Deceit, Sweet Teeth, Off track, Circumstances, A New Trend
Series: Bleach
Characters: Izuru, Momo, brief mentions of Sousuke, Gin, Renji, Yumichika, and Tetsuzaemon
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach.
Title: Deceit
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: The little butterflies always told the truth, though people seldom listened to them.
Warning: Vague spoilers for the Soul Society arc.
The little butterfly told her that he was too good to be true.
Momo had never at any point believed such a statement. Indeed, Sousuke was a saint, excelling in practically every aspect of life. He was kind, diligent, ambitious, understanding, and powerful all rolled into one. Most believed he was the 'good catch' kind - no one suspected him. Momo had no reason to accuse him of treachery, and instead took to idol worshiping until the praises and adoration were out of her control.
That nagging conscience in the deepest corner of her mind had been the right one the entire time. Everyone else had been wrong to think Sousuke was innocent.
The little butterfly told him that he was too quiet.
Izuru was one to keep everything silent lest requested by superiors. It was not at all a negative trait, but it was neither a positive quality. Orders were what guided him, and unless commands were issued to him, he was clueless and would wait until a superior commanding officer came by to tell him what to do. Gin had often commented on how he liked the fact that Izuru kept quiet unless ordered otherwise, how the boy was so prone to keeping everything buried in the back of his mind. He had thought it was a compliment.
But it was a curse. Because he had refused to inform any other superiors of the following conspiracy, everything had gone downhill.
The little butterfly was ultimately crushed by the betrayals of their captains, the tiny shreds of remaining resistance and reluctance completely shattered.
And that was when they had truly lost.
Title: Sweet Teeth
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship
Summary: They both had an odd trait in common; the love for sweets.
She had first expressed her interest in those candies when they were studying about it in class. At the mention of candy - never mind the 'soul' part that went beforehand - her eyes had brightened and her posture had straightened. He had been watching her at the time, and his brows had raised in amusement at the sight. She was just like a child, easily excited and drawn in.
Momo was genuinely surprised when a box of sweets was found on the counter of her seat. She looked around, assuming someone had merely forgotten their candy and dropped it onto her desk by coincidence. When no one made eye contact with her, she looked down at the box in confusion before noting the tag on the corner, written in neat cursive; Hinamori-kun.
He watched and grinned stupidly when a faint blush appeared on her features. She had many admirers, and tracking it back to him would be nearly impossible.
The next time he chose to give her candy, he decided to do so in person. Momo had nearly jumped several inches in the air when she realized he had been the one who sent the anonymous gift. But her shock was immediately replaced by words of appreciation in a matter of seconds, and Izuru missed seeing the worked up face she made whenever she was surprised. It was cute, to say in the least.
Then she had asked: "Where do you get these, Kira-kun? The quality of these candies are so much better than the ones sold in the tiny shops."
"I have access to other stores." It was because he was a noble that he was granted so much more freedom when it came to purchasing things - money was no issue when he was the last of his rather preservative family.
"Oh," Momo had launched into a contemplative mood before she raised a candy she was about to throw in her mouth, holding it out for him, "I want you to have this one. I'd feel so selfish if I ate them all by myself."
When she added a smile for some extra effect, he immediately took the sweet - albeit somewhat nervously out of how intimate they were being - and swallowed it whole without thinking. Granted, he had nearly choked and passed out from the obnoxious move, but Momo's laughter had been reward enough.
Title: Off track
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Summary: He never wanted to hear those dreadful accusations from her. Even if it killed him.
"For the last time, Abarai-kun; no, I'm not." Izuru sighed, shaking his head to emphasize his words as the red-head glared suspiciously at the blond.
Momo smiled reassuringly in his direction before turning to Renji. "Yeah, there's no way Kira-kun could be -"
"- Hinamori-kun, you don't have to say it." The 3rd Division lieutenant gritted, not wanting to ever hear those words come from her innocent mouth. She shouldn't have to say it.
It had been going on for days. Ever since the silly rumors had started, the gossiping was worsening with each and every precious minute that passed by. Even Renji was coming to be suspicious, so was Yumichika and Tetsuzaemon. It was horrifying and humiliating all the same, to have been talked about in such a fashion. The fact that he was the center of the rumors was not what particularly bothered him; rather, it was the contents of the talk that fazed him considerably.
He was not about to let Momo say those words. Ever -
"- but Kira-kun can't be gay!"
And he had failed.
Title: Circumstances
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Over the decades they had drifted apart, and they weren't about to come close any time soon.
He remembered when he first met her. She had been so full of life and energy, blossoming like the peach she was named after. Her eyes had gleamed and glistened with boundless ambition and kindness, a rare combination when either trait overpowered the other. But she had it all balanced. Momo was the light of the shinigami, the kind of person everyone loved and adored. The kind of person that was often used for others' sick and twisted plans.
You used to laugh and skip.
