D.Gray-man, Noahs
Requested by calvina; "hot air balloon"
270 words
They have been alive since the flood of the world in the ark of defiance and memory, masking their existence from the rest of the universe. (Tiki says this calmly, as if it were fictional.)
“But you’re with us, Tiki. Am I right?” Rhode retorts, grinning playfully.
Tiki grins in return. “Well, of course.”
“What did you want to be when you were a human?”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
“When you were still a normal, regular human,” Rhode insists, “in the past.”
“Nothing,” Tiki scoffs, searching his coat pocket for a cigarette (but regrettably finding none). He puts his hand under his chin and watches the little girl Noah prancing about the room.
“Bo-ring,” she says now. “I used to have a dream, unlike Tiki.”
“Oh? What was it?”
Rhode opens her mouth to utter the word ‘ballerina,’ an impish grin still evident in her eyes, but the Earl stomps in through the door. Tiki turns his head and looks on as a small family reunion takes place.
“I missed you! Now, please let me borrow your stupid pumpkin umbrella.”
The Earl tosses Rero over to the side, saying, “Don’t refer to it as that. It will get its feelings hurt. ♥”
“What’s going on now?” Tiki asks, noting the fact that the ‘human dream’ discussion is over for good. He remembers having something like a dream once, warm in his human heart. He no longer recalls the feeling-it’s as if it floated away when he became a Noah, leaving him cold, brutal and ruthless.
“We’ve got more exorcists to erase ♥,” the Earl cheerfully comments, and Tiki thinks that this lifestyle is good enough for them. Erasing is all they need.
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Bleach, Hitsugaya
Requested by milchstrasse
318 words
Hitsugaya does not like compromises.
He feels that when something’s over, it’s over; he hardly ever goes back to fix anything that happened. He does this neither for his ego nor the belief that he’s right, but for his conscience. He dislikes doubts that evoke more questions-he would rather be done, finished, cleared of all problems than to deal with them again.
(This, in part, has to do with his childhood at Rukongai, where he learned to leave nothing behind. Things left behind had a tendency to linger and he wanted to be a carefree child back then.)
So when enemies don’t stop coming-when they keep arriving at his door, into his mind-he begins to question himself. He trains ferociously and blames his lack of abilities for a loss in battle. He never says it out loud, but his uncertainty shows when he drops his sword at the end of the day, letting Hyourinmaru touch the ground in defeat. His fingertips feel the same, the grip of his hands on his blade, everything-nothing seems to change.
But when he looks around and sees the field around him drenched in ice that he created in his cold fury and determination, he eyes his zanpakutou and lets out a small laugh (not out loud, for the laughter remains in his gaze). That thing (of course he thinks of Hyourinmaru as an entity, but Hitsugaya doesn’t like to speak of it as if it’s completely alive-the thought of carrying a living object by his side is too strange to perceive) makes him go on every time, when there’s no one around to push him toward his future.
He wonders how many more years he will be a Captain, and how long will pass before all this-Aizen, the Arrancar, problematic situations-can be over.
(He’s still young inside sometimes, still that same boy who used name-calling and played with the snow and ice, before he commanded them all.)
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Minus night
Honey and Clover, Mayama & Ayumi
Requested by anime_babble (original request: anything H&C)
299 words
Mayama cannot remember when he started smoking. Perhaps it was in high school when he thought putting cigarettes in his mouth was cool, or perhaps in college when he didn’t want to resort to alcohol in order to forget. He admits that smoking isn’t any better than drinking (“at least with alcohol, you can throw it all up,” Morita would say brightly), but his hands look for a spare cigarette at times of nervousness like this very hour.
He sits outside the hospital by the steps and rummages through his pockets to only find a small lighter in his hand. He sighs and makes his mind up to go to a nearby store. But when he starts to get up, Ayumi comes along and smacks him with a grocery bag.
“Y- Yamada?” He says (asks), squinting and readjusting his black-rimmed glasses. He thinks he looks shoddy, and so he quickly gets up this time, trying his best to hide his old slippers.
“How is Rika-san?” She asks (says) abruptly, peering into the lit hallway. Her voice is calm; she doesn’t yell at him for ‘sitting out here like a bum’-something that she would say commonly, but not this time.
“She’s just going through her regular check-up,” Mayama answers, apparently quieted down by her presence.
“It looks more serious than that.”
“Oh, no, don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
Ayumi wonders why she worries about his lover. (Lover, the word lingers. Lover.) She doesn’t need to, has no right to-he will be there for Rika before anyone else. (And another man may be there for a girl named Yamada Ayumi, but she shakes off the thought.)
“I’m going back,” she tells him.
He looks up. “You went grocery shopping this late?”
She frowns, an expression between a scowl and a broken smile. “That’s not the point, you idiot.”
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Link
D.Gray-man, Noahs
Requested by calvina; "hot air balloon"
270 words
They have been alive since the flood of the world in the ark of defiance and memory, masking their existence from the rest of the universe. (Tiki says this calmly, as if it were fictional.)
“But you’re with us, Tiki. Am I right?” Rhode retorts, grinning playfully.
Tiki grins in return. “Well, of course.”
“What did you want to be when you were a human?”
“What does that supposed to mean?”
“When you were still a normal, regular human,” Rhode insists, “in the past.”
“Nothing,” Tiki scoffs, searching his coat pocket for a cigarette (but regrettably finding none). He puts his hand under his chin and watches the little girl Noah prancing about the room.
“Bo-ring,” she says now. “I used to have a dream, unlike Tiki.”
“Oh? What was it?”
Rhode opens her mouth to utter the word ‘ballerina,’ an impish grin still evident in her eyes, but the Earl stomps in through the door. Tiki turns his head and looks on as a small family reunion takes place.
“I missed you! Now, please let me borrow your stupid pumpkin umbrella.”
The Earl tosses Rero over to the side, saying, “Don’t refer to it as that. It will get its feelings hurt. ♥”
“What’s going on now?” Tiki asks, noting the fact that the ‘human dream’ discussion is over for good. He remembers having something like a dream once, warm in his human heart. He no longer recalls the feeling-it’s as if it floated away when he became a Noah, leaving him cold, brutal and ruthless.
“We’ve got more exorcists to erase ♥,” the Earl cheerfully comments, and Tiki thinks that this lifestyle is good enough for them. Erasing is all they need.