Bleach Drabble (341-342)
YAY Byakuya's birthday fic is written! I think. It doesn't really involve birthdays, but he's the main character anyway, so yeah. Here we are.
341.
Title: A Simple Revival
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Byakuya, Yoruichi
Word Count: 600 (wow, lucky!)
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc
Summary: Companion drabble to #335 (Simplicity’s End)- Reliving the past.
Dedication: fanartist- she pretty much owns anything that has anything to do with Byakuya-bo in my work, I think. ^^y
A/N: A fic for Byakuya’s birthday (sort of), hopefully I got the date right. O.o
He’s in his hospital bed the night before he’s scheduled for release when he hears a rapping on his window, and blinking, he gets up and opens it, peering out.
She’s standing under it, smiling up at him like they both haven’t aged a hundred years since he’s last seen her.
“Yo, Byakuya-bo,” she greets, just like she used to when they were young.
He blinks down at her.
Remembers challenging her on the bridge.
As enemies.
“What do you want?” he asks, not letting his surprise at seeing her here show in his voice.
She frowns at him. “Che, that poker face has only gotten better, I see.”
“It’s late,” he tells her, politely. It is.
The grin is back then, and suddenly she’s perched on the window sill in front of him, causing him to take a step back. “You’re so cold,” she sighs, looking at him intently.
“Do you really hate me so much?”
He wants to say yes so that she’ll leave him alone, because she reminds him of who he used to be, who he can’t be anymore. He closes his eyes. “No.”
“Then you’re just sore at me, eh?”
He wants to say no to that too, because if he says yes, he’ll sound like he’s the same know-nothing kid he was back when he’d first met her. He’ll be fifteen years old again. “Yes.”
She smiles at that, and it’s more sad than anything else. “Sorry, kiddo.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” he responds dryly.
“It has been a while, eh?” she poses, sitting herself down gracefully. “For what it’s worth, I had to go.”
“I figured.” He studies her in the dark then, and thinks that time hasn’t changed her all that much from the her of his memories. “You’re not really sorry, though.”
“No, I’m not.”
He knows that already anyway. “Why are you here?”
“To see you,” she replies easily. “Is that so wrong?”
He wants to say yes, because she makes him feel something like joy again, just by being here, just by sitting there on his windowsill and knowing every single thing that’s going through his head even before he says it. “No,” he murmurs. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Her smile turns genuine then, and she reaches out and ruffles his hair, like she used to do in their secret meeting place inside the Kuchiki family gardens.
He reflexively shrugs out from under the intrusive touch, and she laughs at him as he tries to get his hair in order.
“Hey…” she starts after he can see again.
“What?”
“How’re you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
Mischievous, she gets onto her feet, crouching in the window. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Great.”
And then she’s darting forward, pinching his nose between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. “Tag,” she declares. “You’re it.”
One blink later and she’s gone again, out the window in a flash of lightning.
Her laughter follows her out of the room and for a moment, he does nothing but stare after her.
And then he smiles.
He makes sure the door to his room is locked before he follows her out.
It’s been a hundred years and he’s worked hard on his speed throughout every single one of them, always ready for the day when he’d get to chase after her again.
He pursues her through the quiet streets of seireitei as fast as he can, and as he finds himself unexpectedly echoing her sounds of laughter with his own, he is pleased to discover that even after all this time, he hasn’t forgotten how to play.
END
342.
Title: Foursome
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IkkakuxKira, ShuuxYumi
Word Count: 368
Warning/s: OOCness and CRACK.
Summary: Our couples try something new.
Dedication: sw_inku- hope you’re feeling better!
A/N: I honestly don’t know where the idea for this came from. Except that YumixKira would be kind of beautiful. ^^y
“I dunno if I like the idea of this,” Ikkaku starts hesitantly, the bald death god in the middle of dropping his pants.
Shuuhei rolls his eyes at the other man. “For the last goddamn time, I’m not gonna ogle,” he insists, removing his shirt.
Ikkaku snorts at that. “Yeah well, you say this before you lay eyes on Kira. But I’m tellin’ ya, one look at the guy all hot’n sweaty and even you won’t be able to keep from staring.”
Hisagi is skeptical about Ikkaku’s wild accusations “Yumi’s in on it too, I don’t see why ya gotta get all worked up. Besides, you agreed to this already, asshole, so quit complainin’.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just warnin’ ya.”
Shuuhei frowns. “Well, you too. No ogling.”
Ikkaku scoffs. “What, Yumi? Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t already seen,” he assures the other death god. “No new ground there, lemme tell ya.”
Shuuhei glares. “You better not be saying what I think you are.”
Ikkaku grins. “You ain’t never gonna know…”
Shuuhei wants to slug him. “Now I’m not sure about this whole thing either.”
Madarame sneers. “Just be a man and take off yer goddamn pants, wouldja Hisagi? The boys’re waitin’.”
Glaring at each other, the two shinigami head outside into the steam.
And both pause long enough from their glower-fest when they lay eyes on Yumichika and Izuru, who are already in the hot spring and happily getting all friendly with one another in the water, the two of them cleaning each other’s backs.
It’s like they don’t even need their lovers.
“Mmm, you’re skin is so pale, Kira-kun…”
“And yours is so smooth, Ayasekawa-san…”
Shuuhei and Ikkaku both feel it as their noses simultaneously erupt into a pair of massive, bloody messes.
Sputtering, they manage to limp back into the changing station by holding each other up. Shuuhei searches for something to stop the bleeding.
“Holy shit,” Ikkaku gasps, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand.
“Yeah,” Hisagi agrees, dumbly handing Ikkaku a few sheets of toilet paper.
“That was…”
“Hot. Yeah.”
They look at each other then, and both decide that maybe this double-date vacation thing hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
END
Edits please!
