Bleach/Gundam Wing: Something to Shoot For
One last gift fic from the same meme as the last one, then I'm packing it in for the night.
Title: Something to Shoot For
Series: none
Word Count: 545
Rating: PG
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Just where did Duo hear of shinigami, anyway?
Notes: This is for nikita_cheri111, because her Bleach/Gundam Wing crossover gave me all sorts of ideas. This isn't a time jump fic, I'm assuming that Ichigo and Kisuke have lived through the time separating Bleach-present and Gundam Wing-present. Kisuke hasn't changed much, but this Ichigo is a lot older, a lot harder and maybe more than a little bitter. Underneath all that, though, he's still Ichigo. I wish I could put in all the extra stuff that I came up with for this fic, but it just wouldn't work.
“Where am I?” Duo groaned faintly, without opening his eyes. “And why does my head hurt?”
“North of Hueco Mundo and south of Rukongai,” an unknown voice answered cheerfully.
“Would you shut up!” hissed a second, younger-sounding voice from just behind the first person, if Duo’s hearing was still working properly. The second voice switched to addressing Duo without waiting for the first to reply. “You’re about a mile due west of where you passed out, and your head hurts because you apparently thought it was hard enough to use as a weapon against a mobile suit.”
That got Duo’s attention. His eyes snapped open without bothering to consult his headache, so it took a few very painful minutes before he could respond. “I got-owowow-I got stepped on by a mobile suit?” he asked disbelievingly.
“No, no,” said the first voice which-oh, interesting-belonged to a man of enviably indistinguishable age and origin with messy blond hair and a bizarre green and white striped hat. “You just got knocked around a bit,” he said soothingly.
“And since when did you start sugarcoating things?” the second voice asked acerbically. Duo’s glaze slid past Blond Hat Guy to take in his companion. It was a teenager with orange hair and a murderous scowl who held himself like a man who intended to be the last one standing. Duo had a momentary flash of memory-Orange Hair with a sword in his hands and death in his eyes-but it was gone before he could really see it.
“Are you alright?” Blond Hat Guy inquired, giving Duo a penetrating look. Orange Hair abruptly straightened from where he was holding up the wall.
“Sure, sure,” Duo caroled, turning up the charm to deflect the sudden feeling of intensity in the room. “It’ll take more than one big ol’ honkin’ machine to kill me.”
Orange Hair returned to his slouch and Blond Hat Guy turned to a teapot sitting on a nearby table. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about machines, my young friend,” he said blandly. “Machines can be built up or broken down, used or discarded. If you want to worry, worry about the people behind the machines. Like the pilot of that mobile suit, for instance-that man could almost have been a shinigami.”
“A what?” Duo tried not to appear too interested, but he had the rather uncomfortable feeling that nothing he did would fool this man.
“A shinigami. A god of death. One who balances the scales.”
Orange Hair rolled his eyes. “You’re so full of shit,” he snarled, and stalked out of the room.
“You’re just jealous!” Blond Hat Guy called after him. “Anyway, I did say ‘almost,’ did I not?” he added to himself.
Duo had nothing to say in response to that, but late that night, after he snuck out through the shop he found downstairs, he couldn’t help but remember the odd conversation. He turned around just before the shop was out of sight and spotted a striped hat and a splash of orange in an upstairs window.
Duo tossed a manic grin to enigmatic pair, even though he knew they probably couldn’t see him from so far away. “Almost a shinigami…?” he murmured. “I can do better.”
Title: Something to Shoot For
Series: none
Word Count: 545
Rating: PG
Disclaimer Post
Summary: Just where did Duo hear of shinigami, anyway?
Notes: This is for nikita_cheri111, because her Bleach/Gundam Wing crossover gave me all sorts of ideas. This isn't a time jump fic, I'm assuming that Ichigo and Kisuke have lived through the time separating Bleach-present and Gundam Wing-present. Kisuke hasn't changed much, but this Ichigo is a lot older, a lot harder and maybe more than a little bitter. Underneath all that, though, he's still Ichigo. I wish I could put in all the extra stuff that I came up with for this fic, but it just wouldn't work.
“Where am I?” Duo groaned faintly, without opening his eyes. “And why does my head hurt?”
“North of Hueco Mundo and south of Rukongai,” an unknown voice answered cheerfully.
“Would you shut up!” hissed a second, younger-sounding voice from just behind the first person, if Duo’s hearing was still working properly. The second voice switched to addressing Duo without waiting for the first to reply. “You’re about a mile due west of where you passed out, and your head hurts because you apparently thought it was hard enough to use as a weapon against a mobile suit.”
That got Duo’s attention. His eyes snapped open without bothering to consult his headache, so it took a few very painful minutes before he could respond. “I got-owowow-I got stepped on by a mobile suit?” he asked disbelievingly.
“No, no,” said the first voice which-oh, interesting-belonged to a man of enviably indistinguishable age and origin with messy blond hair and a bizarre green and white striped hat. “You just got knocked around a bit,” he said soothingly.
“And since when did you start sugarcoating things?” the second voice asked acerbically. Duo’s glaze slid past Blond Hat Guy to take in his companion. It was a teenager with orange hair and a murderous scowl who held himself like a man who intended to be the last one standing. Duo had a momentary flash of memory-Orange Hair with a sword in his hands and death in his eyes-but it was gone before he could really see it.
“Are you alright?” Blond Hat Guy inquired, giving Duo a penetrating look. Orange Hair abruptly straightened from where he was holding up the wall.
“Sure, sure,” Duo caroled, turning up the charm to deflect the sudden feeling of intensity in the room. “It’ll take more than one big ol’ honkin’ machine to kill me.”
Orange Hair returned to his slouch and Blond Hat Guy turned to a teapot sitting on a nearby table. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry too much about machines, my young friend,” he said blandly. “Machines can be built up or broken down, used or discarded. If you want to worry, worry about the people behind the machines. Like the pilot of that mobile suit, for instance-that man could almost have been a shinigami.”
“A what?” Duo tried not to appear too interested, but he had the rather uncomfortable feeling that nothing he did would fool this man.
“A shinigami. A god of death. One who balances the scales.”
Orange Hair rolled his eyes. “You’re so full of shit,” he snarled, and stalked out of the room.
“You’re just jealous!” Blond Hat Guy called after him. “Anyway, I did say ‘almost,’ did I not?” he added to himself.
Duo had nothing to say in response to that, but late that night, after he snuck out through the shop he found downstairs, he couldn’t help but remember the odd conversation. He turned around just before the shop was out of sight and spotted a striped hat and a splash of orange in an upstairs window.
Duo tossed a manic grin to enigmatic pair, even though he knew they probably couldn’t see him from so far away. “Almost a shinigami…?” he murmured. “I can do better.”