Bleach Drabble (70-77)

Somehow, some way, my internet has come back to me EARLY.

And I have drabbles from my time off, though I think they're a little bit insane because I was writing them via computer withdrawal. Oh well... I'm not sure if me having internet access is a permament thing for now or if it's Verizon effing with us, so I'm just gonna post anyway and hope my frantic work over the last few days isn't too... off putting.

Here goes!!


Title: Interim Taichou
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Shuuhei and a surprise (but not really)
Word Count: 498
Warning/s: Spoilers for well, Soul Society, but also ch 186.
Summary: Continuation/companion piece to drabble #60 (Captain Complex)- Ichigo isn’t the only temporary replacement.
Dedication: Greg, since he really loves this idea for some reason. ^^;;
A/N: This is me being a world of LAME. Like, Lamer than usual. ;_; I blame it on my internet-less melancholy



Hisagi Shuuhei wasn’t quite sure what to make of his new temporary captain.

He knew that his current taichou was very powerful. That went without saying.

But all captains were supposed to be powerful, which as a result, added very little to the man’s appeal.

What was telling was the fact that the new taichou also happened to be loud, lazy, perverted and rather demanding.

Shuuhei didn’t know what to feel about that. On the one hand, this man was very different from Tousen, which might have been a blessing, given the circumstances.

On the other hand, Shuuhei was beginning to think that maybe he was a little too unlike Tousen-taichou and that he was going to have a difficult time of trying to deal with his new superior’s rather off-putting attitude.

On top of that it was rather difficult to try and figure out the man’s history, as everyone that knew was being tightlipped about the situation while everyone else didn’t know anything at all.

Shuuhei was curious, naturally, as to where they found this man all of a sudden, a captain-class shinigami to just pull into the ranks of seireitei out of the blue like this.

All he did know about the man was that the ninth division hadn’t been his first choice when the three empty positions were offered, but since command of the fifth division had been scooped up rather quickly by Kurosaki Ichigo as a result of one of the man’s comments, he’d had to settle for here.

“Oi, oi oi… can’t you at least be a little bit cute, Shuu-chan? Making that boring face all the time is so unattractive. Che… Ichigo, that bastard. Taking the only team with a cute little girl just so I couldn’t and leaving me with guys only…”

Hisagi’s eye twitched. “So sorry, Kurosaki-taichou, sir,” he murmured, trying to hold back his sarcasm through clenched teeth.

“Hmmm…well, I guess this isn’t so bad, even if I’m surrounded by guys all day. At least you’re well-behaved,” Kurosaki Isshin chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Shuuhei’s hair far too familiarly for their mere two week acquaintance.

The ninth division vice-captain scowled and continued to massage Kurosaki’s feet.

“Well, one thing’s for sure, nothing much has changed around here,” Isshin continued in a voice too loud for any office ever, either oblivious to the fact that Shuuhei wasn’t really listening or not caring that he wasn’t. “Still as boring as ever.”

“Sorry sir.”

“Ne Shuu-chan, think you can get my shoulders next? Old bones ya know, I’ve got a crick in my neck from havin’ to sleep on the floor last night… mmmm, yeah, that’s good.”

There was very much Shuuhei didn’t know about Kurosaki-taichou, but in light of everything, he was beginning to think that all the important things about Isshin were making themselves known rather quickly.

And Shuuhei concluded that it was going to be a very difficult few months.

He hoped that Kira and Hinamori were faring better.

END



Title: Star Pupil
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Aizen, Urahara
Word Count: 528
Warning/s: Sort-of spoilers for the Soul Society Arc
Summary: Aizen knows there’s someone better than him.
Dedication: Beck, you Urahara fangirl you.
A/N: I’ve been writing LOTS of yaoi drabbles lately, so I figured I should try to balance it out a little bit more (cuz I’ll lever have it completely balanced, I don’t think). So here we are. A little more gen.



Of their academy class, Aizen Sousuke was always at the top in any and all ranking tests. He was undoubtedly, the number one student in school. Teachers fawned over his good manners and thoughtfulness. They constantly praised his leadership abilities and studiousness, citing him as an example to his peers and one of those students who come along once in a very rare while to make teaching worth the trouble again.

