FICs: YumichikaxIkkaku: In the Eye of the Beholder
Title:In the Eye of the Beholder
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Yumichika x Ikkaku
Warnings:Ikkaku thinking bad words in a few places, more just to be safe than anything
Summary:One-shot, short. Yumichika is ranting and it leads to a short little conversation between him and Ikkaku....Fluffish (I think...)
“Why do I get the feeling those bastards weren’t even listening to me today in the meeting?” Yumichika huffed, storming towards his quarters.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a girl they might pay attention,” Ikkaku muttered, walking with Yumichika.
Yumichika turned a glare on Ikkaku, scowling (beautifully of course). “They have no appreciation for true beauty.”
“No. They have no appreciation for the feathers sprouting from your eye,” Ikkaku snorted.
Yumichika’s expression changed, flying from outraged to hurt then outraged again. “I would think one such as you would understand my beauty!” he protested.
Ikkaku rolled his red painted eyes, twining his fingers behind his smooth head, cupping the curve of his skull as he walked with Yumichika. To be honest, he never much understood Yumichika’s rambling about beauty and such, but what the hell difference did it make? He was fifth seat, he was strong, and that was all that mattered. Besides, Yumichika… was his friend. He could deal with Yumichika’s bitching. It felt kind of nice knowing Ikkaku was about the only person Yumichika did bitch to, even if it turned annoying now and then.
He looked out of the corner of his eye at Yumichika, watching the emotions flash over Yumichika’s face. Normally he remained composed and not a little arrogant in front of the others, and maybe he had right to. Ikkaku felt foolish for feeling so self-important that Yumichika let some of that arrogance slide away and his true emotions cross his ridiculously petite features in Ikkaku's presence. It made taking his bitching a little easier.
“I’d appreciate it more if those ridiculous feathers weren’t a battle hazard,” Ikkaku growled.
Yumichika threw a look at him that was a cross between pout and scowl, his fingers reaching to brush his fingers over the red and yellow decorations. “I wouldn’t be as beautiful without them,” he said petulantly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ikkaku scolded, smacking Yumichika’s shoulder.
Yumichika stumbled a little at the sudden punch, but didn’t protest it either (for once, noted Ikkaku). He brushed a hand through his hair, giving Ikkaku a rather strange look. Ikkaku wasn’t sure what to make of it, the look Yumichika was throwing at him. He tried to meet the stare, but figuring out people’s feelings and emotions wasn’t his strong point. Even his own feelings usually filed down to the point of his Zanpaktou.
Yumichika suddenly paused in his huffy exit from the meeting; Ikkaku passing him it was so sudden. He turned on his heel, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at Yumichika. “What?” he demanded.
Yumichika pulled at his red decorations gently. “So… even if I didn’t have these, or Fujikuzyaku, I would still be beautiful?”
For all that was holy and right with the world, why did Yumichika have to be so obsessed with beauty? Ikkaku lifted his lip in a snarl. “What difference does it make? I never even judged you by either of them. The fact you love fighting for fighting, that you are a comrade, that you were strong enough to take the fifth seat - that is what I have always judged you by. Not your looks. You could be uglier than a fresh piece of shit, and I couldn't care less.” Ikkaku clicked his mouth shut, not sure what else he could say.
Yumichika blinked at him, seemingly stunned. Then slowly a smile spread across his face, not the little arrogant smile he usually plastered on, but something warm and genuinely pleased, like after a good sparring match. A voice in the back of his mind suddenly piped up, noting it had been some time since Ikkaku last saw such an expression on Yumichika’s face.
That same voice also noted that Ikkaku missed it.
He shoved the voice back, narrowing his eyes at Yumichika. “What’s that look for?”
“You’re almost as beautiful as me, Ikkaku,” Yumichika smiled.
Ikkaku blinked. “That’s not something I want to hear from the likes of you,” he snorted.
Yumichika just kept that smile on his face and started walking, Ikkaku following and bracing himself for the next round of Yumichika's complaining.
