Fic: Banter. Hisagi/Kira.
Title: Banter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: To everyone in shuukira. ♥ Written for Theme #3: Banter @ 30_romances.
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. >:)
Happy Make All The Single People Feel Like Shit Valentine's Day!
Shuuhei bites his lip to keep from laughing at the sight of Kanisawa: her blue eyes flashing angrily, her cheeks flushed red, as she glares bloody murder at the much taller, much larger, Aoga. Her hands are balled into tiny little fists as she stamps her feet and yells at the top of her lungs for Aoga to just-
“Give. It. Back!” She yells angrily, loud enough for some students in the field to hear and turn to look at them. Aoga’s grin matches Shuuhei’s as he lifts Kanisawa’s zanpakutou higher in the air and farther out of her reach. Shuuhei snickers when she actually jumps up to try and reach it.
The sound of approaching footsteps comes from behind him and he turns in time to see Izuru shake his head and heave a great sigh at his two upper classmen.
“Aoga certainly has a death wish,” the blond mutters as Kanisawa grabs a fistful of the large student’s uniform and pulls his head down so they’re leveled and she can glare at him eye-to-eye. Shuuhei hums in agreement then turns away from his friends so he can look at Izuru. The blond looks at him innocently and he grins and reaches out to pull the younger student closer to his side.
In front of them Aoga dances around, surprisingly nimble for someone his size, as Kanisawa tries to kick at his shins. The blond watches the two with a bored expression, so used to their antics even after only a few months of knowing them, but Shuuhei can see the concern in his blue eyes. He slings an arm over Izuru’s shoulders. “You know he’d never hurt her,” he says soothingly but the younger student only snorts.
A small smile plays on Izuru’s lips and he says, “It’s not her I’m worried about.”
Shuuhei has to laugh.
“You’re right,” he concedes then moves his arm from the blond’s shoulders so he can place a hand on the small of his back. “Anyway,” he says, leaning in to lightly kiss the younger one’s lips. “Hello.”
“Hi,” Izuru blushes and squirms in his hold. He pulls away from Shuuhei and takes a step back.
The sixth-rounder frowns. “What?”
Izuru only looks at him oddly then clears his throat. “I was just passing by.” He takes another step back and looks at Shuuhei archly, hands clasped together behind him. Their two friends’ bickering fades into the background as the brunet focuses on the younger student, brows drawn together in silent inquiry. Then Izuru speaks.
“Please tell Hisagi Shuuhei that he really should pull those two apart. Such behavior is unseemly from well-regarded upper classmen.”
Shuuhei blinks and his jaw drops. What the hell, he thinks. He can’t still be mad that I ate the last slice of cake, can he?
Then he catches the mischievous light in the blond’s blue eyes. Something in his brain clicks and he grins. “My apologies but Hisagi can’t be bothered with it. He’s busy and…” He lets himself trail off for a moment and, clasping his own hands behind him to mimic the freshman’s stern front, slowly takes a step closer to Izuru who doesn’t move. “…he really doesn’t give a rat’s ass what the lower classmen think being the well-regarded upper classman he is.”
Izuru’s clicks his tongue against his teeth and unclasps his hands to place them on his hips. “Oh? Doesn’t he?” Blue eyes narrow and there’s a teasing little challenge in the tone of his voice that Shuuhei can’t help but take him up on.
“Nope,” he answers calmly.
“Not at all?”
“Can’t say he does.”
Izuru hums thoughtfully then turns his body away from the sixth rounder’s so that he is looking again at Aoga and Kanisawa with his arms crossed over his chest. The stray thought that Izuru would make a scary teacher or wife comes into Shuuhei’s head and he sputters when he tries to swallow his laughter. The blond catches him and raises a brow before looking away. “What then does this Hisagi Shuuhei give a…rat’s ass…about?” He asks.
Shuuhei smiles at the sound of the profanity, however mild, coming from the younger one’s lips then schools his features into the same arch expression the blond has on his face. He turns to face the same direction as Izuru and says in perfect seriousness: “He likes blonds.”
Now it’s Izuru’s turn to blink. “He likes blonds,” he repeats blankly.
Shuuhei grins. “Loves blonds.” He moves to stand behind Izuru who follows him with his eyes until he can’t see him anymore. Quickly tiring of the game he slips his arms around Izuru from behind and plays a new one. He pulls the freshman tighter against his body and nuzzles the nape of his neck.
The blond sniffs but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge the touch. Izuru continues to stare out into the field, resolute. Shuuhei sighs and rests his cheek on soft blond hair. Kanisawa now has Aoga in a headlock but the big man only grins; he can throw her off of him without breaking a sweat. Shuuhei wonders if maybe he should go there and give Kanisawa her zanpakutou back before she really gets ticked off and decides to give Aoga a slow, agonizing death. He doesn’t hear Izuru saying something until the blond’s head turns under his cheek and he pulls away enough so that they can look at each other.
“…any blond?” The blond asks in the same haughty voice that just begs for a spanking. Shuuhei suppresses the urge to give him that spanking-not in broad daylight, damn it-and pulls the slender form tighter against his, resting his cheek on Izuru’s hair once more. He makes a show of thinking hard.
