Bleach Drabble (58-60)
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Title: Mark of the Quincy
Rating: PG (shounen-ai stuff)
Pairing/Character/s: ChadxIshida
Word Count: 303
Warning/s: Fluffiness, but no spoilery.
Summary: Chad doesn’t think blue and white suit him.
Dedication: Christine, who downloaded an entire episode of Bleach only to see the Chad and Ishida on a date frame at the ending. O.o
A/N: Me trying to redeem myself. I don’t think it worked. Meh.
Chad doesn’t think that blue and white are his best color combination, personally.
Not that his tastes are particularly picky when it comes to clothing considering that most of the time, if he can find clothes that fit him in Japan, that’s good enough for him. But the fact of the matter is that lately he has to wear clothes that are very much to the way of Ishida’s tastes, and as a result, people are starting to talk.
At the same time, Sado hasn’t said anything about it himself because he doesn’t want to offend Ishida, who obviously works very hard to make these nice clothes for Chad, and at his own expense at that.
But after the third piece to a set of winter accessories (a blue-and-white striped muffler this time) is complete, Chad decides that maybe it’s time to figure out what all of this means and takes Ishida off to the side of the school building where they can be alone.
“Um…Ishida…I don’t think…blue and white are my colors?” He originally meant to ask why he was the target of so many of Ishida’s gifts, but those are the words he says instead, and even those come out unintentionally like a question because Ishida is smiling so warmly at him that Chad can’t actually go so far as to make it a statement for fear of making the Quincy unhappy.
“I know,” Ishida responds easily.
Chad blinks. “You do?”
Ishida nods and stands on his toes so he can press a soft kiss to Chad’s cheek. “They’re not your colors at all.”
Sado blushes slightly and is glad that his bangs are there to cover his eyes. “Then…why…”
Ishida’s glasses shine and he pushes them further up on his nose with a coy little smile. “Because they’re mine.”
“…oh.”
END
Title: Bento of Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika in the far background, Renji, Kira, Iba being idiots in the foreground.
Word Count: 624
Warning/s: Silliness and fluff, but nothing spoilerific.
Summary: Shuuhei’s gained some weight.
Dedication: Those that I’ve somehow managed to corrupt into liking HisagixAyasekawa. I need all the support I can get. We’ll spread the word, one day…^^
A/N: Yeah, this is really idiotic, but I had to write it because I’m convinced that food=love.
“Uh…don’t mind me for sayin’ or anything senpai, but uh… you been gainin’ a little weight lately?”
Shuuhei looked up indignantly from his lunch. “Excuse me?”
Renji backed up a step. “It’s nothin’, really! I just kinda noticed that you filled out a little, ya know? Heh…heh…”
Shuuhei glared.
“Pretend I didn’t say anything?”
“Ah, leave ‘im alone,” Iba groused, throwing a big arm over Shuuhei’s shoulders. “You punks are too skinny anyway,” he chortled, flexing shamelessly. “Take a look at that, yeah?”
From beside them, Kira rolled his eyes. “Right. Solid.”
“Ain’t it?” Iba kissed his bicep before removing his arm from around Shuuhei’s shoulders. “’Sides, the reason’s obvious, yeah? Those lunches Hisagi’s been packin’ lately…wooo. Definitely prettier than the shit they’re servin’ us in the commissary.”
Shuuhei held his bento box protectively to his chest when he felt all the surrounding eyes shamelessly ogling it. “It’s just food,” he stated around a mouthful of octopus-shaped sausage.
“Chaaaaa… he’s got tako-weiners!” Renji observed, whistling appreciatively. “Oi…and are those… bunny shaped onions?!”
Shuuhei glowered and shielded his lunch from prying eyes as best he could. “Dammit guys, I’m eating here!” he protested, almost choking on his rice.
“Ya shoulda seen it when he opened it,” Iba pressed shamelessly. “The rice was in the shape of a heart. And his pickled radishes looked like flowers. Ahahahaha!”
“Woooooowww,” Renji and Kira both exclaimed, giving Shuuhei a rather patronizing golf-clap.
