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pornkings requested it with her lovely Captain/Vice-Captain FST. In no particular order:
The 13th
The bird was making a tender hop across the rooftop—
--except no, that wasn’t right. It led with its breast-feathers and kept its beak at a high, sharp angle. When it reached the edge it unfolded and dove off over the lake.
“Captain Ukitake?”
He drew his eyes away. “Mm?”
Kuchiki Rukia was smiling, painfully. “Some tea, Captain?”
“Mm. Yes, that sounds good.” Then, after a pause. “It’s alright, Kuchiki.”
“Sir.” The girl bowed. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
His young Vice-Captain turned and took a tender step across the deck boards.
6th
He’d come back with a cut over his eye. He’d been muzzily and swaggering and too damn pleased to remember to swipe the dried blood off his brow.
“Where did you get that,” the Captain said, tone not a question but looking nearly interested in the answer.
Renji rolled his shoulders with a huff. “Some guys,” he admitted, at length. “Barfight.”
“Ah,” said the Captain like it nearly concerned him. “How many.”
“Uh. Four, sir.”
“And you won.”
“Damn right, sir.”
The captain nodded. “Yes, one should hope so.”
3rd
He fell against the wall. He slid down it. He swallowed. He sighed. He breathed. He rubbed his arm until it was red. He rubbed his arm until his nails left long, sticky scores.
“Hey there.”
He jumped. He cried out. Ah, Captain—
“In a bad way, aren’t you?”
No, no. Fine. Perfectly fine.
“Lemme see.”
He felt light touch. He saw hands on his elbow and wrist. He felt fingers, and then he felt palm, and then he felt a tongue. He gasped. Ah…
“There.” He felt the smile. Against his forehead. “All better?”
Ah.
10th
She cracked the first one in the temple. Brought him low, kneed him in the gut. She caught the second with the back of her skull as she straightened. Snapped up and he went falling. She didn’t even wince, just tipped her head to the side. The third got an elbow in his mouth.
“Public drunkenness, harassing a junior officer, disregarding a senior officer—“ Hitsugaya rattled off with a scowl, pacing around the pile. He looked up. “…and I thought you were napping.”
Matsumoto blinked at him. “…what am I doing in the courtyard?”
Hitsugaya sighed. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
11th
“Oi boss--”
“Don’t touch it.”
The guy shoved his pickings into his shirt, leaning over. “What’s that--”
“Touch it and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Later that night, when the guy tried to steal it, the bundle gave a piercing shriek. He keeled over with blood in his mouth and an expression of complete bafflement. The boss pulled the sword out from between his shoulder blades, took the bundle in the crook of his arm. When it stopped crying, he glared all around and showed his teeth.
“Anyone else?”
After that the others kept their hands to themselves.
8th
He would serenade her from the balconies. He would author and recite to her the most impassioned of poetry, his hand across his breast. He was, of course, quite madly in love. There was no other, he insisted. He knew this to be true.
“My dear,” he said to her once, archly. “You do know how to make a man blush. See how red my cheek is, here?”
And her, in all her loveliness, looked up with her pale eyes flashing and did so beautifully reply: “…That’s where I slapped you, Captain Kyouraku.”
pornkings requested it with her lovely Captain/Vice-Captain FST. In no particular order:The 13th
The bird was making a tender hop across the rooftop—
--except no, that wasn’t right. It led with its breast-feathers and kept its beak at a high, sharp angle. When it reached the edge it unfolded and dove off over the lake.
“Captain Ukitake?”
He drew his eyes away. “Mm?”
Kuchiki Rukia was smiling, painfully. “Some tea, Captain?”
“Mm. Yes, that sounds good.” Then, after a pause. “It’s alright, Kuchiki.”
“Sir.” The girl bowed. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
His young Vice-Captain turned and took a tender step across the deck boards.
6th
He’d come back with a cut over his eye. He’d been muzzily and swaggering and too damn pleased to remember to swipe the dried blood off his brow.
“Where did you get that,” the Captain said, tone not a question but looking nearly interested in the answer.
Renji rolled his shoulders with a huff. “Some guys,” he admitted, at length. “Barfight.”
“Ah,” said the Captain like it nearly concerned him. “How many.”
“Uh. Four, sir.”
“And you won.”
“Damn right, sir.”
The captain nodded. “Yes, one should hope so.”
3rd
He fell against the wall. He slid down it. He swallowed. He sighed. He breathed. He rubbed his arm until it was red. He rubbed his arm until his nails left long, sticky scores.
“Hey there.”
He jumped. He cried out. Ah, Captain—
“In a bad way, aren’t you?”
No, no. Fine. Perfectly fine.
“Lemme see.”
He felt light touch. He saw hands on his elbow and wrist. He felt fingers, and then he felt palm, and then he felt a tongue. He gasped. Ah…
“There.” He felt the smile. Against his forehead. “All better?”
Ah.
10th
She cracked the first one in the temple. Brought him low, kneed him in the gut. She caught the second with the back of her skull as she straightened. Snapped up and he went falling. She didn’t even wince, just tipped her head to the side. The third got an elbow in his mouth.
“Public drunkenness, harassing a junior officer, disregarding a senior officer—“ Hitsugaya rattled off with a scowl, pacing around the pile. He looked up. “…and I thought you were napping.”
Matsumoto blinked at him. “…what am I doing in the courtyard?”
Hitsugaya sighed. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
11th
“Oi boss--”
“Don’t touch it.”
The guy shoved his pickings into his shirt, leaning over. “What’s that--”
“Touch it and I’ll fucking kill you.”
Later that night, when the guy tried to steal it, the bundle gave a piercing shriek. He keeled over with blood in his mouth and an expression of complete bafflement. The boss pulled the sword out from between his shoulder blades, took the bundle in the crook of his arm. When it stopped crying, he glared all around and showed his teeth.
“Anyone else?”
After that the others kept their hands to themselves.
8th
He would serenade her from the balconies. He would author and recite to her the most impassioned of poetry, his hand across his breast. He was, of course, quite madly in love. There was no other, he insisted. He knew this to be true.
“My dear,” he said to her once, archly. “You do know how to make a man blush. See how red my cheek is, here?”
And her, in all her loveliness, looked up with her pale eyes flashing and did so beautifully reply: “…That’s where I slapped you, Captain Kyouraku.”
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you should do a 12th and a 9th one *--------*