Bleach - Outlook 1/30
Type: Fanfiction
Series: Bleach
Title: Outlook 1
Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kubo Tite.
Notes: For 30_kisses. #9 - dash Dropped out of the comm - may rework this one day and follow the theme on my own. But as of right now - Abandoned.
“Nanao! You’re back already?” Kato Takashi deftly weaved his way through other students in order to reach her, his voice far too cheerful for anyone’s sanity that was concerned. He was carrying several large books that made his agility in the crowd rather miraculous.
“The Soul Burials went quickly,” Nanao stated, slowing her pace down and allowing her fellow sixth-year to catch up, “for the most part. Akiyama wants to have me do the reports, however, and it’s better than having him or Okuda do them. They like to play favorites.” And the favorites had been less mindful of the rules than others this time around.
“Oy! That Akiyama likes to pawn off everything on someone-”
“AHHH! Pervert!
The scream caused a hush in the hallway and students glanced warily at one another as running footsteps grew louder, along with the outraged voices.
“Who wants a kiss from this handsome man? Do you? Kiss, kiss!”
“Get away from me!”
“Oh-ho-ho! You’re so heartless, pretty lady.”
People were parting in flurries of white, blue, and red cloth to make way for the figure darting down the hall. Nanao took a step back and nudged Takashi out of the way of what she assumed to be a rather crazed Shinigami, gathering from the black and the wide grin he was throwing at all the girls, some who blushed, others who giggled, and a few that looked outraged as he proposed to many of them, “Kiss! Gimme a kiss!”
In retrospect, Nanao should have expected his rather blunt question as he approached her, but she still found herself off guard when he called to her, “Does the lovely girl want a kiss?”
“What?” she asked scathingly.
Most people would have noted the tone of her voice and naturally taken it to mean something along the lines of ‘you can’t be serious and if you are, you had better not if you wish to stay alive’. This Shinigami proved he had no sense of self-preservation when he skidded to a halt in front of her and landed something of a smacker on her lips. Apparently, he had translated her ‘what’ into something entirely different.
It was a sloppy kiss -- making her consider the fact that he was being rejected for his technique, not his looks which were charming in a roguish manner (she would hurt herself before admitting that out loud) -- and his hand was warm against her back, as he dragged her closer. His stubble scratched roughly against her face.
“Kyouraku Shunsui, stop molesting the students!”
The Shinigami pulled away from her, a stupid grin on his face and started once more on his mad dash down the hall. “Sorry to kiss and run, beautiful girl! ”
“N-nanao?” Takashi managed to stutter out as a Shinigami with pale hair rushed past them in chase of the other one. He stumbled against her and she caught the book that slid off the top of the pile he held. “K-Kyouraku Shunsui is the 4th seat in the 8th Division.”
Nanao‘s hand clenched down on the book she held. Imagined what it would sound like if it happened to hit Kyouraku Shunsui‘s head. “It’s no wonder that officers have a high mortality rate if they’re anything like him.”
Takashi gave her a clueless look.
Series: Bleach
Title: Outlook 1
Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Disclaimer: Belongs to Kubo Tite.
Notes: For 30_kisses. #9 - dash Dropped out of the comm - may rework this one day and follow the theme on my own. But as of right now - Abandoned.
“Nanao! You’re back already?” Kato Takashi deftly weaved his way through other students in order to reach her, his voice far too cheerful for anyone’s sanity that was concerned. He was carrying several large books that made his agility in the crowd rather miraculous.
“The Soul Burials went quickly,” Nanao stated, slowing her pace down and allowing her fellow sixth-year to catch up, “for the most part. Akiyama wants to have me do the reports, however, and it’s better than having him or Okuda do them. They like to play favorites.” And the favorites had been less mindful of the rules than others this time around.
“Oy! That Akiyama likes to pawn off everything on someone-”
“AHHH! Pervert!
The scream caused a hush in the hallway and students glanced warily at one another as running footsteps grew louder, along with the outraged voices.
“Who wants a kiss from this handsome man? Do you? Kiss, kiss!”
“Get away from me!”
“Oh-ho-ho! You’re so heartless, pretty lady.”
People were parting in flurries of white, blue, and red cloth to make way for the figure darting down the hall. Nanao took a step back and nudged Takashi out of the way of what she assumed to be a rather crazed Shinigami, gathering from the black and the wide grin he was throwing at all the girls, some who blushed, others who giggled, and a few that looked outraged as he proposed to many of them, “Kiss! Gimme a kiss!”
In retrospect, Nanao should have expected his rather blunt question as he approached her, but she still found herself off guard when he called to her, “Does the lovely girl want a kiss?”
“What?” she asked scathingly.
Most people would have noted the tone of her voice and naturally taken it to mean something along the lines of ‘you can’t be serious and if you are, you had better not if you wish to stay alive’. This Shinigami proved he had no sense of self-preservation when he skidded to a halt in front of her and landed something of a smacker on her lips. Apparently, he had translated her ‘what’ into something entirely different.
It was a sloppy kiss -- making her consider the fact that he was being rejected for his technique, not his looks which were charming in a roguish manner (she would hurt herself before admitting that out loud) -- and his hand was warm against her back, as he dragged her closer. His stubble scratched roughly against her face.
“Kyouraku Shunsui, stop molesting the students!”
The Shinigami pulled away from her, a stupid grin on his face and started once more on his mad dash down the hall. “Sorry to kiss and run, beautiful girl! ”
“N-nanao?” Takashi managed to stutter out as a Shinigami with pale hair rushed past them in chase of the other one. He stumbled against her and she caught the book that slid off the top of the pile he held. “K-Kyouraku Shunsui is the 4th seat in the 8th Division.”
Nanao‘s hand clenched down on the book she held. Imagined what it would sound like if it happened to hit Kyouraku Shunsui‘s head. “It’s no wonder that officers have a high mortality rate if they’re anything like him.”
Takashi gave her a clueless look.