Fic: Stop the World. Hisagi/Kira.
Title: Stop the World
Author: winteraconite
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei+Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: ANGST LIKE WHOA. Hisagi's POV. Written in response to Bleach Chapter 392 (Why, KT?! WHY?!) and for Theme #008: Liar @ 50scenes. This fic is parallel to ceestar's Re: 392. SPOILERS for Chapter 392.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot. >:)
Something’s wrong. Something’s very, very wrong.
“Hey, Kira!” I heard Iba yell. “Act a little happier, why don’t ya? You’ve got that same old fretful look on your face!”
I turned at the sound of their voices in time to see Kira nod and stammer a “r-right” with a small smile. There isn’t even a scratch on him, I noted. Good. But he was pale and he looked exhausted. When he turned away from Iba our eyes met and I could see just how tired he was. Yet when he saw me his eyebrows drew together in concern. I looked like shit, I know-I sure as hell felt like it-but I shook my head when he made to come to me. Not right now, I told him silently. The others need you more.
He understood.
Above us, the Captains were gathered around Aizen and Captain Hitsugaya, the traitor standing stock-still with Hyourinmaru jutting out of his chest. I could see blood bubbling out of his mouth to trickle down his chin, those cold brown eyes glazing over as the light in them faded away. It was an awful sight, but I was glad to see it. It was over. It was finally over. And yet...
“Hinamori-kun!” My attention was quickly diverted when I heard Kira’s distressed cry. Hinamori was up, staggering toward the captains-toward her captain-and Iba and Kira were trying to stop her. Good idea. I would have helped if I could move. Don’t let her see him, I wanted to shout. The image of my own dying Captain was still too fresh in my mind and I knew I would never forget the sight. She wouldn’t be able to handle it. Don’t let her see him like that!
And then she stopped.
I felt the fine hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end and I automatically gripped Kazeshini’s hilt, the slight effort almost making me see stars as it jostled my wounds. Something’s not right, my instincts told me. The others must have felt it, too, because that Kurosaki kid was yelling something up there and Kira and Iba started to run faster toward Hinamori...
...only it wasn’t her.
Kira stopped in his tracks and looked back-he looked back at me, the idiot-and I couldn’t even shout out a warning. It all happened too fast. One moment my friends were there-Iba and Kira calling out to the 5th Division Vice-Captain, Kira looking back at me with wide, frightened eyes-and the next, they were gone. They were down.
Because it wasn’t Hinamori. It was Aizen.
And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even call out their names. When I looked up I saw Hinamori-the real Hinamori-with Captain Hitsugaya’s zanpakutou protruding from her chest. It was her mouth blood was bubbling out of, her brown eyes glazing over. We had all been deceived.
Again.
I looked away. I heard something shatter in the air like glass breaking into a million irreparable shards. Someone let out a deafening scream, I couldn’t tell who, but I didn’t really care because Aizen was standing twenty feet in front of me and at his feet were my friends, silent and unmoving.
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Then Aizen looked at me. He looked at me and smiled before disappearing in a blur and it was only then that I could move again, only then that I started to run, ignoring the pain that flared up with every movement as I skidded to a halt beside my fallen comrades.
“Iba-san! Kira!” Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead. I touched Iba’s shoulder and he groaned and tried to get up but I pushed him back down. He was losing a lot of blood and I couldn’t heal him while Kira...Kira lay unmoving. His eyes stayed close. Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.
A hand closed around my wrist, squeezing hard, and Iba pushed me away from him, pushed me toward Kira with a hard, determined glint in his eye. I didn’t hesitate. I looked Kira over and immediately felt the burn of tears in my eyes. “Damn it,” I cursed. This was a pain I couldn’t endure. “God damn it, Kira, wake up.”
Above us, I heard pained shouts and angry cries. There were flashes of kidou and the clash of steel against steel. Reiatsu raged around us as two colossal forces crashed into each other in waves, and there I was right in the middle of it, caught between hoping Kurosaki would win-that we would win-and not giving a rat’s ass either way because really...what did it matter anymore?
Then I felt movement underneath my hands and I tore my eyes from the blood pooling around Kira's body to look at his face just as he opened his eyes. Neither of us said a word for a few agonizing moments and then he coughed and spat out blood, shuddering and gasping for breath. He was going pale. I grabbed his hand and squeezed with all my might. He said my name.
“Stay with me, Kira,” I ordered, grabbing his other hand and holding them together in mine. Kira closed his eyes, hissing in pain, and a few tears trickled down the sides of his face. But I wouldn’t let go, not even to wipe the tears away. Beside us Iba struggled to get up again but failed and sank back to the ground. My heart was pounding so hard, my blood rushing through my veins so fast--I thought I would black out. The reiatsu around us escalated to dizzying levels and I closed my eyes, for how long I didn’t know, hoping that we could all make it out of this somehow, that we could all go back home in one piece.
I opened my eyes.
Iba was quiet and motionless on the ground, but Kira was looking at me solemnly. His lips were white and his breath came out in shallow gasps.
“Senpai,” he whispered brokenly.
Holding his gaze, I gave his hands (I still hadn’t let go) a tender squeeze and smiled.
“It’s gonna be all right,” I told him.
“It’s gonna be all right,” I lied.
END.