Aizen smiled politely at their praise and didn’t let it go to his head because deep in his secret heart, they were the last people he wanted to turn out to be like.

Idiotic teachers teaching idiotic things and he’d known right off the bat that they were wrong about everything. They were so wrong they didn’t even suspect how off they were.

He wasn’t the smartest student at all. Not by a long shot.

True, he performed the best come exam time, but the fact of the matter was that he was smart enough to know when someone was more intelligent than he was.

Urahara Kisuke was the polar opposite of Aizen. Teachers constantly scolded him for falling asleep in class or ignoring their lectures altogether. He purposefully bowed out in the middle of sparring matches, citing a weak constitution and the desire to avoid all violence if at all possible. He made snide remarks about instructors to their faces (but could never be formally reprimanded as said snide remarks were always carefully veiled), and he played pranks on everyone save for a select few, those being his friends Kyouraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jyuushirou.

He performed only as well on tests as required to pass, though if wanted to, Aizen knew for a fact that Kisuke, despite always sleeping in class, could answer every single problem with an ease and accuracy that put him several levels above most of his instructors.

But it seemed Kisuke was unmotivated by anything in Soul Society that wasn’t his friends or alcohol, stating that he thought things that never changed were boring as he tinkered with various gadgets and gizmos undoubtedly invented for the sake of perfecting his notorious pranks.

Aizen watched him carefully for a while and before long, decided that it would be men like he and Urahara Kisuke who would one day rule Soul Society (and more, if they so chose). Thus he set forth an attempt to befriend Kisuke.

Not because he genuinely wanted to be friends, of course, but because it was common sense to want to keep someone who potentially had the same or greater power than you close to you.

So, one day he walked up to the group of three friends and asked, very easily, if he could join them. Ukitake, kind as always, readily agreed.

Easy-going Kyouraku, indifferent as long as there was talk of girls and booze, treated the newcomer as if he’d always been there.

Only Kisuke smiled knowingly at Aizen, eyes laughing at something no one else could quite figure out, not even Sousuke.

In the end, they never grew to be close friends at all.

Aizen knew it was because Kisuke would always be smarter than him.

END



Title: Best Friends and Boyfriends
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika
Word Count: 750
Warning/s: No spoilers, but lots of posturing.
Summary: Shuuhei and Madarame sort of compete.
Dedication: Our guys, because they’re cute best friends with us and even better boyfriends to each other. XD
A/N: Looks like two gen fics in a row is my limit. Back to yaoi! XD



Shuuhei glared at Ikkaku a lot whenever he was around.

The eleventh division third chair didn’t notice half the time and didn’t care all of the time.

Yumichika didn’t say anything, or maybe that glare was actually Hisagi’s default face or something, but Ikkaku suspected the ninth division vice-captain of being something almost like jealous.

Except that instead of saying something about it, Hisagi was trying to play the big man and work it out himself so as not to place Yumi in any sort of awkward situation between his best friend and his lover.

Which might be seen as sweet to some, but in the end it seemed like a rather ineffectual way to deal with something that was bothering you.

All in all, Ikkaku thought it was great fun.

“Ne, Yumi, remember that time taichou…with the thing…and the…” he trailed off, making several vague, nonsensical gestures to Ayasekawa as they sat outside where Ikkaku had found the two lovebirds on a date before deciding to crash their picnic.

Yumichika burst out laughing and mirrored the hand gestures back at Madarame. “I do remember!”

They shared a good chortle for something like five minutes while Shuuhei sat moodily by, looking back and forth between them and feeling simultaneously left out and oddly hostile towards Madarame.

Yumichika wiped tears of mirth from his eyes before offering food to Ikkaku, asking his friend what he’d been up to on his day off and whether he’d finished that thing with Yachiru for that thing they’d been planning for forever now.

