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dizzygraceful) wrote2007-10-18 06:51 pm
dizzygraceful) wrote2007-10-18 06:51 pm
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Fanfiction: Friendly Check Up
Written for 15pairings
Title: Friendly Check Up
Author:skyangel2009
Theme: #3, 08, Misery Loves Company
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hisagi ShuuheixKira Izuru
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
15pairings Title: Friendly Check Up
Author:
skyangel2009 Theme: #3, 08, Misery Loves Company
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hisagi ShuuheixKira Izuru
Disclaimer: I don’t own.
Hisagi Shuuhei, fukutaicho of 9th Squad, made his way down to 3rd Squad to check up on Kira Izuru. He knew that the 3 captains’ betrayal was weighing heavily on Kira’s heart and shoulders. It was obvious to anyone who looked at the quiet blonde going about his duties as fukutaicho. Shuuhei knocked on the entrance to 3rd Squad, but when no answer came he let himself in Kira and papers in neat piles on either side of the desk. Shuuhei sighed as he approached the sleeping Shiningami and gently shook his shoulder. Kira barely stirred in response and stayed sound asleep.
Shuuhei smiled sadly. Clearly Kira had worked himself to exhaustion. He was loath to wake the blonde, but he’d fallen asleep at his desk before and the results the next day weren’t fun. Shuuhei shook Kira’s shoulder a little harder, whispering, “Izuru,” as he did so. Again, Kira barely stirred. Shuuhei was about to give up when he decided to try one last thing. He leaned over and whispered in Kira’s ear. “Izuru, you have to wake up now. I brought sake.”
Finally Kira’s eyes flittered open, eyelashes dusting his cheeks several times before opening completely. “Hisagi-senpai?” he slurred, clearly still half-asleep. He hadn’t used that honorific since his appointment to 3rd Squad as fukutaicho.
Shuuhei laughed softly and leaned up against Kira’s desk. “Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten drunk without me,” he teased.
Kira blinked as he sat us and rubbed his eyes free of the last tendrils of sleep. “I was filling out the paperwork Ichirmaru-taicho left behind,” he murmured with a look in his eyes that reminded Shuuhei of a kicked puppy. He reached out and ruffled his hair.
“I didn’t actually bring any sake so I hope you have some.” Shuuhei pushed away from the desk and moved to the cabinet he knew Kira used to store sake and glasses. They were in luck; Kira had a full two bottles of sake. He grabbed one bottle and two glasses before moving to the couch. Kira joined him slumping a little against it. “How’re you holding up?”
Kira sighed. “I never considered he’d betray Soul Society. Everyone else was suspect of him, but I believed in him.”
Shuuhei sighed softly and handed him a glass. “That doesn’t answer my question unless you’re in shock,” he pointed out, taking a swig of his own sake.
Kira downed his glass, holding it out for Shuuhei to fill, which he did. “I’m just trying to keep going with the everyday things. I haven’t really thought about it much. I think Hinamori-san has it the worst of it, though. At least our captains didn’t try to kill us.” He paused, draining his second glass. “What about you?”
Shuuhei shrugged, mimicking Kira’s earlier movement. “I think he’s been fooled by Aizen’s words. I’m just hoping he’ll figure it out and come back. Until then, I’m just going to run 9th Squad to the best of my ability.” Shuuhei finished his glass and re-filled both. “You’re miserable. I can see it every time I look at you, Izuru.”
“Good think I have company, then,” he retorted, so out of character for him, but Shuuhei wasn’t surprised by the bitterness in his words.
Shuuhei sighed and wrapped his arm around Kira’s shoulders. “You haven’t had enough sake to be drunk yet. Have some more and you can get better and self-pitying.”
Kira nodded; a slight flush creeping up his cheeks that he couldn’t really blame on the sake. Shuuhei let him go and the two worked on finishing off the bottle and then the extra one still in the cabinet. Somehow, most likely because of their exhaustion, it was enough to get them thoroughly drunk.
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When the two fukutaicho woke in the morning their heads were pounding with hangovers. Kira was slow to come around to his surroundings, but when he did it was hard to miss the fact that neither of them had any clothes on and the pain in his head wasn’t the only one he had. Groaning he tried to move away from Shuuhei only to be pulled back against the older man’s chest.
