24 Chips - 22
Theme: 03:00
Title: Facade
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Other than the TBTP arc, mostly just language, really bc of Hiyori. And as always, I'm making up their past before the TBTP arc because we don't know about their childhood/academy days/etc.
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, or we'd see way more Vaizard love.
Summary: Part 22 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time that Hiyori ever kissed Shinji, she told herself she did it out of some momentary blip of insanity and that it wasn’t anything that was ever going to happen again.
They were training, sparring between the two of them at we hours of the morning, the other Vaizard absent for once from the downstairs part of the warehouse -- likely as much because of Hiyori's temper as the fact that it was 3AM. She knew where they were, they were upstairs, avoiding her frankly awful mood while Shinji - she was certain he must be mentally deficient to do so - stayed downstairs to bother her about it. Idiot.
He couldn’t just leave her the hell alone, he’d had to bother her all day, refusing to give her a moment’s peace when he realized that she was avoiding him. And no matter how many times she’d beaten him already, he just seemed determined NOT to get it through his head that he should stay the fuck away. But then, Shinji never did like not knowing something, so she supposed it was only to be expected that he’d annoy the hell out of her while trying to subtly provoke her into telling him whatever was on her mind.
Hopefully the sparring would distract him, especially seeing as how she’d angrily declared that it was pure hand-to-hand, no masks or kidou allowed. Just swords and hakudou and while he might have had the advantage when it came to swordsmanship - he didn’t get to be a captain for nothing - she was still lighter and quicker on her feet. A fact that she demonstrated as she pivoted out of the way, using his own momentum to send him flying.
“Will you just shut the hell up, Baldy?! It’s none of your damn business anyway!”
Shinji came flying out of the dust cloud with a hard sideways strike, driving her back amidst a flurry of profanity. Whether it was his business or not - and he felt it was, seeing as it was HIM she was avoiding - didn’t really matter. She was being more surly than usual and he wanted to know why. And if he had to drag it out of her by backing her into a corner, than so be it.
“It’s none of my business when you avoid me? How th’ hell does that work?”
Her response was another attack that pushed him back. He’d have to start fighting seriously now, or he was going to get hurt. Only… he kept getting so damned close it was throwing her off. Throwing her off because she couldn’t get his words and his kiss out of her mind. And that was what really made her so angry. Not even that he’d done it, but that she couldn’t sit there and pretend it didn’t mean anything to her because she knew for a fact that it did. And that pissed her off.
Striking back, she drove him back further before he turned the tables, pressing forward until her back was against the wall. Fuckin’ prick, pressing her like that. Well no way in hell was she gonna let him win. Pulling back a hand, she felt the reiatsu change as she drew the energy into her palm and let the bala fly at him.
Wide-eyed Shinji let go and leapt out of the way, getting back to his feet, anger showing clearly in his eyes. Hiyori wasn’t one for cheating, and that had been a cheap shot at best. Gritting his teeth he called on his own hollow, driving her back as she frantically defended until he knocked the sword free from her hands, ending with her pinned to the ground, his knees on either side of her hips, one hand on either of her wrists.
“The hell was that?! Ya said no fuckin’ masks, Hiyori! The hell is botherin’ you so much you’re gonna turn into a goddamned cheat?”
Sitting there, looming over her, a thought crossed his mind as he watched her struggle, knowing that at any moment he would probably have a knee in his groin.
“Is this about what I said th’ other day? Is that it?”
It would make sense, given the way she was acting, and his question was answered rather quickly with a sudden flush to her cheeks and the angry way she struggled even harder against him.
“Shut the fuck up, Baldy, I said it’s none of yer’ damn business and I don’t wanna hear about that!”
Before he could say or do anything else, she’d called on her hollow again, using the extra boost of strength to flip them over so he was now the one pinned to the ground, her scowling face looming over his, cheeks flushed against the freckles that spattered her cheeks. Half-expecting an imminent beating, he closed his eyes, but opened them again when the impact didn’t come, instead finding that she was still looming - in a rather compromising position, no less - over him, a strange expression on her face.
“H..Hiyori? Are you… ok?”
In a sudden quick movement, she leaned down and pressed her mouth clumsily to his for just a moment before she was gone in a flash, the door slamming behind her. Shinji just lay there for a moment, stunned into silence before his face broke into a wide grin and he stretched, folding arms behind his head and beginning to whistle a simple little tune. That was an answer he could deal with.