And Madarame responded that indeed he’d taken care of that, smiling winningly and graciously accepting the food from the picnic basket Shuuhei and Yumi had packed together this morning. “But then you know how she has that way of…well, you know, and it almost got messed up but then taichou, with the…and the…you know…”

“Hahaha… of course!”

And so the secret speak between best friends continued like that for a good ten minutes before Shuuhei was feeling completely neglected because he couldn’t for the life of him, decipher their strange, random buddy-code.

What Hisagi could decipher was that Madarame looked far too smug for his own good.

Shifting slightly, the vice-captain moved to hook his arm around Ayasekawa’s shoulders, his lover only sliding instintively backwards at the motion as he continued to blabber on obliviously with Ikkaku.

Shuuhei drew his fingertips up along a bare expanse of arm and Yumi shivered slightly, unconsciously leaning more into him.

“And then…and with the… Shuuhei!!”

Ikkaku frowned slightly as Yumi trailed off, giggling as boy-toy murmured something in Ayasekawa’s ear that made him laugh and knock Hisagi in the chest playfully.

He watched the lovers share a series of silent, meaningful looks, a conversation with their eyes and bodies, Shuuhei smiling like so and Yumi’s cheeks flushing just perfectly, and meaningless words thrown out with so much meaning that it was impossible to decode completely.

“Ne?”

Yumi chuckled. “Oi…” he protested, shaking his head before leaning up to peck Hisagi on the cheek. “Later.”

Another meaningful look and Shuuhei’s hand moved up on Yumi’s shoulder so that his thumb brushed the other man’s throat.

Yumi sighed and rested his head happily against boy-toy’s chest.

Ikkaku looked back and forth between them both, suddenly feeling very, very out of place. “Uh…I’m gonna head back then. Thanks for lunch, Yumichika… uh…Hisagi…” Ikkaku nodded awkwardly at them both before standing.

“You don’t want to stay for dessert, Ikkaku?”

Hisagi smirked at the word dessert, making Ayasekawa’s innocent offer into something entirely…not… with just one look.

“Ah, no, no, that’s okay. I’ll see you two later,” Ikkaku insisted, before quickly walking off, ears slightly pink.

Shuuhei watched him go smugly as Yumichika fussed around in the picnic basket for the strawberries they’d packed for dessert. “Mmmm…Shuu, are you sure…”

“Aa. Should be…”

“Next to the…?”

“Yeah.”

“Found them!”

That being done, Shuuhei decided right then and there that it was absurd to be jealous of Madarame for being Yumi’s best friend. In fact, he of all people should have understood the most.

“Mmm, so sweet! Aaah, love!”

“Aaah.”

Because when he thought about it, sitting there in the shade with Yumi feeding him strawberries, it wasn’t like they didn’t have a secret language for just the two of them too.

And as much as he might have wanted to understand the conversation with Madarame earlier, if he had to choose between that and this, Shuuhei definitely liked this better.

END



Title: Why Are You So Cool?
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixEveryone (sort of)
Word Count: 375
Warning/s: I’m dumb.
Summary: There’s something about Shuuhei…
Dedication: For Shirong, who’s going away for a LONG time for the JET program. You will always be the coolest person I ever met. XD



“Che…maan, don’t know why this always happens,” Renji muttered.

Byakuya frowned, nodding imperceptibly. “Perhaps it’s unconscious?” the captain suggested before sniffing and turning away from the spectacle. “A result of particularly good breeding, obviously.”

“Then why aren’t you like that, ah?” Renji pressed.

Byakuya looked insulted. “I’m… cool. Or ‘hip’ or ‘happening’ or whatever the term is you use nowadays…”

“Uh…yeah, I didn’t mean that! I mean, sure you are, taichou. Really. Of course! But you’re not… well, you know.” Renji gestured vaguely to the area behind him with his hand.

Kuchiki smiled slightly. “No, I suppose I’m not.”

Both sixth division members shared a quiet moment of self-deprecating humor, turning to look across the quad at Hisagi Shuuhei, who stood in the center of a group of shinigami, speaking about something.

What he said wasn’t important.

