Reunion - KenShuu
Written for 24hour_themes. Table can be found here.
Ugh, this one took forever to write and I am not even that happy with it. Sorry if this sucks, at some point I just got to the point where I was determined to finish it. Well, hope you guys at least enjoy this.
Theme: 20:00
Title: Reunion
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Findor, Hisagi Shuuhei, Muguruma Kensei, Kensei/Shuuhei
Category: Relationship - Romantic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers, violence, light BL
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Summary: Shuuhei wanted to prove he no longer needed to be saved.
He was severely exhausted and the blood draining from his wounds was failing to clot, leaving him light-headed and off balance. The shinigami barely had the strength to stand but he needed to defend the pillar at all cost - if he were to lose, Karakura Town would be in danger.
Given rational thought, Shuuhei knew he did not stand any real chance at this point. His body no longer wanted to move and when he did manage to avoid an attack, being strictly on defense now, he would cough up the blood that had settled in his lungs. Every assault was becoming more difficult to evade and his muscles were screaming in protest against any sudden jolt; though, he continued to miraculously fend off the Arrancar against his body's demands.
I can't die. Not now, not yet.
"Why are you pointlessly struggling against your fate?" Findor questioned, swinging his zanpakutou violently. "It would be easier if you just accepted what is coming."
Shuuhei brought his blade to meet with the Arrancar's, avoiding yet another injury. "Because I have a duty that must be upheld. To give up now would make me a coward and a traitor."
"Is that so? I suppose I ought to end this then, and let you die with your honor!"
There was a sudden surge in reiatsu and Shuuhei collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The pressure around him was suffocating, making him believe he was going to die at the feet of his opponent...but why was he wearing combat boots? Shuuhei was rather certain that the Arrancar did not have boots, or cargo pants, or a jersey, and he sure did not have short silver hair.
Shuuhei's eyes widened in realization - the stifling reiatsu was not from Findor but from...
"Muguruma...Kensei?" he inquired, voice hoarse from battle - he could recognize that reiatsu and arrogant stance anywhere.
The Vizard glanced over his shoulder, smirking confidently. "So I still need to protect you, eh, Hisagi Shuuhei?"
"What're you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you, so either get up and do something or crawl somewhere where you're not in my way."
"H-hai, taichou!" the shinigami called while he forced himself to stand, using his zanpakutou as support for his shaky legs. As he stood straight, he winced in pain but quickly hid it under the guise of determination - he did not want to appear weak in front of this man.
Kensei gave a short laugh at the title in which he was addressed - he had not heard that in too many years. "You forget, kid? I'm not a captain anymore. Drop the formalities and do something useful like distracting the hollow."
"Hai, tai..." Shuuhei caught himself, "Muguruma-san!"
Confident in Kensei's leadership, the brunet charged at Findor again. Once successful in occupying his attention, Kensei flash-stepped behind the Arrancar, firing spiritual energy at his most vital points and frowned upon noticing the miniscule affect it actually had - there was something strange about their opponent.
"Hisagi, stand back! He's a lot stronger than I originally thought...I'll end this at once," he ordered, repressing the slight unease he was currently experiencing, "Futtobase, Tachikaze!"
Shuuhei managed to retreat just as a strong gust of wind blew past him, shattering everything it touched. Reaching Kensei's side, he glanced at the older man in awe; the attack had directly hit Findor and Shuuhei was certain that the Arrancar had been destroyed.
"That was amazing, Muguruma-san," Shuuhei praised, fascination very evident in his eyes.
The Vizard snorted, briefly staring at the youth beside him. "Don't let your guard down, kid. This fight's not over yet."
"What do you...?"
He did not have to finish his question since the answer was very clear - a new, much stronger, reiatsu surrounded them, causing both to slightly sag under it's force.
As the debris and dust settled, a curious sight revealed itself; Findor stood amongst the rubble, completely unharmed and appearing slightly different than what they remembered. And while his physique remained relatively unchanged, he seemed to be radiating an unbelievable strength and speed that was not there before. Shuuhei, acting on instinct, moved closer to Kensei, readying his sword.