She remembered when she first stumbled into him. He had stood tall with confidence, his arrogance clearly evident one way or another. He had been able to back up the light-hearted boasts with top scores in every aspect of their lessons, but the egotistical side had never blinded him from being caring and generous. He had been the one who upheld the law with his own methods, working hard to achieve pride and honor. Izuru was the symbol of righteousness.
You used to smile and be confident.
Everything had changed.
You're always looking sad with bags under your eyes.
Your smiles are never real and doesn't mean a thing anymore.
How had the circumstances taken such a horrible turn?
Title: A New Trend
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Summary: In which Momo attempts to persuade Izuru to laugh like Don Kanonji.
"Bo-hahahaha!"
He blinked.
Momo pouted, "Come on, Kira-kun, follow along!"
He blinked again in confusion.
The girl huffed, crossing her arms across her chest in the shape of an x with her fingers curled in. "Like this. Do this, Kira-kun."
Izuru complied, nodding and slowly raising his arms to mimick the way she positioned hers. Albeit it felt strange but he did it anyway to keep her content, as she was easy to disappoint when no one joined her in what she found to be entertaining. A smile graced Momo's features when he looked at her expectantly, waiting for the next set of directions. Her arms remained where she had raised them, and she took in a huge gulp of breath before demonstrating the next step:
"Bo-hahahaha!"
And he did nothing but gawk.
"Oh, come on!" Momo insisted, readying herself for another booming laughter before Izuru lowered his arms and held them out in an effort to stop her. "What is it?"
"What... are you doing, Hinamori-kun?"
"Some thing I heard from a taiin concerning the living world. It's the trademark quote of a very famous television show!" He seriously doubted that was a quote.
The next words that spilled from her lips snapped Izuru from his daydreaming. "And I want you to do it with me."
He could have sworn his eyes had widened at the thought of it all. Him, the stiff lieutenant of the 3rd Division, doing... that?
Izuru stifled a sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Do I have to...?"
"Yes, you do!"
In truth, he would have walked away had it been someone other than Momo. But this was Momo that was asking him to do this, and there was no way in Soul Society he could refuse her anything. He wanted to continue protesting, but the gleam in her eyes told him there was no escape, and that he was doomed to laugh that ridiculous excuse for a laughter. So when he raised his arms slowly, her smile widened even more. She closed her eyes, and with a huge intake of oxygen, she was ready. He continued to stare at her.
"Bo-hahaha - h-hey, Kira-kun!"
There was no way he could do this.
Characters: Izuru, Momo, brief mentions of Sousuke, Gin, Renji, Yumichika, and Tetsuzaemon
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns Bleach.
Title: Deceit
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: The little butterflies always told the truth, though people seldom listened to them.
Warning: Vague spoilers for the Soul Society arc.
The little butterfly told her that he was too good to be true.
Momo had never at any point believed such a statement. Indeed, Sousuke was a saint, excelling in practically every aspect of life. He was kind, diligent, ambitious, understanding, and powerful all rolled into one. Most believed he was the 'good catch' kind - no one suspected him. Momo had no reason to accuse him of treachery, and instead took to idol worshiping until the praises and adoration were out of her control.
That nagging conscience in the deepest corner of her mind had been the right one the entire time. Everyone else had been wrong to think Sousuke was innocent.
The little butterfly told him that he was too quiet.
Izuru was one to keep everything silent lest requested by superiors. It was not at all a negative trait, but it was neither a positive quality. Orders were what guided him, and unless commands were issued to him, he was clueless and would wait until a superior commanding officer came by to tell him what to do. Gin had often commented on how he liked the fact that Izuru kept quiet unless ordered otherwise, how the boy was so prone to keeping everything buried in the back of his mind. He had thought it was a compliment.
But it was a curse. Because he had refused to inform any other superiors of the following conspiracy, everything had gone downhill.
The little butterfly was ultimately crushed by the betrayals of their captains, the tiny shreds of remaining resistance and reluctance completely shattered.
And that was when they had truly lost.
Title: Sweet Teeth
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship
Summary: They both had an odd trait in common; the love for sweets.
She had first expressed her interest in those candies when they were studying about it in class. At the mention of candy - never mind the 'soul' part that went beforehand - her eyes had brightened and her posture had straightened. He had been watching her at the time, and his brows had raised in amusement at the sight. She was just like a child, easily excited and drawn in.
Momo was genuinely surprised when a box of sweets was found on the counter of her seat. She looked around, assuming someone had merely forgotten their candy and dropped it onto her desk by coincidence. When no one made eye contact with her, she looked down at the box in confusion before noting the tag on the corner, written in neat cursive; Hinamori-kun.
He watched and grinned stupidly when a faint blush appeared on her features. She had many admirers, and tracking it back to him would be nearly impossible.
