Fic: Rush, Thrill, Exhilaration. Hisagi/Kira.
Bree: Antha, are you trying to kill me with an overload of fluff, sap, and all that mush you love so much?
Antha: Would you rather I kill you with an overload of my crappy angst?
Bree: . . .
Antha: Yeah, that's what I thought. Unf.
The happiest of birthdays to dear calm_isolation! ILU and you better know it!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Rush, Thrill, Exhilaration
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei x Kira
Notes/Warnings: Written for THE AWESOME AS HELL calm_isolation BECAUSE SHE IS THE BEST, OKAY?! ...and for theme #9: Rush, Thrill, Exhiliration @ 30_romances and theme #4: sunset @ 7snogs. Short. Pointless. What? It's me.
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. >:)
Izuru shot through the trees, his heart hammering in his chest; a burst of blue, white and gold against lush greenery awash with deep orange light and violet shadows from the setting sun. Leaves rustled and branches dipped slightly where his feet touched them, the only sign that he was there at all, flitting from one tree to the next; an imperceptible blur. The last of the sun’s rays beamed down from the gaps in the branches of the trees, reflecting off his blond hair, and Izuru’s blue eyes watched his own shadow dart across the forest floor as silently as he zipped through the leaves above.
Then suddenly the forest was gone and the scenery changed from the green of the foliage to the wood and stone of small houses and streets of Rokungai, bustling with activity as people made their way home. Wild, exuberant laughter pealed from his lips and was immediately snatched away by the rush of wind.
He had never felt such freedom in his life!
The rush. The thrill. The exhilaration!
Faster, he told himself. Faster!
Ahead of him loomed the tallest building in the district, a spire of white rock that thrust up towards the red-orange sky. The building was large but it tapered off towards the top, the tip a mere 10 feet in diameter. He could make it!
Izuru counted off the seconds as he quickly came upon the structure’s lengthy shadow. At the last possible moment he pushed off a nearby roof and soared, focusing on the center of the tip of the spire until everything that surrounded it blurred in the periphery of his vision.
Time slowed down and he saw his goal come within reach, saw his own shadow grow larger on top of the white stone of the building’s tip…
And then he was falling rapidly and gaining speed, the tip of the spire where he meant to land growing smaller and smaller as he fell farther and farther away from it, the sun glaring down at him even as it slowly disappeared behind the structure and into the west horizon. His brows drew together in a frown of disappointment as he continued to fall in an almost straight drop.
Almost had it, he thought to himself as the rush of air around him became deafening. Everything became a red-orange blur and then darkness suddenly closed in from all sides of his vision.
A moment later he pulled his face from his lover’s gi.
“That was close,” the shinigami said, storm grey eyes not on Izuru but on the spire now miles away. He was crouched low with one knee on the ground, the blond safely ensconced in his arms.
Izuru blinked once at the distance they had traveled in only the briefest of instants and huffed. “I almost had it, Shuu.”
Hisagi Shuuhei turned his gaze from the city to the student’s face and gave him a lopsided grin. “You missed it by a mile,” he joked. Shadows played across his handsome face but they could not hide the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “But I guess it isn’t bad considering you’re still in your second year.” His grin grew wider when Izuru’s blue eyes flashed in indignation. “Not bad,” he repeated, pulling them both up to stand on their feet.
Izuru swayed on the spot a little, the remnants of adrenaline still in his system disorienting him. Shuuhei quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. “Not bad at all.”
Izuru rolled his eyes but let the shinigami pull him closer to his side. “I learn from the best,” he said simply, leaning his head on the brunette’s shoulder.
Shuuhei moved and took his chin in one hand to press a firm kiss on the blond’s lips. “Yeah, you do,” he said smugly when he pulled back, his thumb tracing Izuru’s lips lightly and admiring the pale skin that seemed to glow even in the sunset. The young student sighed happily and sidled closer to his former senpai to wrap his arms around him and pull him down for another kiss.
Above them the sky was afire with a dazzling myriad of colours as the sun silently inched lower and lower, giving way to the stars.
Neither of them gave it a second glance.
I ♥ you, calm_isolation!
OMAKE
Half an hour later Renji appeared, missing the patch of dirt he was aiming for by a good 3 meters and skidding to a stop on his stomach at the couple’s bare feet.
The two scrambled for their clothes and, once decent, stared agape at the dust cloud that was their friend.
The redhead lifted his head and gave them a murderous glare.
“Shunpo fucking sucks,” he said plainly and spat out a mouthful of dirt.