"While I'll give you credit for your attempt, did you really think that would defeat me?" The Arrancar questioned as he, too, raised his zanpakutou.
Again, Kensei smirked. "To be honest, I did."
"If you continue to underestimate me...I guarantee you'll die."
"I suppose I'll just have to get serious!"
The Vizard vanished, reappearing in front of Findor and struck him with such an immense power that it sent the Arrancar sliding back several feet. Before Findor could counter, Kensei disappeared once more and landed another blow, splaying blood on every near surface.
Findor grinned wildly, grabbing Kensei's zanpakutou. That slight advantage was all the Arrancar needed to make his counterattack and he thrust his blade through Kensei's stomach, accomplishing his goal of subduing the silver-haired man. Drawing his sword from Kensei's severely weakened body, he returned his attention to the shinigami.
"I apologize, but this battle is between us. Any interference must be destroyed."
Shuuhei froze, unable to form coherent thought let alone fight back. He did not know what to do - Kensei was defeated, Findor had become much stronger, and he could barely move from all the injuries he had obtained earlier. His eyes darted from Kensei's limp form to Findor, back again.
Surprisingly, the Vizard's head moved and Kensei forced himself to speak. "Hisagi...you have to do something or else we'll both die!"
It was true, Shuuhei knew that, yet he had no idea, no plan. What was he supposed to do? It was practically impossible to defeat Findor on his own, his opponent's power was far greater than his. He hated this feeling, being so powerless, helpless...he needed to do something. He wanted to prove he did not need to be saved anymore.
A sudden warmth engulfed him and he could feel as his reiatsu flared to something he never experienced before - the intensity of his spiritual energy was enough to crumble the ground beneath his feet. Shuuhei grinned, taking advantage of his restored stamina, and dashed towards the Arrancar with his sword held out as a shield. Their blades clashed together as Findor easily blocked Shuuhei's attack, yet the latter hastily jumped back and flash-stepped behind his opponent, striking where he was vulnerable.
Findor swung around, ready to counter but Shuuhei's speed made it impossible for him to do so. Instead, he was attacked again and every attempt he made to defend was futile. Unable to match the shinigami, Findor collapsed into a pool of crimson and glared at the figure standing above him.
"H-How," he coughed, gasping for air, "did you get so strong?"
With his sudden strength quickly draining, Shuuhei made his last assault, stabbing the hollow through his heart. "I told you...I have a duty to fulfill."
There was a stillness in the aftermath, and Shuuhei could only watch as Findor took his last, ragged breath. He did not know why, but he smiled at the man and reached down to close his blank eyes. While they may have been enemies, Shuuhei could not help but respect him.
Finally contented he completed his mission, the shinigami made his way to Kensei - the whole way forcing himself not to fall from exhaustion. Sighing in relief, Shuuhei sat next to his senpai, set aside his sword, and lifted the Vizard's head onto his lap. The silver-haired man was still breathing.
"Muguruma-san," Shuuhei spoke, gingerly stroking his cheek to provoke any sort of reaction, "Are you okay?"
Golden eyes fluttered open, causing Shuuhei's pulse to steadily increase. Unexpectedly, Kensei reached up a tired hand and ran his fingers over the younger's tattoo. "Ha, you really do wear that well...you've...gotten strong."
"Only because you inspired me. I don't think I could've won if you never came."
"Don't say that," Kensei chided, "You would've won either way...it was your power."
Kensei began to withdraw his hand, but was stopped by a firm grip. He looked into Shuuhei's dark eyes and almost immediately realized the emotion behind them.
"You don't have to stop, it feels...nice."
"Y'know, I forget you're not a kid anymore, Shuuhei," the Vizard joked, continuing to caress the younger's marked face.
Shuuhei faintly blushed and a brief silence passed over them before he added, "What time do you think it is, Muguruma-san?"
"Judging from the sky, probably twenty-hundred or so."
Another pause.
"I wonder if the others have finished by now."
"Hmm, who knows? Either way, let's just stay here."
Again, Shuuhei's face flushed. "Okay, Muguru --"
"Call me Kensei," the Vizard interrupted, "We're equals now."
