Reluctant
Title: Reluctant
Author:
imalooney
Theme: Set 7, #2 - stop
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ayasegawa Yumichika X Zaraki Kenpachi
Disclaimer: Don’t own Bleach
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No!”
“Just this once? And if you don’t like it I’ll never do it again?”
“No means no, dammit! Now get the fuck out!”
This was the fourth time this week that the 11th Squad captain had to forcibly remove his 5th seat from his dressing room, and he was getting tired of it. No matter how many times he ordered and then physically threw Yumichika out of his dressing room the wiggly shinigami would return the next day just as determined. This persistence was a trait often found in 11th Squad.
Ikkaku and Yachiru watched as their friends went to greater and greater lengths to aid and evade each other. Zaraki started barricading himself in the dressing room each morning but abandoned that tactic after having to replace the doors and windows on a daily basis. Frustrated with Yumichika’s persistence he had decided to end this once and for all. After all, he enjoyed nothing more than a good battle. But even that backfired. For some reason the more reiatsu he released (and he even removed his custom eye patch) the more formidable his opponent became. Eventually Yumichika left their little battle, mumbling something about fixing his own hair, leaving Zaraki in peace if only for a few hours. The exhausted captain made a mental note to fight against Yumichika more often, though preferably outside of his dressing chamber. The next morning found Yumichika once more pestering his annoyed taichou about hairstyling. Zaraki, finally fed up with this routine, agreed to let the overzealous 5th seat help him with his hair on the following morning.
Zaraki did not sleep well that night. His dreams, or rather his nightmares, were plagued with images of poorly done perms and pony tails tied with pink ribbons. He woke up in a cold sweat. The sun wasn’t quite up yet so he slumped back down in his bed and spent several more minutes staring at the ceiling in silent contemplation. He still couldn’t believe that he’d actually agreed to let Yumichika do his hair. It was just wrong! He told himself that it was just this once. That it was merely to get that damn shinigami out of his hair, both figuratively and literally. With much effort he built up his resolve and began his usual morning routine. The look on Yumichika’s face when he arrived at the dressing room filled Zaraki with dread.
Reluctantly Zaraki seated himself in the chair in front of the mirror. Yumichika wiggled his way over to his captain and began laying out brushes, hair sprays, gels, and God knows what else on the countertop. Zaraki braced himself as Yumichika moved into position. Yumichika gently started to brush his taichou’s messy hair.
“Stop. Just stop. This…doesn’t feel right.”
“You already promised to let me do this. Now sit back, relax, and let me do what I do best.”
Zaraki tensed and closed his eyes as Yumichika once more began to run the brush through his long locks. In no time at all it was over. Yumichika had expertly and gracefully styled the head-full of hair before him. As he attached the last bell to the central spike he quietly said, “You can open your eyes now, Zaraki-taichou.” Zaraki hesitantly opened his eyes and stared in amazement at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at his was the epitome of perfection. There was not a single flaw in his hair that he could see. It was even better than when he did it himself!
“Well?”
“It’s…perfect.”
“So, would you be opposed to me doing this everyday?” Yumichika squirmed apprehensively as he posed the question.
“I…No, I wouldn’t mind it.”
Yumichika turned his taichou’s chair around so that Zaraki was looking into his eyes instead of at his reflection. Gently Yumichika planted a kiss on Zaraki’s cheek. “Don’t forget. Tomorrow…it’s a date.” With that Yumichika made a graceful exit and left his taichou in a state of bewilderment.
“…a…date?!"
Author:
imalooney
Theme: Set 7, #2 - stop
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Ayasegawa Yumichika X Zaraki Kenpachi
Disclaimer: Don’t own Bleach
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No!”
“Just this once? And if you don’t like it I’ll never do it again?”
“No means no, dammit! Now get the fuck out!”
This was the fourth time this week that the 11th Squad captain had to forcibly remove his 5th seat from his dressing room, and he was getting tired of it. No matter how many times he ordered and then physically threw Yumichika out of his dressing room the wiggly shinigami would return the next day just as determined. This persistence was a trait often found in 11th Squad.
Ikkaku and Yachiru watched as their friends went to greater and greater lengths to aid and evade each other. Zaraki started barricading himself in the dressing room each morning but abandoned that tactic after having to replace the doors and windows on a daily basis. Frustrated with Yumichika’s persistence he had decided to end this once and for all. After all, he enjoyed nothing more than a good battle. But even that backfired. For some reason the more reiatsu he released (and he even removed his custom eye patch) the more formidable his opponent became. Eventually Yumichika left their little battle, mumbling something about fixing his own hair, leaving Zaraki in peace if only for a few hours. The exhausted captain made a mental note to fight against Yumichika more often, though preferably outside of his dressing chamber. The next morning found Yumichika once more pestering his annoyed taichou about hairstyling. Zaraki, finally fed up with this routine, agreed to let the overzealous 5th seat help him with his hair on the following morning.
Zaraki did not sleep well that night. His dreams, or rather his nightmares, were plagued with images of poorly done perms and pony tails tied with pink ribbons. He woke up in a cold sweat. The sun wasn’t quite up yet so he slumped back down in his bed and spent several more minutes staring at the ceiling in silent contemplation. He still couldn’t believe that he’d actually agreed to let Yumichika do his hair. It was just wrong! He told himself that it was just this once. That it was merely to get that damn shinigami out of his hair, both figuratively and literally. With much effort he built up his resolve and began his usual morning routine. The look on Yumichika’s face when he arrived at the dressing room filled Zaraki with dread.
Reluctantly Zaraki seated himself in the chair in front of the mirror. Yumichika wiggled his way over to his captain and began laying out brushes, hair sprays, gels, and God knows what else on the countertop. Zaraki braced himself as Yumichika moved into position. Yumichika gently started to brush his taichou’s messy hair.
“Stop. Just stop. This…doesn’t feel right.”
“You already promised to let me do this. Now sit back, relax, and let me do what I do best.”
Zaraki tensed and closed his eyes as Yumichika once more began to run the brush through his long locks. In no time at all it was over. Yumichika had expertly and gracefully styled the head-full of hair before him. As he attached the last bell to the central spike he quietly said, “You can open your eyes now, Zaraki-taichou.” Zaraki hesitantly opened his eyes and stared in amazement at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at his was the epitome of perfection. There was not a single flaw in his hair that he could see. It was even better than when he did it himself!
“Well?”
“It’s…perfect.”
“So, would you be opposed to me doing this everyday?” Yumichika squirmed apprehensively as he posed the question.
“I…No, I wouldn’t mind it.”
Yumichika turned his taichou’s chair around so that Zaraki was looking into his eyes instead of at his reflection. Gently Yumichika planted a kiss on Zaraki’s cheek. “Don’t forget. Tomorrow…it’s a date.” With that Yumichika made a graceful exit and left his taichou in a state of bewilderment.
“…a…date?!"