Gen fic requests (part 4)
Last batch is here, just two this time.
Skyline
Bleach, Renji & Kira & Hinamori
Requested by lucindathemaid; "heroes"
352 words
“Remember when we played war in our first year?” Renji remarked as he struck a tree with his wooden sword. He believed in cutting trees with trees, steel with steel.
“Well, that was… eventful, it was,” said Kira, gripping the hilt of his practice sword tightly. He squinted in order to aim but the redhead smacked him across the back. “W- what was that for?”
“Don’t do that,” Renji grunted. “You have to look composed when you attack your enemy, you hear?”
Then a bright voice chimed in. “But it shouldn’t matter as long as you defeat the enemy, right?”
“Ah, you take all the fun out of it,” said Renji as he spotted Hinamori walking into the practice field.
The girl was ever bright in her reply. “But I’m not wrong, am I?”
“O- of course not,” stammered Kira.
So they continued until their wooden swords broke against the tree trunks and their sights faltered because of tiredness. They lay in the grass at the end of the day, exhausted but proud of what they achieved-this would help them someday, this effort.
“You’re so stubborn,” Renji said as he gestured toward the direction of the trio’s only girl.
“My desire to serve in the Gotei 13 is as good as yours,” shot back Hinamori, who rolled onto her stomach and put a hand under her chin in a hopeful way. “We’ll all get there someday.”
“Don’t act like a kid. Gotei 13 doesn’t accept just anyone.”
“Surely we all know that,” chimed in Kira, if only hesitantly. “That’s why we train like this almost every day.”
When both smiled in his direction, Renji had to grin. But he hid the expression under his nonchalant mask soon enough, and scoffed, “Whatever you say, I can still beat you any day in swordsmanship.”
“But Hinamori-san’s kidou excels compared to yours…”
“And Abarai-kun, sometimes your aim can be-”
“Right, right, I get the point,” said Renji, sitting up with a grunt. “Three days from now, same time, same place.”
They nodded, laughing. The exams were coming up fast; these days would not last long. But for now, they were under the same sky-and now was all that mattered.
.
Two behind one
Romeo x Juliet, Francisco & Cordelia
Requested by white_ookami; "of duty and love"
324 words
They both serve her, but in different ways. They encourage her duties and responsibilities and are there for her when she needs them, but Lady Juliet is not the same in their eyes.
To Cordelia, Juliet’s still very much the fragile, bright child from childhood. She thinks fragile, not because of Juliet’s health, but because that girl has always had sympathy within her heart, even during times of distraught and chaos. Cordelia remembers telling her bedtime stories, and the little redhead had asked her, “Would my prince come for me?” to which she answered, “Of course. You’re a princess.” (Then little Juliet always broke her heart by saying, “Yes, a lost one.”)
To Francisco, Juliet’s a fairy that they’ve all treasured in a bottle for too long. After all, her survival depends on her identity, and he believes it is time to tell the world what they kept in store. If watching over her had been his duty, then protecting her would be another.
They both wish her safety, but in different ways.
“She needs to be more careful,” Cordelia says as she watches Juliet-rather Odin-disappear into her room in those infamous red clothes again.
“She’ll realize how to handle herself someday,” Francisco replies, his eyes not leaving his book.
“But we can’t let her roam around like that.”
“I told you; she’s protected by the city.”
At that, the faithful friend puts her hands on her hips and gives him a look full of warning. “Even so, we’re letting her roam around too easily.” She wants to ask, what if one of the Montague soldiers get a hold of her? But she keeps quiet instead, watching to see what he would tell her in return.
“You know we’ll take care of her when the time comes,” He answers, smiling in her direction in his ever-nonchalant way.
Cordelia only sighs. “And you’re sure,” she says, and it’s not a question.
“I worry just as much as you do.”
And at that she lets it go.
Skyline
Bleach, Renji & Kira & Hinamori
Requested by lucindathemaid; "heroes"
352 words
“Remember when we played war in our first year?” Renji remarked as he struck a tree with his wooden sword. He believed in cutting trees with trees, steel with steel.
“Well, that was… eventful, it was,” said Kira, gripping the hilt of his practice sword tightly. He squinted in order to aim but the redhead smacked him across the back. “W- what was that for?”
“Don’t do that,” Renji grunted. “You have to look composed when you attack your enemy, you hear?”
Then a bright voice chimed in. “But it shouldn’t matter as long as you defeat the enemy, right?”
“Ah, you take all the fun out of it,” said Renji as he spotted Hinamori walking into the practice field.
The girl was ever bright in her reply. “But I’m not wrong, am I?”
“O- of course not,” stammered Kira.
So they continued until their wooden swords broke against the tree trunks and their sights faltered because of tiredness. They lay in the grass at the end of the day, exhausted but proud of what they achieved-this would help them someday, this effort.
“You’re so stubborn,” Renji said as he gestured toward the direction of the trio’s only girl.
“My desire to serve in the Gotei 13 is as good as yours,” shot back Hinamori, who rolled onto her stomach and put a hand under her chin in a hopeful way. “We’ll all get there someday.”
“Don’t act like a kid. Gotei 13 doesn’t accept just anyone.”
“Surely we all know that,” chimed in Kira, if only hesitantly. “That’s why we train like this almost every day.”
When both smiled in his direction, Renji had to grin. But he hid the expression under his nonchalant mask soon enough, and scoffed, “Whatever you say, I can still beat you any day in swordsmanship.”
“But Hinamori-san’s kidou excels compared to yours…”
“And Abarai-kun, sometimes your aim can be-”
“Right, right, I get the point,” said Renji, sitting up with a grunt. “Three days from now, same time, same place.”
They nodded, laughing. The exams were coming up fast; these days would not last long. But for now, they were under the same sky-and now was all that mattered.
.
Two behind one
Romeo x Juliet, Francisco & Cordelia
Requested by white_ookami; "of duty and love"
324 words
They both serve her, but in different ways. They encourage her duties and responsibilities and are there for her when she needs them, but Lady Juliet is not the same in their eyes.
To Cordelia, Juliet’s still very much the fragile, bright child from childhood. She thinks fragile, not because of Juliet’s health, but because that girl has always had sympathy within her heart, even during times of distraught and chaos. Cordelia remembers telling her bedtime stories, and the little redhead had asked her, “Would my prince come for me?” to which she answered, “Of course. You’re a princess.” (Then little Juliet always broke her heart by saying, “Yes, a lost one.”)
To Francisco, Juliet’s a fairy that they’ve all treasured in a bottle for too long. After all, her survival depends on her identity, and he believes it is time to tell the world what they kept in store. If watching over her had been his duty, then protecting her would be another.
They both wish her safety, but in different ways.
“She needs to be more careful,” Cordelia says as she watches Juliet-rather Odin-disappear into her room in those infamous red clothes again.
“She’ll realize how to handle herself someday,” Francisco replies, his eyes not leaving his book.
“But we can’t let her roam around like that.”
“I told you; she’s protected by the city.”
At that, the faithful friend puts her hands on her hips and gives him a look full of warning. “Even so, we’re letting her roam around too easily.” She wants to ask, what if one of the Montague soldiers get a hold of her? But she keeps quiet instead, watching to see what he would tell her in return.
“You know we’ll take care of her when the time comes,” He answers, smiling in her direction in his ever-nonchalant way.
Cordelia only sighs. “And you’re sure,” she says, and it’s not a question.
“I worry just as much as you do.”
And at that she lets it go.