[Drabble] - My Broken Valentine
Look who's back with another batch of drabble madness;] This time for Valentine's Day; 11 new drabbles with a romantic tone, or not, to be posted until February 14th. Two everyday and 5 on the Valentine's Day.
[Title]: My Broken Valentine
[Characters]: Kira Izuru, Madarame Ikkaku.
[Summary]: Kira wants to give Madarame a present. An appreciation gift for all the trouble he's been having with depressed Izuru. But what Ikkaku wants, comes as a surprise and rips opened old wounds.
[Word Count]: 790
[Finished]: 10.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read, cos it was sort of a last minute thing and I wanted to post it right away, and cos I have something else, bigger, for my beta-reader to work on.
[Warnings]: Spoilers for Soul Society Arc.
[Notes]: This first piece has a very unusual pairing that was brought to my attention by the doodles of my friend Chuchacz from Y!Gallery. She did a series of Kira/Madarame pics and it caught my eye, and I've been wanting to write something for them ever since. For some reason my original intents of doing a fluffy drabble failed thru with this piece, it ended up sad and very angsty. The others to come will have the fluff, the crack and all other lovely things associated with Valentine's day.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Kira Izuru paced, worriedly, the Taichou’s office of 3rd Division. He needed to come up with an idea of what to offer Madarame Ikkaku for Valentine’s Day.
The problem was it couldn’t be something typical of that day like chocolates, or sweets or flowers; those things were given to lovers, to people you were romantically interested and the point of his gift was nothing of the sort. But Madarame-san’s birthday wasn’t anytime soon and Valentine’s Day was just around the corner and he really wanted to give the bald 3rd seat something as a thank you.
A show of appreciation for all the hours Madarame-san put up with him, in his most depressed moments, when the weight of betrayal seemed to crush him; when the tunnel looked dark and endless. A thank you for all the times Madarame had cheered him up, even when it all looked hopeless and beyond recovery. The more he thought about it, the less he came up with and it was getting late, Madarame-san was probably already waiting for him at the noodle place they had planned to meet.
Izuru eyed the empty room before turning the lights off, a cold shiver trailed down his body as he regarded the vacant Taichou’s chair. The darkness seemed to creep back in and the pain in his soul threatened to become physical. Izuru heaved several times before steadying his breathing and fled in a hurry. It was less frequent these days but, every now and then, the despair would sink back in and he would panic.
He reached the noodle place, not really realizing how, and sat next to Ikkaku-san, whose relaxed expression turned to worry when Izuru walked in.
“Oi, what’s wrong, Kira-kun? Did something happen?”
Izuru relaxed to the sound of Ikkaku’s voice and smiled faintly at the bald shinigami, reluctantly telling the episode and feeling a bit like an idiot for panicking over such a trivial thing as an empty chair, as Ikkaku-san pointed out.
The pain subsided to a dull ache with the mixture of encouraging words, a good dressing-down from Ikkaku-san and a few tumblers of sake. It was this feeling, this everything-is-almost-alright feeling, he got from the conversations and the time spent with the shinigami from 11th Division, that he had to thank him for.
The warm sake, coursing in his veins and the tasty noodles, they’ve ordered for dinner, warming his belly, loosened his tongue and Izuru let Ikkaku know his concerns.
“I really wanna offer you something in appreciation for all you’ve done for me. I just don’t know what,” he explained, defeated. “It’s been going over and over on my mind and can’t come up with anything good to gift you with. Is there anything you want from me, Ikkaku-san?”
Ikkaku seemed surprised, eyeing Izuru and studying his face intensely before smiling openly. “There’s only one thing I want from you, Izuru.”
“Really!?”
“Mmm Hmm. Just one thing.” Ikkaku confirmed, after another helping of sake.
“What is that? Please let me know?” Kira asked, hopeful. He noticed Ikkaku looked fidgety before taking a deep breath and replying.
“A kiss!”
Izuru was perplexed. “A… a kiss!?” Of all things possible, this was one that had never crossed his mind.
“Yup, that’s the one thing I want from you.”
Izuru’s eyes filled with tears and Ikkaku-san leaned closer, pulling the sobbing Fukutaichou into a hug, rocking him slowly.
“Shhh, it’s okay. If you don’t want to, it’s fine.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…” Kira sniffled, tears still leaving his eyes. “…I didn’t think someone…for me…not again…it’s… it’s…” he couldn’t make anymore sense of how he felt, of what it meant to him that someone still cared from him, even after it all. He wasn’t worth the effort, not anymore.
Izuru could feel one of the bald shinigami’s hands ran up and down his back, his other hand grazing the cheek, soothingly; he leaned into the kind hand on his face, staring into warm eyes, unsure of how to respond and provide the requested present. He felt silly, it wasn’t like he was an inexperienced, blushing virgin. All his worries were resolved when Madarame-san leaned closer and brushed his lips against Izuru’s, the kiss tasted of sake and salty tears.
He kissed back, lightly, mimicking Madarame’s kindness, but it wasn’t enough; Izuru craved more. He parted his lips, allowing the other man’s tongue to penetrate his mouth, to scrape his palate and sweetly end the kiss.
Izuru looked at the shinigami he’d just kissed. The gentle affection in his calm eyes, hurt. Where was the psychotic grin, the meanness, the pain that allowed him to feel?