The next time he chose to give her candy, he decided to do so in person. Momo had nearly jumped several inches in the air when she realized he had been the one who sent the anonymous gift. But her shock was immediately replaced by words of appreciation in a matter of seconds, and Izuru missed seeing the worked up face she made whenever she was surprised. It was cute, to say in the least.
Then she had asked: "Where do you get these, Kira-kun? The quality of these candies are so much better than the ones sold in the tiny shops."
"I have access to other stores." It was because he was a noble that he was granted so much more freedom when it came to purchasing things - money was no issue when he was the last of his rather preservative family.
"Oh," Momo had launched into a contemplative mood before she raised a candy she was about to throw in her mouth, holding it out for him, "I want you to have this one. I'd feel so selfish if I ate them all by myself."
When she added a smile for some extra effect, he immediately took the sweet - albeit somewhat nervously out of how intimate they were being - and swallowed it whole without thinking. Granted, he had nearly choked and passed out from the obnoxious move, but Momo's laughter had been reward enough.
Title: Off track
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Summary: He never wanted to hear those dreadful accusations from her. Even if it killed him.
"For the last time, Abarai-kun; no, I'm not." Izuru sighed, shaking his head to emphasize his words as the red-head glared suspiciously at the blond.
Momo smiled reassuringly in his direction before turning to Renji. "Yeah, there's no way Kira-kun could be -"
"- Hinamori-kun, you don't have to say it." The 3rd Division lieutenant gritted, not wanting to ever hear those words come from her innocent mouth. She shouldn't have to say it.
It had been going on for days. Ever since the silly rumors had started, the gossiping was worsening with each and every precious minute that passed by. Even Renji was coming to be suspicious, so was Yumichika and Tetsuzaemon. It was horrifying and humiliating all the same, to have been talked about in such a fashion. The fact that he was the center of the rumors was not what particularly bothered him; rather, it was the contents of the talk that fazed him considerably.
He was not about to let Momo say those words. Ever -
"- but Kira-kun can't be gay!"
And he had failed.
Title: Circumstances
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Summary: Over the decades they had drifted apart, and they weren't about to come close any time soon.
He remembered when he first met her. She had been so full of life and energy, blossoming like the peach she was named after. Her eyes had gleamed and glistened with boundless ambition and kindness, a rare combination when either trait overpowered the other. But she had it all balanced. Momo was the light of the shinigami, the kind of person everyone loved and adored. The kind of person that was often used for others' sick and twisted plans.
You used to laugh and skip.
She remembered when she first stumbled into him. He had stood tall with confidence, his arrogance clearly evident one way or another. He had been able to back up the light-hearted boasts with top scores in every aspect of their lessons, but the egotistical side had never blinded him from being caring and generous. He had been the one who upheld the law with his own methods, working hard to achieve pride and honor. Izuru was the symbol of righteousness.
You used to smile and be confident.
Everything had changed.
You're always looking sad with bags under your eyes.
Your smiles are never real and doesn't mean a thing anymore.
How had the circumstances taken such a horrible turn?
Title: A New Trend
Rating: G
Genre: Humor
Summary: In which Momo attempts to persuade Izuru to laugh like Don Kanonji.
"Bo-hahahaha!"
He blinked.
Momo pouted, "Come on, Kira-kun, follow along!"
He blinked again in confusion.
The girl huffed, crossing her arms across her chest in the shape of an x with her fingers curled in. "Like this. Do this, Kira-kun."
Izuru complied, nodding and slowly raising his arms to mimick the way she positioned hers. Albeit it felt strange but he did it anyway to keep her content, as she was easy to disappoint when no one joined her in what she found to be entertaining. A smile graced Momo's features when he looked at her expectantly, waiting for the next set of directions. Her arms remained where she had raised them, and she took in a huge gulp of breath before demonstrating the next step:
"Bo-hahahaha!"
And he did nothing but gawk.
"Oh, come on!" Momo insisted, readying herself for another booming laughter before Izuru lowered his arms and held them out in an effort to stop her. "What is it?"
"What... are you doing, Hinamori-kun?"
"Some thing I heard from a taiin concerning the living world. It's the trademark quote of a very famous television show!" He seriously doubted that was a quote.
The next words that spilled from her lips snapped Izuru from his daydreaming. "And I want you to do it with me."
He could have sworn his eyes had widened at the thought of it all. Him, the stiff lieutenant of the 3rd Division, doing... that?
Izuru stifled a sigh, his shoulders slumping. "Do I have to...?"
"Yes, you do!"
In truth, he would have walked away had it been someone other than Momo. But this was Momo that was asking him to do this, and there was no way in Soul Society he could refuse her anything. He wanted to continue protesting, but the gleam in her eyes told him there was no escape, and that he was doomed to laugh that ridiculous excuse for a laughter. So when he raised his arms slowly, her smile widened even more. She closed her eyes, and with a huge intake of oxygen, she was ready. He continued to stare at her.
"Bo-hahaha - h-hey, Kira-kun!"
There was no way he could do this.