What mattered was the impenetrable coolness with which he spoke, the fluid movement of muscle and flawless bearing, the even tone of voice, the subtle yet effective facial expressions, the easy intelligence, the gentle understanding and the natural aura of command.

He was the type of character that immediately drew a person’s attention, no matter how inconsequential his actions might be.

Currently, was informing the other shinigami of what was on the lunch menu.

Matsumoto was smiling brightly.

Hinamori’s eyes shone.

Nanao hung on every word, enraptured.

Nemu blushed prettily and stared at her folded hands.

Kiyone sighed, Isane fiddled with her hair, Rukia even stared a little.

Renji, thoughtful, turned back to his captain. “Oi, taichou, how do I look when I do this?”

He shifted, imitating Shuuhei’s effortless pose, flexing his arm muscles hard to get the right effect. “Nngh…well?”

Byakuya arched a delicate brow. “Doesn’t work.”

Abarai shifted poses, changing his facial features into what might have been dignified had it been on anyone else’s face. “How ‘bout now?”

“No, Renji.”

“Ya sure?”

“Positive.”

“Dammit.” Deflating, the redhead cast one last covetous look over his shoulder, marveling as enraptured women listened to Hisagi Shuuhei talk about beef curry. “Man… how does he do that?”

“Such are the mysteries of life, Renji.”

“Ya think I could ever be like that, taichou?”

“….”

“C’mon…if I worked real hard… you think I’d be able to…”

“No, Renji.”

“Damn.”

END



Title: I Like Beer
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: Urahara, KyourakuxUkitake (sort of)
Word Count: 843
Warning/s: Drunken OOC, spoilers for Urahara’s backstory (or what we know of it…sort of)
Summary: A sort-of companion to drabble #41 (Frat Buddies)- Urahara and Kyouraku and lots of alcohol (but not quite enough).
Dedication: Ann- I’m so glad you could visit!! Come again soon!
A/N: I don’t know why I named it what I did. I just felt like writing “I Like Beer" somewhere, and this was as good a place as any. Meh.



Sometimes Ukitake wishes that he had something he could use to record these two when they’re like this, laughing and singing and making a general ruckus when any respectable person would be fast asleep at this hour.

“Oi, oi, oi… how ‘bout… this! Who am I? Ne? Who am I?”

“Bwahahahahahahaha Yamai-jii!!”

“Right!”

Ukitake waches as the two friends collapse against each other chortling, Urahara’s impression of stern Yamamoto-soutaichou dissolving under his red-faced mirth.

Much back-slapping and snorting follows, before the two refill their sake cups and drink another toast, sloshing back the whole dish in one go.

“Oi, Kisuke… how ‘bout this? Eh? Eh?”

“Pfffft obviously Komamura-taichou, ne?”

“Ahahahaha yup,” Kyouraku answers, taking his hands away from his face where they are displayed in peek-a-boo fashion.

Ukitake blinks at them and marvels at how their stupidity somehow manages to find the same wavelength over and over again whenever they drink together.

“Teeheehee oh, I’ve got a good one, it’ll be easy…promise!” Urahara grins cunningly and steals a look in Ukitake’s direction, giving rise to no small amount of trepidation in the thirteenth division captain’s chest.

Before he knows it, Kisuke has grabbed him and pulled him close, planting a soft kiss on his startled lips. “”Mmmmmph, Kisuke!!”

THWACK.

The sound of Shunsui’s hat smacking Kisuke across the back of the head manages to give Ukitake the leverage he needs to pull away, cheeks flushed bright pink as he does.

“Oi now… let’s just stick to good clean fun, ne, Kisuke?” Kyouraku reprimands, seeming much more sober than he had just been a moment ago. “Don’t bring kawaii little Jyuu-chan into this, ne? He doesn’t even drink!”

Kisuke smirks back, looking unapologetic, and merely winks at a still blushing Jyuushirou. “I didn’t hear any complaints! And you still haven’t guessed who I was pretending to be!” the blonde insists cheekily, knowing full well what the answer is supposed to be.