Izuru ran away. He was not worth the time, patience and care invested into him.
February2008©MarinLiliz
[Title]: My Broken Valentine
[Characters]: Kira Izuru, Madarame Ikkaku.
[Summary]: Kira wants to give Madarame a present. An appreciation gift for all the trouble he's been having with depressed Izuru. But what Ikkaku wants, comes as a surprise and rips opened old wounds.
[Word Count]: 790
[Finished]: 10.February.2008
[Beta]: Not beta-read, cos it was sort of a last minute thing and I wanted to post it right away, and cos I have something else, bigger, for my beta-reader to work on.
[Warnings]: Spoilers for Soul Society Arc.
[Notes]: This first piece has a very unusual pairing that was brought to my attention by the doodles of my friend Chuchacz from Y!Gallery. She did a series of Kira/Madarame pics and it caught my eye, and I've been wanting to write something for them ever since. For some reason my original intents of doing a fluffy drabble failed thru with this piece, it ended up sad and very angsty. The others to come will have the fluff, the crack and all other lovely things associated with Valentine's day.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters©Kubo Tite
Kira Izuru paced, worriedly, the Taichou’s office of 3rd Division. He needed to come up with an idea of what to offer Madarame Ikkaku for Valentine’s Day.
The problem was it couldn’t be something typical of that day like chocolates, or sweets or flowers; those things were given to lovers, to people you were romantically interested and the point of his gift was nothing of the sort. But Madarame-san’s birthday wasn’t anytime soon and Valentine’s Day was just around the corner and he really wanted to give the bald 3rd seat something as a thank you.
A show of appreciation for all the hours Madarame-san put up with him, in his most depressed moments, when the weight of betrayal seemed to crush him; when the tunnel looked dark and endless. A thank you for all the times Madarame had cheered him up, even when it all looked hopeless and beyond recovery. The more he thought about it, the less he came up with and it was getting late, Madarame-san was probably already waiting for him at the noodle place they had planned to meet.
Izuru eyed the empty room before turning the lights off, a cold shiver trailed down his body as he regarded the vacant Taichou’s chair. The darkness seemed to creep back in and the pain in his soul threatened to become physical. Izuru heaved several times before steadying his breathing and fled in a hurry. It was less frequent these days but, every now and then, the despair would sink back in and he would panic.
He reached the noodle place, not really realizing how, and sat next to Ikkaku-san, whose relaxed expression turned to worry when Izuru walked in.
“Oi, what’s wrong, Kira-kun? Did something happen?”
Izuru relaxed to the sound of Ikkaku’s voice and smiled faintly at the bald shinigami, reluctantly telling the episode and feeling a bit like an idiot for panicking over such a trivial thing as an empty chair, as Ikkaku-san pointed out.
The pain subsided to a dull ache with the mixture of encouraging words, a good dressing-down from Ikkaku-san and a few tumblers of sake. It was this feeling, this everything-is-almost-alright feeling, he got from the conversations and the time spent with the shinigami from 11th Division, that he had to thank him for.
The warm sake, coursing in his veins and the tasty noodles, they’ve ordered for dinner, warming his belly, loosened his tongue and Izuru let Ikkaku know his concerns.
“I really wanna offer you something in appreciation for all you’ve done for me. I just don’t know what,” he explained, defeated. “It’s been going over and over on my mind and can’t come up with anything good to gift you with. Is there anything you want from me, Ikkaku-san?”
Ikkaku seemed surprised, eyeing Izuru and studying his face intensely before smiling openly. “There’s only one thing I want from you, Izuru.”
“Really!?”
“Mmm Hmm. Just one thing.” Ikkaku confirmed, after another helping of sake.
“What is that? Please let me know?” Kira asked, hopeful. He noticed Ikkaku looked fidgety before taking a deep breath and replying.
“A kiss!”
Izuru was perplexed. “A… a kiss!?” Of all things possible, this was one that had never crossed his mind.
“Yup, that’s the one thing I want from you.”
Izuru’s eyes filled with tears and Ikkaku-san leaned closer, pulling the sobbing Fukutaichou into a hug, rocking him slowly.
“Shhh, it’s okay. If you don’t want to, it’s fine.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…” Kira sniffled, tears still leaving his eyes. “…I didn’t think someone…for me…not again…it’s… it’s…” he couldn’t make anymore sense of how he felt, of what it meant to him that someone still cared from him, even after it all. He wasn’t worth the effort, not anymore.
Izuru could feel one of the bald shinigami’s hands ran up and down his back, his other hand grazing the cheek, soothingly; he leaned into the kind hand on his face, staring into warm eyes, unsure of how to respond and provide the requested present. He felt silly, it wasn’t like he was an inexperienced, blushing virgin. All his worries were resolved when Madarame-san leaned closer and brushed his lips against Izuru’s, the kiss tasted of sake and salty tears.
He kissed back, lightly, mimicking Madarame’s kindness, but it wasn’t enough; Izuru craved more. He parted his lips, allowing the other man’s tongue to penetrate his mouth, to scrape his palate and sweetly end the kiss.
Izuru looked at the shinigami he’d just kissed. The gentle affection in his calm eyes, hurt. Where was the psychotic grin, the meanness, the pain that allowed him to feel?
Izuru ran away. He was not worth the time, patience and care invested into him.
February2008©MarinLiliz