...I think I've written this one before.
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moonsheenI like Rikichi. I like Rikichi a lot. I liked him when he had no name and so for its lack I called him "Renji's nameless bitch boy." ...also Byakuya is terribly off in this, I think. But I blame that on writing this in an effort not to pay attention to my history class. (also he might be high on painkillers anyway. Not that he'll admit to it, the priss.)
The concept I just blame on my icon.
Rikichi swallowed. “Captain?”
From his desk, Byakuya lifted his eyes.
This, Rikichi realized, was the feeling of the insect as the sandal came down.
“I-I-I can I—”
“You may finish that statement.”
“Can I speak with you, sir.”
“Hm,” said Byakuya, turning a white bandaged wrist: which was a perfectly valid answer, of course. The man was a Captain, after all, a clan head and so of course, of course it was an answer that made absolute sense! …it just didn’t help Rikichi very much. Accepting such unworthiness, the boy bowed. The beads in his hair rattled.
“Sir,” he began, hoarsely, “I--”
“I am aware of your involvement,” said the Captain, sounding, if anything, very bored.
“…oh.” And in so few words, Rikichi forgot what he’d planned to say entirely. His head supplied a meek: can I go now? Which he almost asked…before remembering he’d been the one to call himself to the man’s office to begin with. So. Bracing himself, he said instead: “I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t regret it, sir. I feel what I did was very necessary, uh, sir.”
Winter winds would be warm and welcome in comparison to all the response that garnered, from Byakuya. “Oh?”
Rikichi babbled: “Yes, sir. Captain. Sir. I. I. Vice-Captain Abarai was a really coo—an exemplary officer, with a strong sense of duty. And loyalty. And I know that. And--” I’m going to die. I may as well “--and I think the Captain knows it too.”
He thought of all the poems he’d been forced to learn growing up about cricket song. It seemed like a good thing to think about, to try and pretend the heavy silence that followed wasn’t just that.
“Does he?” murmured Byakuya, eventually.
Brief, bright, light. It’ll at least be pretty. If kinda pathetic…. “Yes,” answered Rikichi, meeting the man’s eyes. “The Captain wouldn’t have chosen him as a Vice…if….if he wasn’t anything less than the standard of this division.”
“Perfection,” reminded the Captain of the 6th.
“Y-yessir. Yes.” The boy smiled sheepishly as he stuck his chin up. “I know that too.”
“One wondered.” Byakuya sat back. Here, Rikichi allowed himself the luxury of observation: realizing with some shock how labored the movement was. The Captain had been injured, he’d known, but he hadn’t quite believed…
“Rikichi,” there was nothing injured in that voice, though. “That is--“
“I’m sorry sir!” the young officer burst out. “But I don’t think what I did was wrong! I really don’t!”
“That is a most contradictory statement.”
“…oh. Um.” The edge of hysteria faded into a nervous chuckle. Rikichi slouched, and shuffled, and suddenly felt terribly stupid. “I guess. I’m. Not that sorry. Actually.”
“Hm,” said Byakuya. “And I suppose now you plan to make a demand.”
“What?”
The Captain, keen on wasting no more dramatic pause, arched his brow at him significantly.
“She would make demands,” he said, in a tone no different, but with eyes that Rikichi had never seen before, in his whole life, “After making her apologies.”
“Oh,” said the boy, for a third time that visit. Which probably meant some sort curse laid upon him, but at that point his mouth had gone dry and his throat had gone tight. “Ah..aha. In that case.” He bowed for a second time, much more graceful than the first.
Rikichi had almost considered combing his hair over his tattoo. Almost, but had decided against it. Gravity was against him anyway--and he wasn’t ashamed of it, so what was the point?
“Most Honored Father,” he said. “Please let me come home.”
The concept I just blame on my icon.
Rikichi swallowed. “Captain?”
From his desk, Byakuya lifted his eyes.
This, Rikichi realized, was the feeling of the insect as the sandal came down.
“I-I-I can I—”
“You may finish that statement.”
“Can I speak with you, sir.”
“Hm,” said Byakuya, turning a white bandaged wrist: which was a perfectly valid answer, of course. The man was a Captain, after all, a clan head and so of course, of course it was an answer that made absolute sense! …it just didn’t help Rikichi very much. Accepting such unworthiness, the boy bowed. The beads in his hair rattled.
“Sir,” he began, hoarsely, “I--”
“I am aware of your involvement,” said the Captain, sounding, if anything, very bored.
“…oh.” And in so few words, Rikichi forgot what he’d planned to say entirely. His head supplied a meek: can I go now? Which he almost asked…before remembering he’d been the one to call himself to the man’s office to begin with. So. Bracing himself, he said instead: “I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t regret it, sir. I feel what I did was very necessary, uh, sir.”