Kyouraku looks back at him lazy eyed, putting his hat back on his head so that it covers his eyes a little. Giving a little sigh, he says very dryly, “Mmmm…who were you, who were you… aaa…stumped me, Kisuke. I have no idea.”

“Aaaaa, how cruel of you, Shun-chan!” Urahara laments melodramatically, idling with his empty sake dish as he leans languidly against the bar, his cheek plastered to the tabletop so that he can look up expectantly at both Ukitake and Kyouraku. “Not even a single guess as to who?”

Shunsui snorts. “Che, bastard. Pour me another drink, will ya?”

“Haaaai!!”

Ukitake coughs gently. “Ne…Shunsui, don’t you think that’s enough for tonight?”

Kyouraku looks like a wounded puppy at the suggestion. “But Jyuu-chan…”

“I think that’s enough…for tonight.”

“B-but…just one more?”

“Aa, why not one more, ne, Kyouraku’s kawaii little Jyuu-chan? What can it hurt?”

The gleam in Urahara’s eyes suggest that he’s not even as half as drunk as he might like everyone to believe, and Ukitake frowns disapprovingly at him because Kisuke always knows more about everything than anyone else, and Ukitake suspects that one more drink for Shunsui will be catastrophic in some way, though he doesn’t know how, exactly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kisuke.”

And then Kisuke looks like the wounded puppy, far more pathetic than even Shunsui can pretend to be when he’s trying. “Maaaa, why? I bet if he gets just a little more alcohol in him, he’ll be able to guess exactly who I was just now. Pleeeeeease Jyuu-chan?”

Then he leers a little at Jyuushirou and the thirteenth division captain blushes slightly, looking away. “Well, I’m not his mother; he can do what he wants, I suppose. But I don’t have to sit and watch it,” Ukitake proposes calmly, standing up from his chair. “I’ll head back then. Good night, you two.”

Kisuke’s leer turns into a little frown and once he’s sure they can’t see him anymore, Jyuushirou smiles to himself as he leaves. It took him years, but sometimes he just knows how to beat Urahara at what he’s playing at, though at times, he might not know exactly what the game itself is.

The other two captains watch him go, silent until he disappears.

THWACK.

“Itai!!!! Shun-chan, what was that for?!” Urahara pouts severely at Kyouraku, who doesn’t buy a second of his faux innocence.

“Che, yarou… you better be buyin’ the next bottle for that stunt.”

Kisuke smiles back. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But he does pay for the round.

And just as he predicts, after one or two more drinks, Kyouraku’s more than ready to let the world know exactly how much he loves Ukitake.

Urahara generously keeps the wine pouring while Kyouraku sighs like a lovesick teenager to himself, something the blonde has seen and heard too many times through their long friendship.

Kisuke smiles ruefully to himself and hopes that one day, preferably before he’s gone, he can see Kyouraku like this when Jyuushirou’s actually in the room with them.

It would be nice to leave this place with a fond memory.

END



Title: Defunct
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika, ByakuyaxRenji
Word Count: 529
Warning/s: No spoilers that I can spot.
Summary: Companion drabble to #14 (Debauched)- Everything Renji thought he knew has been horribly messed with. Shuuhei tries to help.
Dedication: Wow… finally reached #75. This one’s for everyone who’s stuck through the last #74 with me. I hope you’re not completely sick of me yet. -_-;;



“Ah…senpai…ya mind if I ask you a question real quick?”

Hisagi blinked. “Are you limping?”

“Uh…yes. But that’s not important. There’s somethin’ I wanna know.”

“Well, go ahead and ask then, though I don’t know why you needed to come all this way just to ask a question I’m sure anyone else could answer as well,” the ninth division vice-captain conceded, though suspiciously.

Renji, either not noticing or choosing not to, laughed in relief. “Great…thanks so much, senpai, I mean, you’re gonna be a real lifesaver, I mean it…”

“You have to ask me the question first, Renji.”

“After you start sleepin’ with guys can you still go back to girls?”

If there had been anything in Hisagi’s mouth, he would have spit it all over Renji. As it was, he only choked on his own spit a little bit. “E-excuse me?”