"Alright...Kensei."
Ugh, this one took forever to write and I am not even that happy with it. Sorry if this sucks, at some point I just got to the point where I was determined to finish it. Well, hope you guys at least enjoy this.
Theme: 20:00
Title: Reunion
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Findor, Hisagi Shuuhei, Muguruma Kensei, Kensei/Shuuhei
Category: Relationship - Romantic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers, violence, light BL
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Summary: Shuuhei wanted to prove he no longer needed to be saved.
He was severely exhausted and the blood draining from his wounds was failing to clot, leaving him light-headed and off balance. The shinigami barely had the strength to stand but he needed to defend the pillar at all cost - if he were to lose, Karakura Town would be in danger.
Given rational thought, Shuuhei knew he did not stand any real chance at this point. His body no longer wanted to move and when he did manage to avoid an attack, being strictly on defense now, he would cough up the blood that had settled in his lungs. Every assault was becoming more difficult to evade and his muscles were screaming in protest against any sudden jolt; though, he continued to miraculously fend off the Arrancar against his body's demands.
I can't die. Not now, not yet.
"Why are you pointlessly struggling against your fate?" Findor questioned, swinging his zanpakutou violently. "It would be easier if you just accepted what is coming."
Shuuhei brought his blade to meet with the Arrancar's, avoiding yet another injury. "Because I have a duty that must be upheld. To give up now would make me a coward and a traitor."
"Is that so? I suppose I ought to end this then, and let you die with your honor!"
There was a sudden surge in reiatsu and Shuuhei collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The pressure around him was suffocating, making him believe he was going to die at the feet of his opponent...but why was he wearing combat boots? Shuuhei was rather certain that the Arrancar did not have boots, or cargo pants, or a jersey, and he sure did not have short silver hair.
Shuuhei's eyes widened in realization - the stifling reiatsu was not from Findor but from...
"Muguruma...Kensei?" he inquired, voice hoarse from battle - he could recognize that reiatsu and arrogant stance anywhere.
The Vizard glanced over his shoulder, smirking confidently. "So I still need to protect you, eh, Hisagi Shuuhei?"
"What're you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you, so either get up and do something or crawl somewhere where you're not in my way."
"H-hai, taichou!" the shinigami called while he forced himself to stand, using his zanpakutou as support for his shaky legs. As he stood straight, he winced in pain but quickly hid it under the guise of determination - he did not want to appear weak in front of this man.
Kensei gave a short laugh at the title in which he was addressed - he had not heard that in too many years. "You forget, kid? I'm not a captain anymore. Drop the formalities and do something useful like distracting the hollow."
"Hai, tai..." Shuuhei caught himself, "Muguruma-san!"
Confident in Kensei's leadership, the brunet charged at Findor again. Once successful in occupying his attention, Kensei flash-stepped behind the Arrancar, firing spiritual energy at his most vital points and frowned upon noticing the miniscule affect it actually had - there was something strange about their opponent.
"Hisagi, stand back! He's a lot stronger than I originally thought...I'll end this at once," he ordered, repressing the slight unease he was currently experiencing, "Futtobase, Tachikaze!"
Shuuhei managed to retreat just as a strong gust of wind blew past him, shattering everything it touched. Reaching Kensei's side, he glanced at the older man in awe; the attack had directly hit Findor and Shuuhei was certain that the Arrancar had been destroyed.
"That was amazing, Muguruma-san," Shuuhei praised, fascination very evident in his eyes.
The Vizard snorted, briefly staring at the youth beside him. "Don't let your guard down, kid. This fight's not over yet."
"What do you...?"
He did not have to finish his question since the answer was very clear - a new, much stronger, reiatsu surrounded them, causing both to slightly sag under it's force.
As the debris and dust settled, a curious sight revealed itself; Findor stood amongst the rubble, completely unharmed and appearing slightly different than what they remembered. And while his physique remained relatively unchanged, he seemed to be radiating an unbelievable strength and speed that was not there before. Shuuhei, acting on instinct, moved closer to Kensei, readying his sword.