“Stay where you are,” Shuuhei murmured as he pressed his face into Kira’s hair, arms tightening around his waist. “You weren’t wasted enough to not know what we were doing.”
Kira was tense even as he tried to relax. “You don’t regret it?” he asked quietly.
“Go back to sleep, Izuru. I think Soul Society will forgive us if we take the day off,” he said and pressed a light kiss to Kira’s neck lightly. Kira slowly relaxed and eventually nodded off again, even as he fought back the knowledge that the only reason this was happening was because they’d lost the people really most important to them.
Shuuhei smiled sadly. Clearly Kira had worked himself to exhaustion. He was loath to wake the blonde, but he’d fallen asleep at his desk before and the results the next day weren’t fun. Shuuhei shook Kira’s shoulder a little harder, whispering, “Izuru,” as he did so. Again, Kira barely stirred. Shuuhei was about to give up when he decided to try one last thing. He leaned over and whispered in Kira’s ear. “Izuru, you have to wake up now. I brought sake.”
Finally Kira’s eyes flittered open, eyelashes dusting his cheeks several times before opening completely. “Hisagi-senpai?” he slurred, clearly still half-asleep. He hadn’t used that honorific since his appointment to 3rd Squad as fukutaicho.
Shuuhei laughed softly and leaned up against Kira’s desk. “Don’t tell me you’ve already gotten drunk without me,” he teased.
Kira blinked as he sat us and rubbed his eyes free of the last tendrils of sleep. “I was filling out the paperwork Ichirmaru-taicho left behind,” he murmured with a look in his eyes that reminded Shuuhei of a kicked puppy. He reached out and ruffled his hair.
“I didn’t actually bring any sake so I hope you have some.” Shuuhei pushed away from the desk and moved to the cabinet he knew Kira used to store sake and glasses. They were in luck; Kira had a full two bottles of sake. He grabbed one bottle and two glasses before moving to the couch. Kira joined him slumping a little against it. “How’re you holding up?”
Kira sighed. “I never considered he’d betray Soul Society. Everyone else was suspect of him, but I believed in him.”
Shuuhei sighed softly and handed him a glass. “That doesn’t answer my question unless you’re in shock,” he pointed out, taking a swig of his own sake.
Kira downed his glass, holding it out for Shuuhei to fill, which he did. “I’m just trying to keep going with the everyday things. I haven’t really thought about it much. I think Hinamori-san has it the worst of it, though. At least our captains didn’t try to kill us.” He paused, draining his second glass. “What about you?”
Shuuhei shrugged, mimicking Kira’s earlier movement. “I think he’s been fooled by Aizen’s words. I’m just hoping he’ll figure it out and come back. Until then, I’m just going to run 9th Squad to the best of my ability.” Shuuhei finished his glass and re-filled both. “You’re miserable. I can see it every time I look at you, Izuru.”
“Good think I have company, then,” he retorted, so out of character for him, but Shuuhei wasn’t surprised by the bitterness in his words.
Shuuhei sighed and wrapped his arm around Kira’s shoulders. “You haven’t had enough sake to be drunk yet. Have some more and you can get better and self-pitying.”
Kira nodded; a slight flush creeping up his cheeks that he couldn’t really blame on the sake. Shuuhei let him go and the two worked on finishing off the bottle and then the extra one still in the cabinet. Somehow, most likely because of their exhaustion, it was enough to get them thoroughly drunk.
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When the two fukutaicho woke in the morning their heads were pounding with hangovers. Kira was slow to come around to his surroundings, but when he did it was hard to miss the fact that neither of them had any clothes on and the pain in his head wasn’t the only one he had. Groaning he tried to move away from Shuuhei only to be pulled back against the older man’s chest.
“Stay where you are,” Shuuhei murmured as he pressed his face into Kira’s hair, arms tightening around his waist. “You weren’t wasted enough to not know what we were doing.”
Kira was tense even as he tried to relax. “You don’t regret it?” he asked quietly.
“Go back to sleep, Izuru. I think Soul Society will forgive us if we take the day off,” he said and pressed a light kiss to Kira’s neck lightly. Kira slowly relaxed and eventually nodded off again, even as he fought back the knowledge that the only reason this was happening was because they’d lost the people really most important to them.
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