“Someone’s spoiled,” Abarai persisted, grinning stupidly at Hisagi. “Hey…what shape was your tamago in?”
“An egg, goddammit,” Shuuhei muttered, narrowing his eyes.
“Hey, leave senpai alone,” Kira started, in Shuuhei’s defense.
“Thank you Ki…”
“We should respect Ayasekawa-san’s bento of love after all,” the blonde finished, unsuccessfully trying to hold back an amused little smile. “I’m sure he put a lot of work into it.”
Everyone save Shuuhei burst out into hysterical laughter.
“Man, if that much love goes into the food, imagine what the sex must be like!” Iba snorted, slapping his leg merrily.
The ninth division vice-captain glowered dangerously at the other man. “Oi…watch it.”
“We’re just sayin’, senpai… you’ra lucky sonuvabitch! You know how early someone’s gotta get up to make food that looks that nice and tastes any good on our schedules? Che…. I mean, look at the crap we’ve got to deal with!” On Abarai’s cue, the three vice-captains all simultaneously held out their manly plates of not-love from the commissary, each of which contained a mountain of impartial rice that appeared to be covered in an oily sauce, chunks of meat and potato swimming in it rather unpalatably. “It’s only our right to get to make fun of you for bein’ so spoiled.”
“Yeah!”
“Agreed.”
Shuuhei, feeling an oncoming blush, hunkered down a little more in his seat, looking down at his perfect bento box, which, even half-eaten, sparkled in comparison to his companions’ food.
“Che… it’s like I said,” Shuuhei began quietly, “in the end it’s all just food, you idiots. No big deal,” he pressed, feeling stubborn though the memory of a smiling Yumi cheerfully pecking him on the cheek before handing him his lunch this morning passed unbidden through his mind’s eye.
“Yeah, just food….whatever you say senpai,” Renji pushed, leering at the other two as he read Hisagi’s thoughtful expression.. “Whatever you say.”
Shuuhei ignored him and went back to eating; mentally cursing his own stupidity for one, somehow convincing himself that Yumi was always awake before him simply because the other man was a morning person and two, for not getting the reality of the fact until idiots like Abarai had to point it out to him first.
That night he left his office early and got home in time to make dinner for them both.
END
Title: Captain Complex
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Hinamori and a surprise. Sort of.
Word Count: 754
Warning/s: Spoilers for the whole Soul Society Arc.
Summary: Hinamori looks forward to a new beginning.
Dedication: Greg, for trying to download yaoi porn for me earlier today. Friends are awesome, man.
A/N: This is kind of a mix between an angst idea and a crack idea I had, that I was too lazy to separate into different fics. So here you have it, a hybrid monstrosity of mixed emotion.
Hinamori frowns to herself in the mirror and decides to let her hair down today, instead of keeping it in that orderly little bun of hers, the one she always wore because Aizen-taichou had given her the cloth to tie it into when he’d spied it troubling her by constantly coming loose and getting into her eyes.
Aizen-taichou had always liked things neat and orderly like that after all, and Hinamori had always done her level best to keep things that way for him because she wanted to be the best vice-captain she could be despite her young age.
But nowadays she finds herself feeling less inclined to do things like she used to. Nowadays she sort of wants to forget the person she used to be and let her hair down, wants to wear her vice-captain insignia on some silly place like her neck or across her hips or right on top of her chest. She wants to file paperwork out of order or maybe even turn it in late and with smudges too.
Because the more she thinks on Aizen-taichou and how he liked to do things when he was here, the more she wants to hate all of those things and do the exact opposite. And it’s hard, because she did them that way for so long and she loved him so much. But she believes that if she makes a conscious effort to do it for a while, those old habits she formed under Aizen’s tutelage will slowly wear off so that eventually, she won’t care about him as much as she does.
And she thinks that today is as good a day as any to start because the announcement has come in through all of seireitei that until permanent replacements can be found, three temporary captains will be taking the place of those who left their posts.
Hinamori tells herself to look forward to it because this means a new start with someone else, and she can’t help but hope that her new captain, temporary as he or she might be, will be the exact opposite of Aizen-taichou because that will make everything so much easier for her.
