White Reflection (Hitsugaya/Kira)
White Reflection
(Hitsugaya/Kira)
for myojo_s_me
Reflection: Sending back, throwing back. Image, mirror, likeness. Expression. Thought, musing, idea.
Night was quiet in Las Noches, just like anything in Hueco Mundo. Time passed by silently, day and night ending without much but maybe a flicker of light. It was hard to tell whether it had passed a day or ten years.
Hitsugaya walked through the silent hallways, the tap-tap of his black shoes breaking the cold peace of the place. He was looking for something, or someone, or answers.
Turning a corner, he entered one of the lonely rooms and carefully observed the blond there.
Kira was looking out the window, observing the pale sky of dusk, or dawn. Slowly, he turned around, a careful smile gracing his lips. Had his hair grown an inch longer?
"Hitsugaya-taichou..."
"Stop, Kira..."
Toushiro walked closer, the long jacket of his uniform almost brushing against the floor. Kira blinked and turned fully to the small captain, hand properly clasped in front of himself, as if awaiting orders like a servant.
"You don't need to be so formal. At ease." Kira smiles a bit, not really knowing if it was a joke and turns back to the window as he now stands next to Hitsugaya.
"What were you looking at?"
"Nothing....Everything...."
A soft sigh escapes the blonde's lips and the white haired youth looks up, frown set on his brow.
"Sometimes.....sometimes, I wonder if I really did it on purpose...."
"What?"
"If....I came by my own will...."
Hitsugaya sighed. He'd heard those arguments before. He looked up at Kira and observed him. The arrancar uniform fit snuggly on his body, the long sleeves fit his arms tightly and perfectly, in contrast with the white hakama pants, similar to their shinigami uniform. However, Kira's uniform allowed a small cut on the chest, almost from shoulder to shoulder and wide enough to show his collarbone, again contrasting to the turtle neck of the uniform.
"Taichou?"
Oops, he must've been staring now. Hitsugaya averted his gaze to the corner of the room, refusing to meet eye contact.
"You know, I'm not a captain here."
He can hear the smile in Kira's next words. "To me, you are."
A gentle hand lands over his shoulder. Still frowning, the white-haired boy turned to Kira again.
"You're not alone, Kira. I'm here too, probably by the same reason." He takes the hand from his shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
Izuru's smile widens and he leans down, pressing his lips to the captain's. Toushiro curls a hand at the back of his neck, urging him a little closer, their hands gently intertwined now.
Soon the feel a reiatsu calling them over, Gin is looking for them. The brake the kiss and Hitsugaya has a defiant look in his eyes, challenging the fact that he is the one that looks youngest.
Kira's eyes are soft as he squeezes back Toushiro's hand, like a friend, like a mother, like a lover...
"Let's go..."
"Hai..."
ENDI really enjoyed writing this challenge. I hope you enjoyed it, thank you.
(Hitsugaya/Kira)
for myojo_s_me
Reflection: Sending back, throwing back. Image, mirror, likeness. Expression. Thought, musing, idea.
Night was quiet in Las Noches, just like anything in Hueco Mundo. Time passed by silently, day and night ending without much but maybe a flicker of light. It was hard to tell whether it had passed a day or ten years.
Hitsugaya walked through the silent hallways, the tap-tap of his black shoes breaking the cold peace of the place. He was looking for something, or someone, or answers.
Turning a corner, he entered one of the lonely rooms and carefully observed the blond there.
Kira was looking out the window, observing the pale sky of dusk, or dawn. Slowly, he turned around, a careful smile gracing his lips. Had his hair grown an inch longer?
"Hitsugaya-taichou..."
"Stop, Kira..."
Toushiro walked closer, the long jacket of his uniform almost brushing against the floor. Kira blinked and turned fully to the small captain, hand properly clasped in front of himself, as if awaiting orders like a servant.
"You don't need to be so formal. At ease." Kira smiles a bit, not really knowing if it was a joke and turns back to the window as he now stands next to Hitsugaya.
"What were you looking at?"
"Nothing....Everything...."
A soft sigh escapes the blonde's lips and the white haired youth looks up, frown set on his brow.
"Sometimes.....sometimes, I wonder if I really did it on purpose...."
"What?"
"If....I came by my own will...."
Hitsugaya sighed. He'd heard those arguments before. He looked up at Kira and observed him. The arrancar uniform fit snuggly on his body, the long sleeves fit his arms tightly and perfectly, in contrast with the white hakama pants, similar to their shinigami uniform. However, Kira's uniform allowed a small cut on the chest, almost from shoulder to shoulder and wide enough to show his collarbone, again contrasting to the turtle neck of the uniform.
"Taichou?"
Oops, he must've been staring now. Hitsugaya averted his gaze to the corner of the room, refusing to meet eye contact.
"You know, I'm not a captain here."
He can hear the smile in Kira's next words. "To me, you are."
A gentle hand lands over his shoulder. Still frowning, the white-haired boy turned to Kira again.
"You're not alone, Kira. I'm here too, probably by the same reason." He takes the hand from his shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
Izuru's smile widens and he leans down, pressing his lips to the captain's. Toushiro curls a hand at the back of his neck, urging him a little closer, their hands gently intertwined now.
Soon the feel a reiatsu calling them over, Gin is looking for them. The brake the kiss and Hitsugaya has a defiant look in his eyes, challenging the fact that he is the one that looks youngest.
Kira's eyes are soft as he squeezes back Toushiro's hand, like a friend, like a mother, like a lover...
"Let's go..."
"Hai..."
ENDI really enjoyed writing this challenge. I hope you enjoyed it, thank you.