341.
Title: A Simple Revival
Rating: G
Pairing/Character/s: Byakuya, Yoruichi
Word Count: 600 (wow, lucky!)
Warning/s: Spoilers for the SS arc
Summary: Companion drabble to #335 (Simplicity’s End)- Reliving the past.
Dedication: fanartist- she pretty much owns anything that has anything to do with Byakuya-bo in my work, I think. ^^y
A/N: A fic for Byakuya’s birthday (sort of), hopefully I got the date right. O.o
He’s in his hospital bed the night before he’s scheduled for release when he hears a rapping on his window, and blinking, he gets up and opens it, peering out.
She’s standing under it, smiling up at him like they both haven’t aged a hundred years since he’s last seen her.
“Yo, Byakuya-bo,” she greets, just like she used to when they were young.
He blinks down at her.
Remembers challenging her on the bridge.
As enemies.
“What do you want?” he asks, not letting his surprise at seeing her here show in his voice.
She frowns at him. “Che, that poker face has only gotten better, I see.”
“It’s late,” he tells her, politely. It is.
The grin is back then, and suddenly she’s perched on the window sill in front of him, causing him to take a step back. “You’re so cold,” she sighs, looking at him intently.
“Do you really hate me so much?”
He wants to say yes so that she’ll leave him alone, because she reminds him of who he used to be, who he can’t be anymore. He closes his eyes. “No.”
“Then you’re just sore at me, eh?”
He wants to say no to that too, because if he says yes, he’ll sound like he’s the same know-nothing kid he was back when he’d first met her. He’ll be fifteen years old again. “Yes.”
She smiles at that, and it’s more sad than anything else. “Sorry, kiddo.”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” he responds dryly.
“It has been a while, eh?” she poses, sitting herself down gracefully. “For what it’s worth, I had to go.”
“I figured.” He studies her in the dark then, and thinks that time hasn’t changed her all that much from the her of his memories. “You’re not really sorry, though.”
“No, I’m not.”
He knows that already anyway. “Why are you here?”
“To see you,” she replies easily. “Is that so wrong?”
He wants to say yes, because she makes him feel something like joy again, just by being here, just by sitting there on his windowsill and knowing every single thing that’s going through his head even before he says it. “No,” he murmurs. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Her smile turns genuine then, and she reaches out and ruffles his hair, like she used to do in their secret meeting place inside the Kuchiki family gardens.
He reflexively shrugs out from under the intrusive touch, and she laughs at him as he tries to get his hair in order.
“Hey…” she starts after he can see again.
“What?”
“How’re you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
Mischievous, she gets onto her feet, crouching in the window. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Great.”
And then she’s darting forward, pinching his nose between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. “Tag,” she declares. “You’re it.”
One blink later and she’s gone again, out the window in a flash of lightning.
Her laughter follows her out of the room and for a moment, he does nothing but stare after her.
And then he smiles.
He makes sure the door to his room is locked before he follows her out.
It’s been a hundred years and he’s worked hard on his speed throughout every single one of them, always ready for the day when he’d get to chase after her again.
He pursues her through the quiet streets of seireitei as fast as he can, and as he finds himself unexpectedly echoing her sounds of laughter with his own, he is pleased to discover that even after all this time, he hasn’t forgotten how to play.
END
342.
Title: Foursome
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: IkkakuxKira, ShuuxYumi
Word Count: 368
Warning/s: OOCness and CRACK.
Summary: Our couples try something new.
Dedication: sw_inku- hope you’re feeling better!
A/N: I honestly don’t know where the idea for this came from. Except that YumixKira would be kind of beautiful. ^^y
“I dunno if I like the idea of this,” Ikkaku starts hesitantly, the bald death god in the middle of dropping his pants.
Shuuhei rolls his eyes at the other man. “For the last goddamn time, I’m not gonna ogle,” he insists, removing his shirt.
Ikkaku snorts at that. “Yeah well, you say this before you lay eyes on Kira. But I’m tellin’ ya, one look at the guy all hot’n sweaty and even you won’t be able to keep from staring.”
Hisagi is skeptical about Ikkaku’s wild accusations “Yumi’s in on it too, I don’t see why ya gotta get all worked up. Besides, you agreed to this already, asshole, so quit complainin’.”
“Yeah, well, I’m just warnin’ ya.”
Shuuhei frowns. “Well, you too. No ogling.”
Ikkaku scoffs. “What, Yumi? Ain’t nothin’ I haven’t already seen,” he assures the other death god. “No new ground there, lemme tell ya.”
Shuuhei glares. “You better not be saying what I think you are.”
Ikkaku grins. “You ain’t never gonna know…”
Shuuhei wants to slug him. “Now I’m not sure about this whole thing either.”
Madarame sneers. “Just be a man and take off yer goddamn pants, wouldja Hisagi? The boys’re waitin’.”
Glaring at each other, the two shinigami head outside into the steam.
And both pause long enough from their glower-fest when they lay eyes on Yumichika and Izuru, who are already in the hot spring and happily getting all friendly with one another in the water, the two of them cleaning each other’s backs.
It’s like they don’t even need their lovers.
“Mmm, you’re skin is so pale, Kira-kun…”
“And yours is so smooth, Ayasekawa-san…”
Shuuhei and Ikkaku both feel it as their noses simultaneously erupt into a pair of massive, bloody messes.
Sputtering, they manage to limp back into the changing station by holding each other up. Shuuhei searches for something to stop the bleeding.
“Holy shit,” Ikkaku gasps, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand.
“Yeah,” Hisagi agrees, dumbly handing Ikkaku a few sheets of toilet paper.
“That was…”
“Hot. Yeah.”
They look at each other then, and both decide that maybe this double-date vacation thing hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
END
Edits please!