[drabbles] Love (HaruToki), Failure (Bleach)
Getting down to the end of the alphabet post.
Title: Love
Fandom: Harukanaru Toki no Naka de
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mizuno Tooko and Koei own them.
Word count: 318
Notes: Written for akinarei's L claim.
Love
Now and then moments passed during which Yorihisa wondered why Akane had chosen him, but it was no easier to formulate a simple answer when he asked himself why he had fallen for her.
Even with her time as Miko finished, or perhaps because the bonds of duty no longer held him to her, Yorihisa found himself drawn toward Akane. An emotion stronger than loyalty kept him by her side, something he hadn't thought possible before he met her. Honor held a higher priority than life itself for a warrior. He had followed that belief through his training and into service, but none of it had prepared Yorihisa for love. His self-control, something he prided himself in, had eventually been overpowered by the need to take Akane into his arms and hold her.
The everyday things about her pulled at him the most: how her eyes lit up with she smiled, the faint blush that colored her cheeks when he used her given name, the gentle motions of her fingertips when they brushed over flower petals. Yorihisa felt he could watch her all day and never tire of her sometimes-graceful sometimes-awkward way of moving through life.
It was selfish, he knew, to derive such a great amount of happiness from the way his heart throbbed within his chest when he saw her, or to wish fruitlessly every now and then that he had the freedom to take her away to a place where she could be his alone. Yorihisa would no sooner desert his sworn master than deny his emotional attachment Akane, and without either he felt he would cease to exist.
Yorihisa protected her now, not out of loyalty or duty, but out of the simple desire to keep the one he cherished safe. Every time he swore those words to Akane he realized he had been granted the highest honor of all.
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...s- sap! I'm still having a hard time getting into his mindset. >_>
Title: Failure
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: Kubotite created and owns them.
Word count: 388
Warnings: Spoilers up through about episode 20 of the anime.
Notes: Written for akinarei's F claim.
Failure
Ichigo couldn't tell how much time had passed since he'd fallen. The rain no longer beat upon him but the cold had seeped into his bones.
Cold? It's actually kinda warm...
He remembered the pain, though. It had taken his ability to move, and-
Wait, pain? Why don't I feel it anymore? he asked himself frantically, Don't tell me I'm already dead!
A split-second after Ichigo opened his eyes and sat up he realized that he wasn't hurt anymore, and also that he wasn't alone.
"So you finally woke up, huh?" His father sat a meter away, back to Ichigo. "I thought I was gonna have to pour water on you or something."
"No more water," Ichigo groused. Blinking a few times to orient himself, which proved difficult when their surroundings consisted of fog, Ichigo rasped hoarsely, "What are you doing here, old man?"
He laughed at that and turned to look at his son. "Someone had to give you the kick in the butt you need. It's about time you got moving."
Memories of Rukia's face before she disappeared entered into Ichigo's mind. He looked away and muttered, "Forget it, it's a lost cause."
"You're just going to let your little friend go?"
Ichigo's head jerked around to face his father again. "How do you..? No, it doesn't matter anymore. I lost, there ain't anything I can do about it."
"The Ichigo I know doesn't sit around moping and feeling sorry for himself," his father answered as he bent down and looked Ichigo in the eye with a disappointed expression. "He goes out and he does things. So what in the world are you sitting around here for?"
He wanted to tell his father to leave him alone so he could lick his wounds in solitude, but the more Ichigo tried to deny it the more he knew the older man was right. Rukia's last words echoed in his ears. Scratching his head in frustration, Ichigo yelled, "Dammit, why the hell did she leave?! You bet your ass I'm not gonna let them beat me down!" He stood and curled his hands into fists. "Thanks, old man."
Smiling, his father stood and watched him for a second before the world around Ichigo dissolved into sleep once more.
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Title: Love
Fandom: Harukanaru Toki no Naka de
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Mizuno Tooko and Koei own them.
Word count: 318
Notes: Written for akinarei's L claim.
Love
Now and then moments passed during which Yorihisa wondered why Akane had chosen him, but it was no easier to formulate a simple answer when he asked himself why he had fallen for her.
Even with her time as Miko finished, or perhaps because the bonds of duty no longer held him to her, Yorihisa found himself drawn toward Akane. An emotion stronger than loyalty kept him by her side, something he hadn't thought possible before he met her. Honor held a higher priority than life itself for a warrior. He had followed that belief through his training and into service, but none of it had prepared Yorihisa for love. His self-control, something he prided himself in, had eventually been overpowered by the need to take Akane into his arms and hold her.
The everyday things about her pulled at him the most: how her eyes lit up with she smiled, the faint blush that colored her cheeks when he used her given name, the gentle motions of her fingertips when they brushed over flower petals. Yorihisa felt he could watch her all day and never tire of her sometimes-graceful sometimes-awkward way of moving through life.
It was selfish, he knew, to derive such a great amount of happiness from the way his heart throbbed within his chest when he saw her, or to wish fruitlessly every now and then that he had the freedom to take her away to a place where she could be his alone. Yorihisa would no sooner desert his sworn master than deny his emotional attachment Akane, and without either he felt he would cease to exist.
Yorihisa protected her now, not out of loyalty or duty, but out of the simple desire to keep the one he cherished safe. Every time he swore those words to Akane he realized he had been granted the highest honor of all.
~ ~ ~
...s- sap! I'm still having a hard time getting into his mindset. >_>
Title: Failure
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: Kubotite created and owns them.
Word count: 388
Warnings: Spoilers up through about episode 20 of the anime.
Notes: Written for akinarei's F claim.
Failure
Ichigo couldn't tell how much time had passed since he'd fallen. The rain no longer beat upon him but the cold had seeped into his bones.
Cold? It's actually kinda warm...
He remembered the pain, though. It had taken his ability to move, and-
Wait, pain? Why don't I feel it anymore? he asked himself frantically, Don't tell me I'm already dead!
A split-second after Ichigo opened his eyes and sat up he realized that he wasn't hurt anymore, and also that he wasn't alone.
"So you finally woke up, huh?" His father sat a meter away, back to Ichigo. "I thought I was gonna have to pour water on you or something."
"No more water," Ichigo groused. Blinking a few times to orient himself, which proved difficult when their surroundings consisted of fog, Ichigo rasped hoarsely, "What are you doing here, old man?"
He laughed at that and turned to look at his son. "Someone had to give you the kick in the butt you need. It's about time you got moving."
Memories of Rukia's face before she disappeared entered into Ichigo's mind. He looked away and muttered, "Forget it, it's a lost cause."
"You're just going to let your little friend go?"
Ichigo's head jerked around to face his father again. "How do you..? No, it doesn't matter anymore. I lost, there ain't anything I can do about it."
"The Ichigo I know doesn't sit around moping and feeling sorry for himself," his father answered as he bent down and looked Ichigo in the eye with a disappointed expression. "He goes out and he does things. So what in the world are you sitting around here for?"
He wanted to tell his father to leave him alone so he could lick his wounds in solitude, but the more Ichigo tried to deny it the more he knew the older man was right. Rukia's last words echoed in his ears. Scratching his head in frustration, Ichigo yelled, "Dammit, why the hell did she leave?! You bet your ass I'm not gonna let them beat me down!" He stood and curled his hands into fists. "Thanks, old man."
Smiling, his father stood and watched him for a second before the world around Ichigo dissolved into sleep once more.
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