Drabble: Missing
Requester: mei_yanohai
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shunsui & Jyuushirou
Prompt: post-Pendulum arc
Word Count: 250
Author's Note: This is, in part, thanks to an image of Nanao-chan that incandescens came up with. I owe her big for this one. And this is the Last of the request drabbles. Wow. Thanks, everyone, for playing! I enjoyed it all.
Late that night Jyuushiro found Shunsui under the tables at the Red Boar, snoring loudly enough to rattle tables. His pockets had been picked, his hat stolen, and three men were statue-still about him. Katen Kyoukotsu told Sōgyo no Kotowari, in no uncertain terms, that they'd tried stealing her. She'd given them nightmares about a flaming red Oni that would tear them apart if they moved while it faced them.
Jyuushiro gently removed Shunsui's belongings, including his hair ties, from their hands. He picked the big man up in a fireman's carry, and took him to the Eighth's offices. Jyuushiro put Shunsui into the simple futon in the back office, covered him up, and heard him sigh in his sleep, "Thank you, Lisa-chan."
The empty spaces in the office echoed. Lisa's favorite brushes, her extra glasses, her tea cup sat on her desk. A children's book lay face down in the center, and that was when he realized that there was a small reiatsu signature in the space.
Tiny Nanao-chan slept curled up on Lisa's chair, covered in a warm shawl Lisa had used on cold winter evenings when she'd worked late. Jyuushiro sighed and fought down the tears that threatened at the sight of that small forlorn hope. Gently, he picked her up and took her home.
The rim of the sun touched the edge of the sky to silver as Jyuushiro made his own way home, musing on how a single soul could leave so wide a gap.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shunsui & Jyuushirou
Prompt: post-Pendulum arc
Word Count: 250
Author's Note: This is, in part, thanks to an image of Nanao-chan that incandescens came up with. I owe her big for this one. And this is the Last of the request drabbles. Wow. Thanks, everyone, for playing! I enjoyed it all.
Late that night Jyuushiro found Shunsui under the tables at the Red Boar, snoring loudly enough to rattle tables. His pockets had been picked, his hat stolen, and three men were statue-still about him. Katen Kyoukotsu told Sōgyo no Kotowari, in no uncertain terms, that they'd tried stealing her. She'd given them nightmares about a flaming red Oni that would tear them apart if they moved while it faced them.
Jyuushiro gently removed Shunsui's belongings, including his hair ties, from their hands. He picked the big man up in a fireman's carry, and took him to the Eighth's offices. Jyuushiro put Shunsui into the simple futon in the back office, covered him up, and heard him sigh in his sleep, "Thank you, Lisa-chan."
The empty spaces in the office echoed. Lisa's favorite brushes, her extra glasses, her tea cup sat on her desk. A children's book lay face down in the center, and that was when he realized that there was a small reiatsu signature in the space.
Tiny Nanao-chan slept curled up on Lisa's chair, covered in a warm shawl Lisa had used on cold winter evenings when she'd worked late. Jyuushiro sighed and fought down the tears that threatened at the sight of that small forlorn hope. Gently, he picked her up and took her home.
The rim of the sun touched the edge of the sky to silver as Jyuushiro made his own way home, musing on how a single soul could leave so wide a gap.