She hopes that he’s loud and rude and disorganized and talkative and a little unkempt. She hopes that he chortles when he laughs and he snores when he sleeps and his bankai involves loud explosions and bright flashes of light.
Because if he’s all of the things that Aizen-taichou wasn’t, then she can start becoming someone who isn’t always trying to chase after Aizen-taichou. She can have a fresh start.
A loud knock on the door brings her back to the present time, and a voice calling, “Hinamori-fukutaichou?” alerts her to the arrival of her new beginning.
“Ah yes, one minute!!” she calls back, running her fingers through her hair and discarding her ties on the table before rushing forward to open the door.
She throws it open and there is a messenger standing with a formal announcement in hand, her temporary captain looming behind him, looking uncomfortable in his new, heavy white-coat.
“Hinamori Momo, vice-captain of the fifth division of the Gotei-13, I present to you the acting captain of the fifth division as of now…”
Though she hadn’t met this person herself during all of the chaos, she gasps when she sees him anyway, because all it takes is one look for her to know. She knows all of the stories already, has heard good and bad and amazing words associated with the young man she sees standing before her.
He’s loud. He’s rude. He’s a punk who doesn’t respect the rules, an idiot who runs blindly into situations without thinking. He’s so strong that he’s defeated two captains by himself. His bankai caused so much damage to seireitei that they’re still rebuilding parts of it now, many months after the Kuchiki-ordeal.
He’s everything she could have hoped for.
And before she can stop herself, she throws herself forward gratefully, past the bewildered messenger and right into Kurosaki Ichigo.
Ichigo completely freaks when Hinamori launches herself at him without missing a beat, wrapping her little arms around his waist and smiling up at him with tears in her great big adorable eyes. “Kurosaki-taichou, welcome!”
“Erm…thanks?”
She beams back at his inelegant greeting. “Thank you…you’re exactly what I need. Thank you.”
“Uhm…you’re…welcome, I guess.”
Ichigo pats her back awkwardly as she embraces him and thinks that maybe he should have opted to get a real job for the summer instead.
END
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Title: Mark of the Quincy
Rating: PG (shounen-ai stuff)
Pairing/Character/s: ChadxIshida
Word Count: 303
Warning/s: Fluffiness, but no spoilery.
Summary: Chad doesn’t think blue and white suit him.
Dedication: Christine, who downloaded an entire episode of Bleach only to see the Chad and Ishida on a date frame at the ending. O.o
A/N: Me trying to redeem myself. I don’t think it worked. Meh.
Chad doesn’t think that blue and white are his best color combination, personally.
Not that his tastes are particularly picky when it comes to clothing considering that most of the time, if he can find clothes that fit him in Japan, that’s good enough for him. But the fact of the matter is that lately he has to wear clothes that are very much to the way of Ishida’s tastes, and as a result, people are starting to talk.
At the same time, Sado hasn’t said anything about it himself because he doesn’t want to offend Ishida, who obviously works very hard to make these nice clothes for Chad, and at his own expense at that.
But after the third piece to a set of winter accessories (a blue-and-white striped muffler this time) is complete, Chad decides that maybe it’s time to figure out what all of this means and takes Ishida off to the side of the school building where they can be alone.
“Um…Ishida…I don’t think…blue and white are my colors?” He originally meant to ask why he was the target of so many of Ishida’s gifts, but those are the words he says instead, and even those come out unintentionally like a question because Ishida is smiling so warmly at him that Chad can’t actually go so far as to make it a statement for fear of making the Quincy unhappy.
“I know,” Ishida responds easily.
Chad blinks. “You do?”
Ishida nods and stands on his toes so he can press a soft kiss to Chad’s cheek. “They’re not your colors at all.”
Sado blushes slightly and is glad that his bangs are there to cover his eyes. “Then…why…”
Ishida’s glasses shine and he pushes them further up on his nose with a coy little smile. “Because they’re mine.”
“…oh.”
END
Title: Bento of Love
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika in the far background, Renji, Kira, Iba being idiots in the foreground.
Word Count: 624
Warning/s: Silliness and fluff, but nothing spoilerific.