Title: Facade
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Other than the TBTP arc, mostly just language, really bc of Hiyori. And as always, I'm making up their past before the TBTP arc because we don't know about their childhood/academy days/etc.
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, or we'd see way more Vaizard love.
Summary: Part 22 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time that Hiyori ever kissed Shinji, she told herself she did it out of some momentary blip of insanity and that it wasn’t anything that was ever going to happen again.
They were training, sparring between the two of them at we hours of the morning, the other Vaizard absent for once from the downstairs part of the warehouse -- likely as much because of Hiyori's temper as the fact that it was 3AM. She knew where they were, they were upstairs, avoiding her frankly awful mood while Shinji - she was certain he must be mentally deficient to do so - stayed downstairs to bother her about it. Idiot.
He couldn’t just leave her the hell alone, he’d had to bother her all day, refusing to give her a moment’s peace when he realized that she was avoiding him. And no matter how many times she’d beaten him already, he just seemed determined NOT to get it through his head that he should stay the fuck away. But then, Shinji never did like not knowing something, so she supposed it was only to be expected that he’d annoy the hell out of her while trying to subtly provoke her into telling him whatever was on her mind.
Hopefully the sparring would distract him, especially seeing as how she’d angrily declared that it was pure hand-to-hand, no masks or kidou allowed. Just swords and hakudou and while he might have had the advantage when it came to swordsmanship - he didn’t get to be a captain for nothing - she was still lighter and quicker on her feet. A fact that she demonstrated as she pivoted out of the way, using his own momentum to send him flying.
“Will you just shut the hell up, Baldy?! It’s none of your damn business anyway!”
Shinji came flying out of the dust cloud with a hard sideways strike, driving her back amidst a flurry of profanity. Whether it was his business or not - and he felt it was, seeing as it was HIM she was avoiding - didn’t really matter. She was being more surly than usual and he wanted to know why. And if he had to drag it out of her by backing her into a corner, than so be it.
“It’s none of my business when you avoid me? How th’ hell does that work?”
Her response was another attack that pushed him back. He’d have to start fighting seriously now, or he was going to get hurt. Only… he kept getting so damned close it was throwing her off. Throwing her off because she couldn’t get his words and his kiss out of her mind. And that was what really made her so angry. Not even that he’d done it, but that she couldn’t sit there and pretend it didn’t mean anything to her because she knew for a fact that it did. And that pissed her off.
Striking back, she drove him back further before he turned the tables, pressing forward until her back was against the wall. Fuckin’ prick, pressing her like that. Well no way in hell was she gonna let him win. Pulling back a hand, she felt the reiatsu change as she drew the energy into her palm and let the bala fly at him.
Wide-eyed Shinji let go and leapt out of the way, getting back to his feet, anger showing clearly in his eyes. Hiyori wasn’t one for cheating, and that had been a cheap shot at best. Gritting his teeth he called on his own hollow, driving her back as she frantically defended until he knocked the sword free from her hands, ending with her pinned to the ground, his knees on either side of her hips, one hand on either of her wrists.
“The hell was that?! Ya said no fuckin’ masks, Hiyori! The hell is botherin’ you so much you’re gonna turn into a goddamned cheat?”
Sitting there, looming over her, a thought crossed his mind as he watched her struggle, knowing that at any moment he would probably have a knee in his groin.
“Is this about what I said th’ other day? Is that it?”
It would make sense, given the way she was acting, and his question was answered rather quickly with a sudden flush to her cheeks and the angry way she struggled even harder against him.
“Shut the fuck up, Baldy, I said it’s none of yer’ damn business and I don’t wanna hear about that!”
Before he could say or do anything else, she’d called on her hollow again, using the extra boost of strength to flip them over so he was now the one pinned to the ground, her scowling face looming over his, cheeks flushed against the freckles that spattered her cheeks. Half-expecting an imminent beating, he closed his eyes, but opened them again when the impact didn’t come, instead finding that she was still looming - in a rather compromising position, no less - over him, a strange expression on her face.
“H..Hiyori? Are you… ok?”
In a sudden quick movement, she leaned down and pressed her mouth clumsily to his for just a moment before she was gone in a flash, the door slamming behind her. Shinji just lay there for a moment, stunned into silence before his face broke into a wide grin and he stretched, folding arms behind his head and beginning to whistle a simple little tune. That was an answer he could deal with.