Winter winds would be warm and welcome in comparison to all the response that garnered, from Byakuya. “Oh?”
Rikichi babbled: “Yes, sir. Captain. Sir. I. I. Vice-Captain Abarai was a really coo—an exemplary officer, with a strong sense of duty. And loyalty. And I know that. And--” I’m going to die. I may as well “--and I think the Captain knows it too.”
He thought of all the poems he’d been forced to learn growing up about cricket song. It seemed like a good thing to think about, to try and pretend the heavy silence that followed wasn’t just that.
“Does he?” murmured Byakuya, eventually.
Brief, bright, light. It’ll at least be pretty. If kinda pathetic…. “Yes,” answered Rikichi, meeting the man’s eyes. “The Captain wouldn’t have chosen him as a Vice…if….if he wasn’t anything less than the standard of this division.”
“Perfection,” reminded the Captain of the 6th.
“Y-yessir. Yes.” The boy smiled sheepishly as he stuck his chin up. “I know that too.”
“One wondered.” Byakuya sat back. Here, Rikichi allowed himself the luxury of observation: realizing with some shock how labored the movement was. The Captain had been injured, he’d known, but he hadn’t quite believed…
“Rikichi,” there was nothing injured in that voice, though. “That is--“
“I’m sorry sir!” the young officer burst out. “But I don’t think what I did was wrong! I really don’t!”
“That is a most contradictory statement.”
“…oh. Um.” The edge of hysteria faded into a nervous chuckle. Rikichi slouched, and shuffled, and suddenly felt terribly stupid. “I guess. I’m. Not that sorry. Actually.”
“Hm,” said Byakuya. “And I suppose now you plan to make a demand.”
“What?”
The Captain, keen on wasting no more dramatic pause, arched his brow at him significantly.
“She would make demands,” he said, in a tone no different, but with eyes that Rikichi had never seen before, in his whole life, “After making her apologies.”
“Oh,” said the boy, for a third time that visit. Which probably meant some sort curse laid upon him, but at that point his mouth had gone dry and his throat had gone tight. “Ah..aha. In that case.” He bowed for a second time, much more graceful than the first.
Rikichi had almost considered combing his hair over his tattoo. Almost, but had decided against it. Gravity was against him anyway--and he wasn’t ashamed of it, so what was the point?
“Most Honored Father,” he said. “Please let me come home.”
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:13 pm (UTC)I liked that throat. It was a good throat, and it was my own.
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:30 pm (UTC)...one also has to wonder how the conversation went when he came home with that tattoo. (It just screams: I HAVE A CRUSH ON MY AUNTS SECRET BOYFRIEND...except I'm certain it's a strong, soldierly bond going on there. Way of the Samurai...wait.)
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:30 pm (UTC)So fic + Rikichi!Byakuya son! = utter delight and lots of ♥♥♥'s!
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:40 pm (UTC)Byakuspawn!Rikichi being one of them. (I will refrain from the 'pink' cracks, I will refrain, I will...)
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Date: 2005-11-08 08:57 pm (UTC)And then Rukia Discovers she has a Nephew.
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Date: 2005-11-08 11:12 pm (UTC)"Well! It looks like she's my aunt either way!"
"...get out."
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:54 pm (UTC)WOW MY MEMORY SUCKS HARDCORE.
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:56 pm (UTC)THIS MAKES THREE.(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 07:57 pm (UTC)I think it's just me and I made it contageous(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 08:06 pm (UTC)like the clap?(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 08:08 pm (UTC).....I think I saw this before on Kids in the Hall(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 08:59 pm (UTC)MINE SUCKS TOO. MORE SO.
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Date: 2005-11-08 08:47 pm (UTC)THANK YOU FOR THE RIKICHI LOVE ♥
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Date: 2005-11-08 08:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 09:05 pm (UTC)And on that note, I am totally with you on the 'I loved Rikichi back before he had a name heart heart' boat. He's the cutest lil' pseudo-Renji fanboy ever.
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Date: 2005-11-08 09:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-08 10:48 pm (UTC)Rikichi is utterly adorable with the Renji worship and butterfly wrangling and vegetable chopping. He and Hanatarou should team up to take over Soul Society with cuteness.
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:58 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2005-11-09 11:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-09 02:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-11 01:19 am (UTC)That last line-- th-- faaaaaaaugh. These things, you know. They-- oh, screw speech.
-gibbers-
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:01 am (UTC)(The original AAAH was longer, but I decided to cut it off, because getting an email with too many pointy capital A's is scary, yo.)
(That was a good AAAH by the way, and no less good for its abridgement.)