A/N: God damn it, Kubo! This close to Valentine's Day, too! *WEEPS*
Author: winteraconite
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei+Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: ANGST LIKE WHOA. Hisagi's POV. Written in response to Bleach Chapter 392 (Why, KT?! WHY?!) and for Theme #008: Liar @ 50scenes. This fic is parallel to ceestar's Re: 392. SPOILERS for Chapter 392.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. A lot. >:)
Something’s wrong. Something’s very, very wrong.
“Hey, Kira!” I heard Iba yell. “Act a little happier, why don’t ya? You’ve got that same old fretful look on your face!”
I turned at the sound of their voices in time to see Kira nod and stammer a “r-right” with a small smile. There isn’t even a scratch on him, I noted. Good. But he was pale and he looked exhausted. When he turned away from Iba our eyes met and I could see just how tired he was. Yet when he saw me his eyebrows drew together in concern. I looked like shit, I know-I sure as hell felt like it-but I shook my head when he made to come to me. Not right now, I told him silently. The others need you more.
He understood.
Above us, the Captains were gathered around Aizen and Captain Hitsugaya, the traitor standing stock-still with Hyourinmaru jutting out of his chest. I could see blood bubbling out of his mouth to trickle down his chin, those cold brown eyes glazing over as the light in them faded away. It was an awful sight, but I was glad to see it. It was over. It was finally over. And yet...
“Hinamori-kun!” My attention was quickly diverted when I heard Kira’s distressed cry. Hinamori was up, staggering toward the captains-toward her captain-and Iba and Kira were trying to stop her. Good idea. I would have helped if I could move. Don’t let her see him, I wanted to shout. The image of my own dying Captain was still too fresh in my mind and I knew I would never forget the sight. She wouldn’t be able to handle it. Don’t let her see him like that!
And then she stopped.
I felt the fine hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end and I automatically gripped Kazeshini’s hilt, the slight effort almost making me see stars as it jostled my wounds. Something’s not right, my instincts told me. The others must have felt it, too, because that Kurosaki kid was yelling something up there and Kira and Iba started to run faster toward Hinamori...
...only it wasn’t her.
Kira stopped in his tracks and looked back-he looked back at me, the idiot-and I couldn’t even shout out a warning. It all happened too fast. One moment my friends were there-Iba and Kira calling out to the 5th Division Vice-Captain, Kira looking back at me with wide, frightened eyes-and the next, they were gone. They were down.
Because it wasn’t Hinamori. It was Aizen.
And I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even call out their names. When I looked up I saw Hinamori-the real Hinamori-with Captain Hitsugaya’s zanpakutou protruding from her chest. It was her mouth blood was bubbling out of, her brown eyes glazing over. We had all been deceived.
Again.
I looked away. I heard something shatter in the air like glass breaking into a million irreparable shards. Someone let out a deafening scream, I couldn’t tell who, but I didn’t really care because Aizen was standing twenty feet in front of me and at his feet were my friends, silent and unmoving.
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Then Aizen looked at me. He looked at me and smiled before disappearing in a blur and it was only then that I could move again, only then that I started to run, ignoring the pain that flared up with every movement as I skidded to a halt beside my fallen comrades.
“Iba-san! Kira!” Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead. I touched Iba’s shoulder and he groaned and tried to get up but I pushed him back down. He was losing a lot of blood and I couldn’t heal him while Kira...Kira lay unmoving. His eyes stayed close. Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.
A hand closed around my wrist, squeezing hard, and Iba pushed me away from him, pushed me toward Kira with a hard, determined glint in his eye. I didn’t hesitate. I looked Kira over and immediately felt the burn of tears in my eyes. “Damn it,” I cursed. This was a pain I couldn’t endure. “God damn it, Kira, wake up.”
Above us, I heard pained shouts and angry cries. There were flashes of kidou and the clash of steel against steel. Reiatsu raged around us as two colossal forces crashed into each other in waves, and there I was right in the middle of it, caught between hoping Kurosaki would win-that we would win-and not giving a rat’s ass either way because really...what did it matter anymore?
Then I felt movement underneath my hands and I tore my eyes from the blood pooling around Kira's body to look at his face just as he opened his eyes. Neither of us said a word for a few agonizing moments and then he coughed and spat out blood, shuddering and gasping for breath. He was going pale. I grabbed his hand and squeezed with all my might. He said my name.
“Stay with me, Kira,” I ordered, grabbing his other hand and holding them together in mine. Kira closed his eyes, hissing in pain, and a few tears trickled down the sides of his face. But I wouldn’t let go, not even to wipe the tears away. Beside us Iba struggled to get up again but failed and sank back to the ground. My heart was pounding so hard, my blood rushing through my veins so fast--I thought I would black out. The reiatsu around us escalated to dizzying levels and I closed my eyes, for how long I didn’t know, hoping that we could all make it out of this somehow, that we could all go back home in one piece.
I opened my eyes.
Iba was quiet and motionless on the ground, but Kira was looking at me solemnly. His lips were white and his breath came out in shallow gasps.
“Senpai,” he whispered brokenly.
Holding his gaze, I gave his hands (I still hadn’t let go) a tender squeeze and smiled.
“It’s gonna be all right,” I told him.
“It’s gonna be all right,” I lied.
END.
A/N: God damn it, Kubo! This close to Valentine's Day, too! *WEEPS*