Rating:PG-13
Pairing:Yumichika x Ikkaku
Warnings:Ikkaku thinking bad words in a few places, more just to be safe than anything
Summary:One-shot, short. Yumichika is ranting and it leads to a short little conversation between him and Ikkaku....Fluffish (I think...)
“Why do I get the feeling those bastards weren’t even listening to me today in the meeting?” Yumichika huffed, storming towards his quarters.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a girl they might pay attention,” Ikkaku muttered, walking with Yumichika.
Yumichika turned a glare on Ikkaku, scowling (beautifully of course). “They have no appreciation for true beauty.”
“No. They have no appreciation for the feathers sprouting from your eye,” Ikkaku snorted.
Yumichika’s expression changed, flying from outraged to hurt then outraged again. “I would think one such as you would understand my beauty!” he protested.
Ikkaku rolled his red painted eyes, twining his fingers behind his smooth head, cupping the curve of his skull as he walked with Yumichika. To be honest, he never much understood Yumichika’s rambling about beauty and such, but what the hell difference did it make? He was fifth seat, he was strong, and that was all that mattered. Besides, Yumichika… was his friend. He could deal with Yumichika’s bitching. It felt kind of nice knowing Ikkaku was about the only person Yumichika did bitch to, even if it turned annoying now and then.
He looked out of the corner of his eye at Yumichika, watching the emotions flash over Yumichika’s face. Normally he remained composed and not a little arrogant in front of the others, and maybe he had right to. Ikkaku felt foolish for feeling so self-important that Yumichika let some of that arrogance slide away and his true emotions cross his ridiculously petite features in Ikkaku's presence. It made taking his bitching a little easier.
“I’d appreciate it more if those ridiculous feathers weren’t a battle hazard,” Ikkaku growled.
Yumichika threw a look at him that was a cross between pout and scowl, his fingers reaching to brush his fingers over the red and yellow decorations. “I wouldn’t be as beautiful without them,” he said petulantly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Ikkaku scolded, smacking Yumichika’s shoulder.
Yumichika stumbled a little at the sudden punch, but didn’t protest it either (for once, noted Ikkaku). He brushed a hand through his hair, giving Ikkaku a rather strange look. Ikkaku wasn’t sure what to make of it, the look Yumichika was throwing at him. He tried to meet the stare, but figuring out people’s feelings and emotions wasn’t his strong point. Even his own feelings usually filed down to the point of his Zanpaktou.
Yumichika suddenly paused in his huffy exit from the meeting; Ikkaku passing him it was so sudden. He turned on his heel, putting his hands on his hips and glaring at Yumichika. “What?” he demanded.
Yumichika pulled at his red decorations gently. “So… even if I didn’t have these, or Fujikuzyaku, I would still be beautiful?”
For all that was holy and right with the world, why did Yumichika have to be so obsessed with beauty? Ikkaku lifted his lip in a snarl. “What difference does it make? I never even judged you by either of them. The fact you love fighting for fighting, that you are a comrade, that you were strong enough to take the fifth seat - that is what I have always judged you by. Not your looks. You could be uglier than a fresh piece of shit, and I couldn't care less.” Ikkaku clicked his mouth shut, not sure what else he could say.
Yumichika blinked at him, seemingly stunned. Then slowly a smile spread across his face, not the little arrogant smile he usually plastered on, but something warm and genuinely pleased, like after a good sparring match. A voice in the back of his mind suddenly piped up, noting it had been some time since Ikkaku last saw such an expression on Yumichika’s face.
That same voice also noted that Ikkaku missed it.
He shoved the voice back, narrowing his eyes at Yumichika. “What’s that look for?”
“You’re almost as beautiful as me, Ikkaku,” Yumichika smiled.
Ikkaku blinked. “That’s not something I want to hear from the likes of you,” he snorted.
Yumichika just kept that smile on his face and started walking, Ikkaku following and bracing himself for the next round of Yumichika's complaining.