Summary: Shuuhei’s gained some weight.
Dedication: Those that I’ve somehow managed to corrupt into liking HisagixAyasekawa. I need all the support I can get. We’ll spread the word, one day…^^
A/N: Yeah, this is really idiotic, but I had to write it because I’m convinced that food=love.
“Uh…don’t mind me for sayin’ or anything senpai, but uh… you been gainin’ a little weight lately?”
Shuuhei looked up indignantly from his lunch. “Excuse me?”
Renji backed up a step. “It’s nothin’, really! I just kinda noticed that you filled out a little, ya know? Heh…heh…”
Shuuhei glared.
“Pretend I didn’t say anything?”
“Ah, leave ‘im alone,” Iba groused, throwing a big arm over Shuuhei’s shoulders. “You punks are too skinny anyway,” he chortled, flexing shamelessly. “Take a look at that, yeah?”
From beside them, Kira rolled his eyes. “Right. Solid.”
“Ain’t it?” Iba kissed his bicep before removing his arm from around Shuuhei’s shoulders. “’Sides, the reason’s obvious, yeah? Those lunches Hisagi’s been packin’ lately…wooo. Definitely prettier than the shit they’re servin’ us in the commissary.”
Shuuhei held his bento box protectively to his chest when he felt all the surrounding eyes shamelessly ogling it. “It’s just food,” he stated around a mouthful of octopus-shaped sausage.
“Chaaaaa… he’s got tako-weiners!” Renji observed, whistling appreciatively. “Oi…and are those… bunny shaped onions?!”
Shuuhei glowered and shielded his lunch from prying eyes as best he could. “Dammit guys, I’m eating here!” he protested, almost choking on his rice.
“Ya shoulda seen it when he opened it,” Iba pressed shamelessly. “The rice was in the shape of a heart. And his pickled radishes looked like flowers. Ahahahaha!”
“Woooooowww,” Renji and Kira both exclaimed, giving Shuuhei a rather patronizing golf-clap.
“Someone’s spoiled,” Abarai persisted, grinning stupidly at Hisagi. “Hey…what shape was your tamago in?”
“An egg, goddammit,” Shuuhei muttered, narrowing his eyes.
“Hey, leave senpai alone,” Kira started, in Shuuhei’s defense.
“Thank you Ki…”
“We should respect Ayasekawa-san’s bento of love after all,” the blonde finished, unsuccessfully trying to hold back an amused little smile. “I’m sure he put a lot of work into it.”
Everyone save Shuuhei burst out into hysterical laughter.
“Man, if that much love goes into the food, imagine what the sex must be like!” Iba snorted, slapping his leg merrily.
The ninth division vice-captain glowered dangerously at the other man. “Oi…watch it.”
“We’re just sayin’, senpai… you’ra lucky sonuvabitch! You know how early someone’s gotta get up to make food that looks that nice and tastes any good on our schedules? Che…. I mean, look at the crap we’ve got to deal with!” On Abarai’s cue, the three vice-captains all simultaneously held out their manly plates of not-love from the commissary, each of which contained a mountain of impartial rice that appeared to be covered in an oily sauce, chunks of meat and potato swimming in it rather unpalatably. “It’s only our right to get to make fun of you for bein’ so spoiled.”
“Yeah!”
“Agreed.”
Shuuhei, feeling an oncoming blush, hunkered down a little more in his seat, looking down at his perfect bento box, which, even half-eaten, sparkled in comparison to his companions’ food.
“Che… it’s like I said,” Shuuhei began quietly, “in the end it’s all just food, you idiots. No big deal,” he pressed, feeling stubborn though the memory of a smiling Yumi cheerfully pecking him on the cheek before handing him his lunch this morning passed unbidden through his mind’s eye.
“Yeah, just food….whatever you say senpai,” Renji pushed, leering at the other two as he read Hisagi’s thoughtful expression.. “Whatever you say.”
Shuuhei ignored him and went back to eating; mentally cursing his own stupidity for one, somehow convincing himself that Yumi was always awake before him simply because the other man was a morning person and two, for not getting the reality of the fact until idiots like Abarai had to point it out to him first.
