Ficlet: Smile for the Camera. Hisagi/Kira
Antha says: "It's mostly just rambling and, once again, there is no plot and/or point but after the Shinigami Golden Cup for Ep 165 I just had to. I mean, how could I not?"
Title: Smile for the Camera
Rating: G
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei+Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: Inspired by the Omake from Ep 165.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
Hisagi watched Kira stomp out of Matsumoto’s office, red in the face, the ears, and the back of his neck, and slamming the door behind him.
“You know he’s never going to come near you again.” He said, amused and still imagining the younger shnigami in nothing but his fundoshi.
Matsumoto scoffed and waved him off as she waited for the printer to cough up the photos. Some of them were blurry, especially the ones of her two fellow lieutenants trying to make a run for it. Still decent, though; that was the only thought running in her head. She wasn’t worried about the impending accusations for sexual harassment one bit.
Hisagi watched her as she held up one of the photos to view it in the right light.
“Let me see, Rangiku-san.”
He grabbed the photos from her and flipped through them one by one, laughing at the one of him and Kira with the giant drums and the one of him ruffling Kira’s hair. He spent a considerable amount of time looking at the one of him and Kira in nothing but their underwear.
“Shuuhei, you…uhm…?”
“Eh?” He looked up from the photo and saw Rangiku looking at him curiously. “Oh, sorry.” He swiped at the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his hand and looked at her sheepishly. “These are great. Are these the only copies?”
Matsumoto beamed at the compliment. “I still think some of them are blurry but I think Ise can fix that up before we send them in for printing! Every woman in Seireitei is going to want a copy of this week’s issue!”
He tore his eyes away from the photo he had subconsciously gone back to looking at to gape at her. “Women? Wait, what?”
Matsumoto didn’t hear him. “And I suppose some of the men will want it, too. Ikkaku would for Kira, of course-”
Hisagi blinked at that. “Ikkaku…for Kira?”
Matsumoto ignored him. “And Yamamoto-soutaichou always gets it for the gossip but Chojiro-san would probably want it to look at Kira. Omaeda, too, of course. Tetsuzaemon actually subscribed for us when he found it we were shooting Kira and…Shuuhei?”
She eyed his friend curiously. He had gone incredibly quiet. “Shuuhei?”
The dark-haired shinigami looked at her strangely then disappeared in a flash, sending her precious unfinished paperwork up in the air.
When the paper finally settled down she was alone.
The photos and the camera were gone.
END
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Title: Smile for the Camera
Rating: G
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei+Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: Inspired by the Omake from Ep 165.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot.
Hisagi watched Kira stomp out of Matsumoto’s office, red in the face, the ears, and the back of his neck, and slamming the door behind him.
“You know he’s never going to come near you again.” He said, amused and still imagining the younger shnigami in nothing but his fundoshi.
Matsumoto scoffed and waved him off as she waited for the printer to cough up the photos. Some of them were blurry, especially the ones of her two fellow lieutenants trying to make a run for it. Still decent, though; that was the only thought running in her head. She wasn’t worried about the impending accusations for sexual harassment one bit.
Hisagi watched her as she held up one of the photos to view it in the right light.
“Let me see, Rangiku-san.”
He grabbed the photos from her and flipped through them one by one, laughing at the one of him and Kira with the giant drums and the one of him ruffling Kira’s hair. He spent a considerable amount of time looking at the one of him and Kira in nothing but their underwear.
“Shuuhei, you…uhm…?”
“Eh?” He looked up from the photo and saw Rangiku looking at him curiously. “Oh, sorry.” He swiped at the blood trickling from his nose with the back of his hand and looked at her sheepishly. “These are great. Are these the only copies?”
Matsumoto beamed at the compliment. “I still think some of them are blurry but I think Ise can fix that up before we send them in for printing! Every woman in Seireitei is going to want a copy of this week’s issue!”
He tore his eyes away from the photo he had subconsciously gone back to looking at to gape at her. “Women? Wait, what?”
Matsumoto didn’t hear him. “And I suppose some of the men will want it, too. Ikkaku would for Kira, of course-”
Hisagi blinked at that. “Ikkaku…for Kira?”
Matsumoto ignored him. “And Yamamoto-soutaichou always gets it for the gossip but Chojiro-san would probably want it to look at Kira. Omaeda, too, of course. Tetsuzaemon actually subscribed for us when he found it we were shooting Kira and…Shuuhei?”
She eyed his friend curiously. He had gone incredibly quiet. “Shuuhei?”
The dark-haired shinigami looked at her strangely then disappeared in a flash, sending her precious unfinished paperwork up in the air.
When the paper finally settled down she was alone.
The photos and the camera were gone.
END
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My Master Fic Index here.
My 30_romances Fic List here.
My 50scenes Prompt Table here.
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x-posted: all_for_bleach, asterisk_plus, bleach_yaoi, kurosaki_clinic, and shuukira.