“He likes them smart,” he starts slowly and watches the tips of Izuru’s ears turn red. The blond’s face is still stern though his eyes are filled with mirth. Shuuhei kisses the top of his head and goes on. “He likes them strong. He likes them sweet. Oh, and he likes it when they’re good with kidou.”
Izuru’s masks cracks a bit and this time a little smile touches his lips. “Kidou, huh?”
Shuuhei nods. “Yep, he thinks kidou is sexy. Very sexy.”
The blond shakes a little in his arms from suppressed laughter then clears his throat. “I see.” He’s not done playing yet. “What else?”
Shuuhei hums long and low. “He likes them funny; funny haha and not funny odd.” Izuru bites his lip at the old joke. “And he likes them a little shy…except in the bedroom though that works fine as well when he’s in the mood…”
Izuru makes a choked sound at his daring and flushes red at the cheeks. Shuuhei smiles and moves to rest his chin on Izuru’s shoulder. What he plans to say next isn’t something he wants other people to hear. The blond, sensing his mood, stiffens slightly in his arms. He licks his lips and starts.
“He likes them with their blush going all the way to the back of their necks…” He smiles when it does just that. “And likes them able to bend and not break. He likes them if they pounce and bite. And he likes them using shunpo into his room into the middle of the night to practice newly learnt binding spells.”
“So as you can see,” he says as he pulls away from Izuru, the perfect picture of calm and collected though his breathing is a little faster now. “Not just any blond. He likes them special.”
The blond swallows and takes a shaky breath. “He does, huh? Sounds like a nice guy.”
“He likes nice guys, too.”
Izuru laughs loudly then and turns to look at him, cheeks red and with a smile that reaches his eyes. Game over. “Likes?” He says coyly.
Shuuhei grins. “Loves.”
Izuru flushes even more and now it’s Shuuhei who laughs. Then they both duck as Kanisawa’s zanpakutou suddenly comes sailing through the air in their direction followed closely by a very large projectile which turned out to be Aoga’s body.
The petite girl steps over to all three of them and calmly collects her katana. She spots them staring at her in shock and rolls her eyes.
“What?” she snaps at them and kicks Aoga’s inert form in the rear. “Men,” she says, disgusted, and storms off to the nearest cafeteria.
END.
A/N: I just love Kanisawa. Don’t you? I'd say this could have been better but I don't know how to make it just that. Comments? Suggestions? Violent reactions? Donations (XD)? Fire away. ♥
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Notes/Warnings: To everyone in shuukira. ♥ Written for Theme #3: Banter @ 30_romances.
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. >:)
Happy Make All The Single People Feel Like Shit Valentine's Day!
Shuuhei bites his lip to keep from laughing at the sight of Kanisawa: her blue eyes flashing angrily, her cheeks flushed red, as she glares bloody murder at the much taller, much larger, Aoga. Her hands are balled into tiny little fists as she stamps her feet and yells at the top of her lungs for Aoga to just-
“Give. It. Back!” She yells angrily, loud enough for some students in the field to hear and turn to look at them. Aoga’s grin matches Shuuhei’s as he lifts Kanisawa’s zanpakutou higher in the air and farther out of her reach. Shuuhei snickers when she actually jumps up to try and reach it.
The sound of approaching footsteps comes from behind him and he turns in time to see Izuru shake his head and heave a great sigh at his two upper classmen.
“Aoga certainly has a death wish,” the blond mutters as Kanisawa grabs a fistful of the large student’s uniform and pulls his head down so they’re leveled and she can glare at him eye-to-eye. Shuuhei hums in agreement then turns away from his friends so he can look at Izuru. The blond looks at him innocently and he grins and reaches out to pull the younger student closer to his side.
In front of them Aoga dances around, surprisingly nimble for someone his size, as Kanisawa tries to kick at his shins. The blond watches the two with a bored expression, so used to their antics even after only a few months of knowing them, but Shuuhei can see the concern in his blue eyes. He slings an arm over Izuru’s shoulders. “You know he’d never hurt her,” he says soothingly but the younger student only snorts.
A small smile plays on Izuru’s lips and he says, “It’s not her I’m worried about.”
Shuuhei has to laugh.
“You’re right,” he concedes then moves his arm from the blond’s shoulders so he can place a hand on the small of his back. “Anyway,” he says, leaning in to lightly kiss the younger one’s lips. “Hello.”
“Hi,” Izuru blushes and squirms in his hold. He pulls away from Shuuhei and takes a step back.
The sixth-rounder frowns. “What?”
Izuru only looks at him oddly then clears his throat. “I was just passing by.” He takes another step back and looks at Shuuhei archly, hands clasped together behind him. Their two friends’ bickering fades into the background as the brunet focuses on the younger student, brows drawn together in silent inquiry. Then Izuru speaks.
“Please tell Hisagi Shuuhei that he really should pull those two apart. Such behavior is unseemly from well-regarded upper classmen.”