"While I'll give you credit for your attempt, did you really think that would defeat me?" The Arrancar questioned as he, too, raised his zanpakutou.
Again, Kensei smirked. "To be honest, I did."
"If you continue to underestimate me...I guarantee you'll die."
"I suppose I'll just have to get serious!"
The Vizard vanished, reappearing in front of Findor and struck him with such an immense power that it sent the Arrancar sliding back several feet. Before Findor could counter, Kensei disappeared once more and landed another blow, splaying blood on every near surface.
Findor grinned wildly, grabbing Kensei's zanpakutou. That slight advantage was all the Arrancar needed to make his counterattack and he thrust his blade through Kensei's stomach, accomplishing his goal of subduing the silver-haired man. Drawing his sword from Kensei's severely weakened body, he returned his attention to the shinigami.
"I apologize, but this battle is between us. Any interference must be destroyed."
Shuuhei froze, unable to form coherent thought let alone fight back. He did not know what to do - Kensei was defeated, Findor had become much stronger, and he could barely move from all the injuries he had obtained earlier. His eyes darted from Kensei's limp form to Findor, back again.
Surprisingly, the Vizard's head moved and Kensei forced himself to speak. "Hisagi...you have to do something or else we'll both die!"
It was true, Shuuhei knew that, yet he had no idea, no plan. What was he supposed to do? It was practically impossible to defeat Findor on his own, his opponent's power was far greater than his. He hated this feeling, being so powerless, helpless...he needed to do something. He wanted to prove he did not need to be saved anymore.
A sudden warmth engulfed him and he could feel as his reiatsu flared to something he never experienced before - the intensity of his spiritual energy was enough to crumble the ground beneath his feet. Shuuhei grinned, taking advantage of his restored stamina, and dashed towards the Arrancar with his sword held out as a shield. Their blades clashed together as Findor easily blocked Shuuhei's attack, yet the latter hastily jumped back and flash-stepped behind his opponent, striking where he was vulnerable.
Findor swung around, ready to counter but Shuuhei's speed made it impossible for him to do so. Instead, he was attacked again and every attempt he made to defend was futile. Unable to match the shinigami, Findor collapsed into a pool of crimson and glared at the figure standing above him.
"H-How," he coughed, gasping for air, "did you get so strong?"
With his sudden strength quickly draining, Shuuhei made his last assault, stabbing the hollow through his heart. "I told you...I have a duty to fulfill."
There was a stillness in the aftermath, and Shuuhei could only watch as Findor took his last, ragged breath. He did not know why, but he smiled at the man and reached down to close his blank eyes. While they may have been enemies, Shuuhei could not help but respect him.
Finally contented he completed his mission, the shinigami made his way to Kensei - the whole way forcing himself not to fall from exhaustion. Sighing in relief, Shuuhei sat next to his senpai, set aside his sword, and lifted the Vizard's head onto his lap. The silver-haired man was still breathing.
"Muguruma-san," Shuuhei spoke, gingerly stroking his cheek to provoke any sort of reaction, "Are you okay?"
Golden eyes fluttered open, causing Shuuhei's pulse to steadily increase. Unexpectedly, Kensei reached up a tired hand and ran his fingers over the younger's tattoo. "Ha, you really do wear that well...you've...gotten strong."
"Only because you inspired me. I don't think I could've won if you never came."
"Don't say that," Kensei chided, "You would've won either way...it was your power."
Kensei began to withdraw his hand, but was stopped by a firm grip. He looked into Shuuhei's dark eyes and almost immediately realized the emotion behind them.
"You don't have to stop, it feels...nice."
"Y'know, I forget you're not a kid anymore, Shuuhei," the Vizard joked, continuing to caress the younger's marked face.
Shuuhei faintly blushed and a brief silence passed over them before he added, "What time do you think it is, Muguruma-san?"
"Judging from the sky, probably twenty-hundred or so."
Another pause.
"I wonder if the others have finished by now."
"Hmm, who knows? Either way, let's just stay here."
Again, Shuuhei's face flushed. "Okay, Muguru --"
"Call me Kensei," the Vizard interrupted, "We're equals now."
"Alright...Kensei."