That night he left his office early and got home in time to make dinner for them both.
END
Title: Captain Complex
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Hinamori and a surprise. Sort of.
Word Count: 754
Warning/s: Spoilers for the whole Soul Society Arc.
Summary: Hinamori looks forward to a new beginning.
Dedication: Greg, for trying to download yaoi porn for me earlier today. Friends are awesome, man.
A/N: This is kind of a mix between an angst idea and a crack idea I had, that I was too lazy to separate into different fics. So here you have it, a hybrid monstrosity of mixed emotion.
Hinamori frowns to herself in the mirror and decides to let her hair down today, instead of keeping it in that orderly little bun of hers, the one she always wore because Aizen-taichou had given her the cloth to tie it into when he’d spied it troubling her by constantly coming loose and getting into her eyes.
Aizen-taichou had always liked things neat and orderly like that after all, and Hinamori had always done her level best to keep things that way for him because she wanted to be the best vice-captain she could be despite her young age.
But nowadays she finds herself feeling less inclined to do things like she used to. Nowadays she sort of wants to forget the person she used to be and let her hair down, wants to wear her vice-captain insignia on some silly place like her neck or across her hips or right on top of her chest. She wants to file paperwork out of order or maybe even turn it in late and with smudges too.
Because the more she thinks on Aizen-taichou and how he liked to do things when he was here, the more she wants to hate all of those things and do the exact opposite. And it’s hard, because she did them that way for so long and she loved him so much. But she believes that if she makes a conscious effort to do it for a while, those old habits she formed under Aizen’s tutelage will slowly wear off so that eventually, she won’t care about him as much as she does.
And she thinks that today is as good a day as any to start because the announcement has come in through all of seireitei that until permanent replacements can be found, three temporary captains will be taking the place of those who left their posts.
Hinamori tells herself to look forward to it because this means a new start with someone else, and she can’t help but hope that her new captain, temporary as he or she might be, will be the exact opposite of Aizen-taichou because that will make everything so much easier for her.
She hopes that he’s loud and rude and disorganized and talkative and a little unkempt. She hopes that he chortles when he laughs and he snores when he sleeps and his bankai involves loud explosions and bright flashes of light.
Because if he’s all of the things that Aizen-taichou wasn’t, then she can start becoming someone who isn’t always trying to chase after Aizen-taichou. She can have a fresh start.
A loud knock on the door brings her back to the present time, and a voice calling, “Hinamori-fukutaichou?” alerts her to the arrival of her new beginning.
“Ah yes, one minute!!” she calls back, running her fingers through her hair and discarding her ties on the table before rushing forward to open the door.
She throws it open and there is a messenger standing with a formal announcement in hand, her temporary captain looming behind him, looking uncomfortable in his new, heavy white-coat.
“Hinamori Momo, vice-captain of the fifth division of the Gotei-13, I present to you the acting captain of the fifth division as of now…”
Though she hadn’t met this person herself during all of the chaos, she gasps when she sees him anyway, because all it takes is one look for her to know. She knows all of the stories already, has heard good and bad and amazing words associated with the young man she sees standing before her.
He’s loud. He’s rude. He’s a punk who doesn’t respect the rules, an idiot who runs blindly into situations without thinking. He’s so strong that he’s defeated two captains by himself. His bankai caused so much damage to seireitei that they’re still rebuilding parts of it now, many months after the Kuchiki-ordeal.
He’s everything she could have hoped for.
And before she can stop herself, she throws herself forward gratefully, past the bewildered messenger and right into Kurosaki Ichigo.
Ichigo completely freaks when Hinamori launches herself at him without missing a beat, wrapping her little arms around his waist and smiling up at him with tears in her great big adorable eyes. “Kurosaki-taichou, welcome!”
“Erm…thanks?”
She beams back at his inelegant greeting. “Thank you…you’re exactly what I need. Thank you.”
“Uhm…you’re…welcome, I guess.”
Ichigo pats her back awkwardly as she embraces him and thinks that maybe he should have opted to get a real job for the summer instead.
END
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