today's offering
Busy weekend. Season One of Buffy--rewatched. Gameboy--broken, taking all 60 hours of Pokemon Emerald on that cartridge with it the minute I finally beat the Elite Four. Art project for tomorrow--done. Pirates of the Carribean--seen (squee!). Art final Wednesday--haven't even started studying. My infamous Gakuen Heaven/Twelfth Night crossover of do~o~o~o~om--worked on some. The plot thickens. Viola hits people with kendo sticks, but not nearly as many as she once did. Kazuki draws closer to figuring out the "Sebastian" he knows and loves is a girl.
The prompt for today was Ryuuken/Zaraki. I hit it with my big yellow wooden baseball bat of NO! What I got, I like pretty well. Many of the elements and lines are very cliche for the pairing as I've found them reguarly in the writing of different people, but I like them. Ugg, I cannot write Isshin dialogue. My longest story yet this summer.
Title: “No Regrets”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Isshin/Ryuuken
Rating: PG (eh... yeah)
Warning: implied sex, drunkenness
Word Count: 487
Time: all days on and off, I really can't say how long I actually spent writing it in my two minute intervals
Spoilers: Isshin's past, Ryuuken's uh... existance (honestly if the name means anything to you, then you know this)
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
Even if he had known what would happen, had known he’d loose Masaki before their fifteenth anniversary, he still would have done it. The kids were more than a tie, a noose, binding him to the human world.
If he could do it again, he’d still have done it the same. Well, he would have teased Zaraki and Soi Fong a bit more and given Yachiru and Momo more candy. And he would have been there that day in the rain. But, what’s done is done and nothing can be changed about it now.
Isshin resolved to do everything today that he might wish he had done by tomorrow.
So, he made a fool of himself at medical conferences arguing with the speaker (he was right, of course, he’d seen a tumor like that and that stupid man had never left a research lab and seen the blood when it was still connected to the person). The man sitting in front of him, who had not turned or made any signs of being alive for the previous four hours, still did not turn to look at him informed him to shut his stupid mouth.
Isshin felt a familiar surge of annoyed reiatsu when the other doctor spoke. Wait, reiatsu? Isshin grinned like, well, himself and leaned forward to tap the man’s shoulder. The man turned slightly, grudgingly.
“Hi, you’re a Quincy?”
“Former Quincy,” the man said automatically.
“Former Quincy,” he pointed at himself, “former Shinigami.”
The ex-Quincy gaped at him. Isshin continued, “Kurosaki Isshin.”
The man, whose nametag said Ishida Ryuuken, looked torn between ignoring Isshin and just walking out. The schedule had him listed as the next speaker, so he chose the former.
Isshin poked him with his pen for the next half-hour. Ryuuken spent a horrible dinner trapped between one of his hospital’s major sponsors and a babbling Kurosaki Isshin. Said ex-Shinigami had to carry him back to his own room that night, as Ryuuken was too drunk to remember what room number in the hotel was his (or to walk, for that matter).
Ryuuken woke up hung-over and naked and curled up in bed with the most annoying man in the world and regretted everything he had ever done in life that might have led him to this point. Isshin had never really gotten the hang of regretting things he had done, compared to those he hadn’t, so he really was perfectly pleased with the attractive, intelligent, if disagreeable man he found in his bed.
Ryuuken swore he’d never, ever have anything to do with him again. Isshin was not in the least bit surprised when he found the other doctor at the door of the Kurosaki Clinic three days later. He knew that there were regrets and there were regrets.
The sensible part of Isshin said “Well, the kids could use a new mother.” The rest of him had already tackled Ryuuken anyway.
The prompt for today was Ryuuken/Zaraki. I hit it with my big yellow wooden baseball bat of NO! What I got, I like pretty well. Many of the elements and lines are very cliche for the pairing as I've found them reguarly in the writing of different people, but I like them. Ugg, I cannot write Isshin dialogue. My longest story yet this summer.
Title: “No Regrets”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Isshin/Ryuuken
Rating: PG (eh... yeah)
Warning: implied sex, drunkenness
Word Count: 487
Time: all days on and off, I really can't say how long I actually spent writing it in my two minute intervals
Spoilers: Isshin's past, Ryuuken's uh... existance (honestly if the name means anything to you, then you know this)
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
Even if he had known what would happen, had known he’d loose Masaki before their fifteenth anniversary, he still would have done it. The kids were more than a tie, a noose, binding him to the human world.
If he could do it again, he’d still have done it the same. Well, he would have teased Zaraki and Soi Fong a bit more and given Yachiru and Momo more candy. And he would have been there that day in the rain. But, what’s done is done and nothing can be changed about it now.
Isshin resolved to do everything today that he might wish he had done by tomorrow.
So, he made a fool of himself at medical conferences arguing with the speaker (he was right, of course, he’d seen a tumor like that and that stupid man had never left a research lab and seen the blood when it was still connected to the person). The man sitting in front of him, who had not turned or made any signs of being alive for the previous four hours, still did not turn to look at him informed him to shut his stupid mouth.
Isshin felt a familiar surge of annoyed reiatsu when the other doctor spoke. Wait, reiatsu? Isshin grinned like, well, himself and leaned forward to tap the man’s shoulder. The man turned slightly, grudgingly.
“Hi, you’re a Quincy?”
“Former Quincy,” the man said automatically.
“Former Quincy,” he pointed at himself, “former Shinigami.”
The ex-Quincy gaped at him. Isshin continued, “Kurosaki Isshin.”
The man, whose nametag said Ishida Ryuuken, looked torn between ignoring Isshin and just walking out. The schedule had him listed as the next speaker, so he chose the former.
Isshin poked him with his pen for the next half-hour. Ryuuken spent a horrible dinner trapped between one of his hospital’s major sponsors and a babbling Kurosaki Isshin. Said ex-Shinigami had to carry him back to his own room that night, as Ryuuken was too drunk to remember what room number in the hotel was his (or to walk, for that matter).
Ryuuken woke up hung-over and naked and curled up in bed with the most annoying man in the world and regretted everything he had ever done in life that might have led him to this point. Isshin had never really gotten the hang of regretting things he had done, compared to those he hadn’t, so he really was perfectly pleased with the attractive, intelligent, if disagreeable man he found in his bed.
Ryuuken swore he’d never, ever have anything to do with him again. Isshin was not in the least bit surprised when he found the other doctor at the door of the Kurosaki Clinic three days later. He knew that there were regrets and there were regrets.
The sensible part of Isshin said “Well, the kids could use a new mother.” The rest of him had already tackled Ryuuken anyway.