Prompt 1: You Smell Different (Uryuu and Ametatsu)
It hurt. In the few seconds as she sailed through the air from Kurosaki's blow, she had stopped the bleeding and deposited her nearly all her store of painkillers into her body, but they might as well have been placebos for the throbbing stump of her arm, the deep gash between her breasts, and the veritable hole once occupied by Tensa Zangetsu. Biting back a cry, her senses slowly brought the early morning drizzle to her attention, just as her mind caught up with her body's hurdle through dimensions. Warmth began to pool under her stomach, and Ametatsu knew it was her blood staining the grass.
At the very least, help came quickly. It was strange to see him again, though, as her counterpart's calm expression morphed into shock. Head spinning, she informed him of Kurosaki's rampage, her voice a hoarse whisper. His hands were steady as they moved aside her tunic to quickly bandage the wounds on her stomach and arm, in reassuring contrast to the growing tremors that shook her thoroughly exhausted body. For propriety's sake, he did not touch the one on her chest, and despite the pain, she did not blame him. Uryuu picks her up gingerly, and her head lolls into his chest as she struggles to stay awake. The rain began to pour in full force, until the only thing Ametatsu could hear was his heavy breathing mingling with her own weak gasps. Her mind dully informed her that she was little more than dead weight in his arms, but her body's only attempt to alleviate the burden is in the slight twitch of a leg. Inhaling raggedly, she took in his scent- wet from the downpour, sweat from his exertion. Underneath that, though, were faint hints of clean linen that she instinctively knew belonged to him, rather than his clothing.
When she awoke under the glow of Inoue-san's power, the other girl was curious to know who it was that "smelled different". Thoroughly embarrassed, Ametatsu waved the comment off, and thankfully, Uryuu never asked about it.
Based loosely off of this BDR post and guest-starring needlesandpride and lifehime .
At the very least, help came quickly. It was strange to see him again, though, as her counterpart's calm expression morphed into shock. Head spinning, she informed him of Kurosaki's rampage, her voice a hoarse whisper. His hands were steady as they moved aside her tunic to quickly bandage the wounds on her stomach and arm, in reassuring contrast to the growing tremors that shook her thoroughly exhausted body. For propriety's sake, he did not touch the one on her chest, and despite the pain, she did not blame him. Uryuu picks her up gingerly, and her head lolls into his chest as she struggles to stay awake. The rain began to pour in full force, until the only thing Ametatsu could hear was his heavy breathing mingling with her own weak gasps. Her mind dully informed her that she was little more than dead weight in his arms, but her body's only attempt to alleviate the burden is in the slight twitch of a leg. Inhaling raggedly, she took in his scent- wet from the downpour, sweat from his exertion. Underneath that, though, were faint hints of clean linen that she instinctively knew belonged to him, rather than his clothing.
When she awoke under the glow of Inoue-san's power, the other girl was curious to know who it was that "smelled different". Thoroughly embarrassed, Ametatsu waved the comment off, and thankfully, Uryuu never asked about it.
Based loosely off of this BDR post and guest-starring needlesandpride and lifehime .