Shuuhei blinks and his jaw drops. What the hell, he thinks. He can’t still be mad that I ate the last slice of cake, can he?
Then he catches the mischievous light in the blond’s blue eyes. Something in his brain clicks and he grins. “My apologies but Hisagi can’t be bothered with it. He’s busy and…” He lets himself trail off for a moment and, clasping his own hands behind him to mimic the freshman’s stern front, slowly takes a step closer to Izuru who doesn’t move. “…he really doesn’t give a rat’s ass what the lower classmen think being the well-regarded upper classman he is.”
Izuru’s clicks his tongue against his teeth and unclasps his hands to place them on his hips. “Oh? Doesn’t he?” Blue eyes narrow and there’s a teasing little challenge in the tone of his voice that Shuuhei can’t help but take him up on.
“Nope,” he answers calmly.
“Not at all?”
“Can’t say he does.”
Izuru hums thoughtfully then turns his body away from the sixth rounder’s so that he is looking again at Aoga and Kanisawa with his arms crossed over his chest. The stray thought that Izuru would make a scary teacher or wife comes into Shuuhei’s head and he sputters when he tries to swallow his laughter. The blond catches him and raises a brow before looking away. “What then does this Hisagi Shuuhei give a…rat’s ass…about?” He asks.
Shuuhei smiles at the sound of the profanity, however mild, coming from the younger one’s lips then schools his features into the same arch expression the blond has on his face. He turns to face the same direction as Izuru and says in perfect seriousness: “He likes blonds.”
Now it’s Izuru’s turn to blink. “He likes blonds,” he repeats blankly.
Shuuhei grins. “Loves blonds.” He moves to stand behind Izuru who follows him with his eyes until he can’t see him anymore. Quickly tiring of the game he slips his arms around Izuru from behind and plays a new one. He pulls the freshman tighter against his body and nuzzles the nape of his neck.
The blond sniffs but otherwise doesn’t acknowledge the touch. Izuru continues to stare out into the field, resolute. Shuuhei sighs and rests his cheek on soft blond hair. Kanisawa now has Aoga in a headlock but the big man only grins; he can throw her off of him without breaking a sweat. Shuuhei wonders if maybe he should go there and give Kanisawa her zanpakutou back before she really gets ticked off and decides to give Aoga a slow, agonizing death. He doesn’t hear Izuru saying something until the blond’s head turns under his cheek and he pulls away enough so that they can look at each other.
“…any blond?” The blond asks in the same haughty voice that just begs for a spanking. Shuuhei suppresses the urge to give him that spanking-not in broad daylight, damn it-and pulls the slender form tighter against his, resting his cheek on Izuru’s hair once more. He makes a show of thinking hard.
“He likes them smart,” he starts slowly and watches the tips of Izuru’s ears turn red. The blond’s face is still stern though his eyes are filled with mirth. Shuuhei kisses the top of his head and goes on. “He likes them strong. He likes them sweet. Oh, and he likes it when they’re good with kidou.”
Izuru’s masks cracks a bit and this time a little smile touches his lips. “Kidou, huh?”
Shuuhei nods. “Yep, he thinks kidou is sexy. Very sexy.”
The blond shakes a little in his arms from suppressed laughter then clears his throat. “I see.” He’s not done playing yet. “What else?”
Shuuhei hums long and low. “He likes them funny; funny haha and not funny odd.” Izuru bites his lip at the old joke. “And he likes them a little shy…except in the bedroom though that works fine as well when he’s in the mood…”
Izuru makes a choked sound at his daring and flushes red at the cheeks. Shuuhei smiles and moves to rest his chin on Izuru’s shoulder. What he plans to say next isn’t something he wants other people to hear. The blond, sensing his mood, stiffens slightly in his arms. He licks his lips and starts.
“He likes them with their blush going all the way to the back of their necks…” He smiles when it does just that. “And likes them able to bend and not break. He likes them if they pounce and bite. And he likes them using shunpo into his room into the middle of the night to practice newly learnt binding spells.”
“So as you can see,” he says as he pulls away from Izuru, the perfect picture of calm and collected though his breathing is a little faster now. “Not just any blond. He likes them special.”
The blond swallows and takes a shaky breath. “He does, huh? Sounds like a nice guy.”
“He likes nice guys, too.”
Izuru laughs loudly then and turns to look at him, cheeks red and with a smile that reaches his eyes. Game over. “Likes?” He says coyly.
Shuuhei grins. “Loves.”
Izuru flushes even more and now it’s Shuuhei who laughs. Then they both duck as Kanisawa’s zanpakutou suddenly comes sailing through the air in their direction followed closely by a very large projectile which turned out to be Aoga’s body.
The petite girl steps over to all three of them and calmly collects her katana. She spots them staring at her in shock and rolls her eyes.
“What?” she snaps at them and kicks Aoga’s inert form in the rear. “Men,” she says, disgusted, and storms off to the nearest cafeteria.
END.
A/N: I just love Kanisawa. Don’t you? I'd say this could have been better but I don't know how to make it just that. Comments? Suggestions? Violent reactions? Donations (XD)? Fire away. ♥
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