“Well, I figured that since you and Ayasekawa are… you know, you’d be the best one to ask about this.”

“We…”

“Blah, blah, blah, you hate that bastard, yeah. Look, senpai…just… answer a guy, would ya?”

Hisagi, cheeks pink, managed to regain his composure somehow. “I don’t want to answer this.”

“Aw, c’mon senpai…please?! I’m really confused!!”

Shuuhei blinked. “Wait…does this mean you’ve…”

Renji’s cheeks reddened. “Maybe.”

“Oh so that’s why you’re limping…” The other vice-captain smirked a little. “So…”

“Well, last night, taichou and I… you know, but um… I thought with two guys it’d be kinda you know, and once it was done I’d be okay and everything would go back to normal except…”

“Except?”

Renji’s voice dropped in embarrassment. “You know.”

Momentarily forgetting his own embarrassment at Renji’s confession, Hisagi’s expression turned to one of unholy glee. “You can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Yeah.”

Shuuhei burst out laughing.

“Senpai! Senpai, it ain’t funny! C’mon, just answer me, will ya? What’s wrong with me?! I liked girls, and now every time I think about…stuff… it’s all got to do with taichou…” Renji raved in a rather indiscrete whisper.

Shuuhei, in a mighty effort to get his laughter under control, managed to wrestle it down to just a smirk. “You really want my advice?

Renji nodded emphatically.

Hisagi simply shrugged and said, “Try it again.”

“Yeah…why don’t I… what?!”

“Try it again,” Shuuhei responded levelly. “And if the results are the same…”

Renji swallowed. “Then I…”

The ninth division vice-captain nodded. “Then you’re…”

Renji cringed. “Are you sure?”

Shuuhei nodded.

“Dammit!” Renji cursed. “I liked girls goddammit! Che…it’s all that bastard’s fault.”

Hisagi tried his best to look sympathetic.

After a little while, Renji sighed in defeat and rolled up his sleeves. “All right then. Here goes nothin’...” he told himself resolutely. “I think taichou’s in his room right now…”

“Most likely.”

Turning to go, the redhead cast one last look over his shoulder at his senpai. “Ah…wish me luck?”

Managing to hide his amusement behind a solemn smile, Shuuhei nodded. “Good luck, Renji.”

“Yosh. Here goes!”

Shuuhei watched as Abarai marched off, muttering words of encouragement to cement his resolve as he walked. Chuckling to himself, Hisagi shook his head.

Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to get home tonight.

Yumi was going to love this.

END



Title: Nice Guys Finish Last
Rating: R
Pairing/Character/s: KiraxGin, AizenxGin
Word Count: 412
Warning/s: Slightly risqué…but not as bad as a few others I’ve written I suppose. -_-;; And sort-of spoilers for Soul Society Arc.
Summary: Kira and Aizen are very different lovers.
Dedication: Mike, you sexy Aizen bastard you.
A/N: I always shaft Kira. -_-;;



Gin sighs as he comes, quiet and sweet and full of warmth with Kira hot and hard inside him, holding him like a good lover is supposed to as he thrusts upwards in a firm, gentle rhythm.

The blonde feels his captain shake in his arms and follows not long after, kissing Gin’s throat so softly as he does that Ichimaru barely feels it all.

Then there is a moment afterwards that is silent save for their heavy breaths and Kira looks like he wants to kiss Gin on his lips with the same gentleness he’d used on Ichimaru’s throat.

Frowning, Ichimaru detaches himself from the blonde before he can, rolling onto his back and looking speculatively at the ceiling.

Beside him, Kira sighs heavily. “Taichou?”

“Mmm?”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Finding his legs, Gin sits up and searches for his clothes.

“Taichou? Are you leaving?”

“Aa.”

“Can’t you…stay?”

Gin turns and looks at Kira, whose eyes are big and pleading though he’s doing his level best to behave like Ichimaru always tells him to.

Gin continues to dress. “Go to sleep like a good boy, Kira.”

