bleach fic: but it is hardly suitable for delicate boys (isshin/masaki)
EWW BLEACH FANDOM. I THOUGHT I WAS BOYCOTTING IT?? XDDDD *is shot*
But Bleach has a way of ninja-ing very stealthily and kicking me in the ass. D:
Written for and cross-posted to 52_flavours and kurosaki_clinic.
BUT IT IS HARDLY SUITABLE FOR DELICATE BOYS.
Bleach copyright Kubo Tite.
"You're a funny guy," she says suddenly, and he feels his fingers burn from the way he fumbles with the cigarette in his hand.
Something else burning too. He slouches in his seat, miserable as he is, and stares at the floor where his stomach has just dropped. Looking like he's getting ready to leave. But--horribly--she presses on.
"Funny as in complex. Intriguing."
He gives her an angled stare out from under whatever dark cloud he's got roiling above him, and this is really what does it. She tells him as much, later on. He's got this way of looking at her like he's pleading for her to be his salvation, and his vulnerability endears him to her instantly.
When she says nothing else he accedes, deciding to believe her. He turns this way--the cloud which hovered before appears now less dense, and her lips curl into a slow smile of satisfaction as she observes how his shoulder blades draw out, straighten, how his spine lifts.
How easily she uproots him. She uncovers him drowning amidst his own soil and dirt and raises him up. He wonders how he ever got by without her; he wonders, too, what he'll do with himself once she's gone.
END.
But Bleach has a way of ninja-ing very stealthily and kicking me in the ass. D:
Written for and cross-posted to 52_flavours and kurosaki_clinic.
BUT IT IS HARDLY SUITABLE FOR DELICATE BOYS.
Bleach copyright Kubo Tite.
"You're a funny guy," she says suddenly, and he feels his fingers burn from the way he fumbles with the cigarette in his hand.
Something else burning too. He slouches in his seat, miserable as he is, and stares at the floor where his stomach has just dropped. Looking like he's getting ready to leave. But--horribly--she presses on.
"Funny as in complex. Intriguing."
He gives her an angled stare out from under whatever dark cloud he's got roiling above him, and this is really what does it. She tells him as much, later on. He's got this way of looking at her like he's pleading for her to be his salvation, and his vulnerability endears him to her instantly.
When she says nothing else he accedes, deciding to believe her. He turns this way--the cloud which hovered before appears now less dense, and her lips curl into a slow smile of satisfaction as she observes how his shoulder blades draw out, straighten, how his spine lifts.
How easily she uproots him. She uncovers him drowning amidst his own soil and dirt and raises him up. He wonders how he ever got by without her; he wonders, too, what he'll do with himself once she's gone.
END.