Title: THE MORNING
Author: Dagger (
usagi_no_hime)
Pairing: Love x Rose (Aikawa/Otoribashi)
Rating: General, comedy
Summary: Too many nightly activities can truly lead to some awkward conversation at the morning table.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or these characters, they belong to Kubo Tite.
The awkward silence that settled within the kitchen was enough to make a sane man go insane but that silence was just the prelude of what was to come. Shinji sat on the far right of the table, pretending to read a newspaper as he secretly leered at the other two Vizards who sat at the other end of the table together. Love and Rose were silent like lambs, barely saying a word to each other as they picked at the interesting green eggs and ham that Mashiro whipped up this morning. Rose took a few generous bites out of the buttered toast but didn’t touch anything else, while Love just neglected to touch anything other than his glass of orange juice.
Their somber actions didn’t go unnoticed by the viscous little blond girl with the pigtails who wandered up to the table. With her usual scowl spread across her freckled face, Hiyori took her seat near Shinji who was doing his best not to snicker at the two other Vizards at the table. The silence between the pairs only gotten worse once she sat down, Shinji made eye contact with Rose a few times but still neglected to say anything. However, with the wide smirk that continued to linger upon the younger blond’s face; Rose could only imagine why Shinji Hirako was giving him such a grin.
“Anything interesting within the morning news, Shinji?” Rose asked before reaching over towards the pitcher of ice tea that Mashiro just sat upon the table.
“Nope. Same old shit.” A curt reply from the Cheshire cat-like blond.
“Oh, I see…” Unsure what to make of Shinji’s reply, Rose took a sip of tea. Glancing over towards Hiyori who was still glaring daggers at him and Love, the older Vizard offered a sweet and innocent smile towards the pigtail-wearing girl. She said nothing to him as she began to eat, still glaring at the two of them.
Love, who was getting rather annoyed with the silence here, still couldn’t find any words to say to the other two. He thought it would be best not to say anything at all since he could tell by Shinji’s grin that the others must have heard them last night. He was grateful that Shinji hasn’t said anything about them yet but Love knew it was only a matter of time until Hirako would open his big fat mouth.
“So, how did you two sleep last night?” Rose asked innocently with a bored smile upon his face.
Then suddenly, the awkward silence vanished.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK, GRANNY?!” Hiyori roared like an angry lion whose tail just was stomped on by a clumsy gazelle.
“We couldn’t sleep, damn it! HOW COULD WE! You and Love where fuckin’ all night.” It was in the middle of Hiyori’s banter when Shinji decided to step in.
“You know, I am all for that gay pride stuff but you two are drivin’ me insane.” He said with a little grin as he folded up that boring newspaper and chucked it over his shoulder. “You two are too loud! If you guys want to have a nightly workout, how about you dudes go to a love hotel or something?”
Before Love or Rose could wash the shock off their faces, dear Mashiro jumped into the conversation to give her two cents upon the matter. “I think it’s kind of cute how much they love each other! Rose never sounds that passionate about anything other than music and comics, so I think its nice he has another hobby outside of that.” She said with a happy smile.
“I am all for hobbies, Mashiro-“ Shinji drawled. “But I just want some fuckin’ sleep, okay? I got bags underneath my eyes, guys! Night time is the only time I can get away from Hiyori, so you guys got to cut me some slack here.” That comment definitely rewarded Shinji with a kick in the face from Hiyori.
“What do you mean by that? HUH?!” Be damned Shinji, be damned if you are dreaming of boning some buxom beauty and not dreaming of your future wife.
“Listen, guys…” Love began but was interrupted by a passing by Yadōmaru.
“Personally, I think I go to sleep better when I hear them having sex.” Lisa said as she reached for the coffee pot.
Everyone in the room just stared at her as she took a sip of coffee. Glancing back at the group Lisa just shrugged her shoulders and returned to the other room while feeling somewhat proud that she successfully ended yet another conversation.