The blonde turns his gaze downwards. “Yessir.”

Gin smiles and stands, ruffling his vice-captain’s hair fondly. Before long he is clothed and out the door, looking for the special something that was missing in those moments alone with Izuru.

When he enters Aizen’s bedroom some short time later, his former captain is not surprised at all.

“You smell like that puppy of yours,” Sousuke reprimands him with an eerie smile as he stands, calmly setting down his brush and papers.

“Do I? I’ll go clean up first, then,” Gin offers.

Aizen laughs. “No need, you’ll just get messy again.”

“Will I?”

The fifth division captain nods before reaching out to Ichimaru. The silver-haired man obligingly steps forward, and in one quick motion, Aizen grabs him roughly by the hair and yanks him forward, up against his chest.

“Mmm, not a mark on you,” the older man clucks disapprovingly. “Not training your puppy to satisfy you the way I taught you, hmmm? It’s no wonder you’re always back here in the dead of night.”

“Is it?”

Aizen chuckles and places his mouth firmly on Ichimaru’s throat, and Gin really feels it this time because before long, it’s bleeding. “So,” Aizen asks around the taste of blood on his tongue, “how do you want me to hurt you tonight, Gin?”

Gin smiles. “Any way you want, sir.”

END



Title: Most Important
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: light KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 474
Warning/s: No spoilers that I can think of.
Summary: Kyouraku visits a sick Ukitake.
Dedication: Everyone who's actually read this flood of stupid drabbles. Talk about sticking through. ^^;;
A/N: I dunno. I felt like WAFF. So here it is.



“How do you feel?”

“Not as bad as yesterday.”

Kyouraku nods in response and presses a fresh icepack against Ukitake’s warm forehead. “You should’ve taken it easy, I could’ve handled it by myself,” he chides gently, petting the other man’s hair gently with his fingertips.

“I’m a captain too, Shunsui.”

Kyouraku knows this already of course, but he thinks that there are more important things to be than a captain. If he could, he’d make it so that Ukitake-taichou would concentrate more on letting himself be healthy, happy Jyuu-chan instead of feverish and weak like he is now, for no other reason than something like saving face.

Shunsui almost wants to say exactly that, but Ukitake needs rest and care, not a lecture, and instead, he responds with, “Aa, you are a captain. And captains don’t need to overexert themselves when things can be taken care of by others.”

Ukitake frowns back, on the brink of saying something, but Kyouraku cuts him off with a gentle smile and a kiss to his temple. “Rest for now, Jyuu-chan. You can argue with me about this when you feel better.”

Ukitake looks back at him disapprovingly, but concedes to Shunsui’s logic when he feels too tired to sit up anymore.

Wordlessly, Kyouraku helps him lie back down, pulling the covers up to his chin and tucking his long hair behind his ears. “I’ll come see you tomorrow. Feel better.”

His eyes convey his regret at not being able to stay, but there are pressing matters to attend to, and Shunsui has to remember that he’s a captain too, though there are definitely things more important than that.

But Ukitake wouldn’t want him to stay anyway, because more than Kyouraku, the white-haired man places being a captain as one of the most important things in the world, and Shunsui doesn’t think that he should stay and vex Jyuushirou any more than he already has with the knowledge that he’s skipping out on work to see him.

At least, not today. Shunsui still hopes that maybe one day Jyuushirou will remember that there are things more important in the world than being a captain, but he doesn’t think it will be today.

And so he stands to leave. But as he moves to pick up his hat from the bedside table, a hand on his sleeve pulls him back gently. He turns, surprised. “Jyuu-chan?”

“Stay a little longer,” the other captain asks quietly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shunsui smiles and sets his hat back on the nightstand before sitting down again. “Okay.”

He stays at Jyuushirou’s bedside and watches him sleep for hours.

Nanao will surely kill him for being late to work on such a busy day, but Kyouraku knows she’ll find a way to understand when he explains that he had more important things to do.

END




As always, very little to no editing done, and i think the auto spell check for my word doc crapped out somewhere around drabble 73, so lemme know if something is idiotic.

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