END.
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Antha: Would you rather I kill you with an overload of my crappy angst?
Bree: . . .
Antha: Yeah, that's what I thought. Unf.
The happiest of birthdays to dear calm_isolation! ILU and you better know it!!!!!!!!!!!
Title: Rush, Thrill, Exhilaration
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei x Kira
Notes/Warnings: Written for THE AWESOME AS HELL calm_isolation BECAUSE SHE IS THE BEST, OKAY?! ...and for theme #9: Rush, Thrill, Exhiliration @ 30_romances and theme #4: sunset @ 7snogs. Short. Pointless. What? It's me.
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. >:)
Izuru shot through the trees, his heart hammering in his chest; a burst of blue, white and gold against lush greenery awash with deep orange light and violet shadows from the setting sun. Leaves rustled and branches dipped slightly where his feet touched them, the only sign that he was there at all, flitting from one tree to the next; an imperceptible blur. The last of the sun’s rays beamed down from the gaps in the branches of the trees, reflecting off his blond hair, and Izuru’s blue eyes watched his own shadow dart across the forest floor as silently as he zipped through the leaves above.
Then suddenly the forest was gone and the scenery changed from the green of the foliage to the wood and stone of small houses and streets of Rokungai, bustling with activity as people made their way home. Wild, exuberant laughter pealed from his lips and was immediately snatched away by the rush of wind.
He had never felt such freedom in his life!
The rush. The thrill. The exhilaration!
Faster, he told himself. Faster!
Ahead of him loomed the tallest building in the district, a spire of white rock that thrust up towards the red-orange sky. The building was large but it tapered off towards the top, the tip a mere 10 feet in diameter. He could make it!
Izuru counted off the seconds as he quickly came upon the structure’s lengthy shadow. At the last possible moment he pushed off a nearby roof and soared, focusing on the center of the tip of the spire until everything that surrounded it blurred in the periphery of his vision.
Time slowed down and he saw his goal come within reach, saw his own shadow grow larger on top of the white stone of the building’s tip…
And then he was falling rapidly and gaining speed, the tip of the spire where he meant to land growing smaller and smaller as he fell farther and farther away from it, the sun glaring down at him even as it slowly disappeared behind the structure and into the west horizon. His brows drew together in a frown of disappointment as he continued to fall in an almost straight drop.
Almost had it, he thought to himself as the rush of air around him became deafening. Everything became a red-orange blur and then darkness suddenly closed in from all sides of his vision.
A moment later he pulled his face from his lover’s gi.
“That was close,” the shinigami said, storm grey eyes not on Izuru but on the spire now miles away. He was crouched low with one knee on the ground, the blond safely ensconced in his arms.
Izuru blinked once at the distance they had traveled in only the briefest of instants and huffed. “I almost had it, Shuu.”
Hisagi Shuuhei turned his gaze from the city to the student’s face and gave him a lopsided grin. “You missed it by a mile,” he joked. Shadows played across his handsome face but they could not hide the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “But I guess it isn’t bad considering you’re still in your second year.” His grin grew wider when Izuru’s blue eyes flashed in indignation. “Not bad,” he repeated, pulling them both up to stand on their feet.
Izuru swayed on the spot a little, the remnants of adrenaline still in his system disorienting him. Shuuhei quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him close. “Not bad at all.”
Izuru rolled his eyes but let the shinigami pull him closer to his side. “I learn from the best,” he said simply, leaning his head on the brunette’s shoulder.
Shuuhei moved and took his chin in one hand to press a firm kiss on the blond’s lips. “Yeah, you do,” he said smugly when he pulled back, his thumb tracing Izuru’s lips lightly and admiring the pale skin that seemed to glow even in the sunset. The young student sighed happily and sidled closer to his former senpai to wrap his arms around him and pull him down for another kiss.
Above them the sky was afire with a dazzling myriad of colours as the sun silently inched lower and lower, giving way to the stars.
Neither of them gave it a second glance.
I ♥ you, calm_isolation!
OMAKE
Half an hour later Renji appeared, missing the patch of dirt he was aiming for by a good 3 meters and skidding to a stop on his stomach at the couple’s bare feet.
The two scrambled for their clothes and, once decent, stared agape at the dust cloud that was their friend.
The redhead lifted his head and gave them a murderous glare.
“Shunpo fucking sucks,” he said plainly and spat out a mouthful of dirt.
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: 30_romances, all_for_bleach, asterisk_plus, bleach_yaoi, kurosaki_clinic and shuukira.