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Bad Dream - Kira Izuru

Kira looks down at the paperwork in defeat as he groans and tried to reorganize them. The wind from the window was gusting everywhere causing them to fall on the floor.

Shuffling noises were in the background as he cursed under his breath.

A small feminine hand had reached over his as Kira eyes looked up to meet (Your Name).

"Need some help Kira Fukutaicho." She asks him as he looks down at the papers again.

"Did you need something?"

"I came to turn in some papers! I've been feeling under the weather."

He props the papers on the desk to even them out and turns to her. "If you don't feel good, get some more rest (Your Name)."

She shakes her head and hands him her work. "I can't let you run the Squad all alone."

Kira slightly smiles at her as he gave his attention back to his work.

She took in his features and noticed how much he didn't smile anymore, during the academy days he was so innocent and cheerful. Growing up they were close but now it seems as she didn't know him anymore.

"Did you want to come over for dinner tonight?" She asks him as he looked up from the papers.

"Who's going?" He asked with curiosity, Kira didn't wanna intrude on her personal life especially when one of the reasons why he was feeling down was because of her relationship with Hisagi.

"Just me and Shuhei! But don't worry he won't mind! I think he kinda misses you." She winks as he wanted to frown.

"Don't you think it's weird?" He says a bit rudely not noticing his tone of language as her eyes widen from disbelief. Noticing her face sadden a bit he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in that way. I'm actually behind on the Captains papers so I probably won't have time." He added.

"Well you don't have to do it alone! Shuhei is in the same position so maybe you guys could do it together and we can all drink a bit! I'll even invite Matsumoto Fukutaicho if it lightens the mood!"

Kira didn't want to be in the same room as (Your Name) and Shuhei. He tried to think anyway possible to escape tonight but she seemed on insisting he come out.

"I guess, what time tonight?"

"Around 8! I'll cook dinner!" She says with a smile on her face as she ran out happily.

Knowing it made her happy that he was coming out was okay with Kira even though he wasn't in the mood to socialize.

"Kira?" Shuhei asks with a smile as he got back from work while leaning his zanpakuto on the wall.

"Yes! He's seems down a lot recently so I thought inviting him to dinner would be a good way to have fun, oh Matsumoto is coming too!" (Your Name) said as she pulled out some veggies and protein out from the fridge.

Shuhei wrapped his arms around her body as he kissed her temple as she smiled while cutting the broccoli.

"That was nice of you, I've been worried about him." He tells her letting go and washing his hands to help prep with dinner.

"And I've been worry about you." (Your Name) states to Shuhei as he raises a brow and started to wash the rice.

There was a knock on the door before he could say anything.

"Hey we're here! Open up!" Rangiku cheerful voice rang around from outside as Kira was standing behind her with a tired expression.

"Hey! We just got started on dinner! Come on in!" (Your Name) welcomes them into her and Shuhei shared home.

It was Kira first time here, he took in the view. There was nothing really special that stood out to him except a few decor and a guitar in the living room. There was a few picture frame of the couple as they smiled to each other.

There was jealousy in the blonde lieutenant as he looked away from them and set a bottle of sake down he brought.

"Kira! Finally see you've been out of your own quarantine!" Shuhei greets him and pats him on the back.

"Slightly busy that's all." He tells the older man and smiles.

Rangiku sat down and cracked a sake open while they waited for dinner. She was in a cheerful mood today. "Oi we haven't been able to drink together in a while!" She tells Kira as he chuckles and gets himself a small cup.

"Likewise."

As him and Rangiku took small talk he could see in his peripheral version Shuhei and (Your Name) happily cooking together. There was small kisses stolen from each other as they were in sync.

"Dinner is served!" Shuhei yells placing down the rice, salmon and veggies along with miso soup to wash it down.

"Wow a chef in the house." Rangiku says as they all dug in.

"You guys started without us!" (Your Name) pouts noticing that two bottles of sake were already empty from Kira and the busty women sitting next to him.

"Ooo sorry that means y'all have to catch up!" She says as they poured themselves a cup.

Kira slightly smiles at (Your Name) cuteness as he took a bite of the fresh cooked fish. A part of him was thankful that it wasn't them three alone. He already didn't wanna talk much but the alcohol was kicking in and he was also thankful rangiku was there.

He didn't notice how hungry he was till a pair of chopsticks had put down a new piece of salmon in his bowl nonchalantly. It was (Your Name) as she was conversing with Rangiku about their new beauty routine with Shuhei listening and putting his input.

It felt like he was in the academy again, when he forgot to eat or wasn't eating enough (Your Name) was always feeding him and taking care of his health. The lieutenant knew she brought him out tonight so he could enjoy himself more.

"Thank you." He says as her flushed face smiles at him and went back to her conversation.

He blushed but it wasn't noticeable because of all the alcohol he already consumed.

"Kira you are particularly quiet for being drunk already!" Rangiku chimes in as he was lost for words.

"I- I am not drunk!"

"Sure you are! You finished 3 bottles alone already!" Shuhei laughs as he just groaned.

It was later in the night when it started to get rowdy, they all had a few to many as they were shouting to each other.

They were playing card games and gotten into it. They decided ride the bus because apparently kisuke had showed Rangiku a while back when she was in the human world. He told her it was a drinking game a lot of college students were doing so she wanted to hop on the trend.

"Kira you're on the bus so you have to keep drinking till you get these cards right!" She said as he took sips of the beer they had brought out for back up.

As he was drinking (Your Name) and Shuhei were cleaning a bit since it was getting messy.

Him and Rangiku were having to much fun that Shuhei retired for the because he had an early morning but he insisted on them staying and enjoying themselves.

By the time Kira won the card game he was sauced and couldn't walk in a straight line. He knew drinking with Rangiku was going to be a disaster.

"Did you want me to take him back?" He heard Rangiku ask (Your Name) as he was slumped on the table.

"It's okay, he can stay for the night. We work together anyways so I'll wake him up tomorrow." (Your Name) tells the older lady as she left for the night.

"Okay big boy, help me will ya." She tells Kira as she laid out a futon for him to sleep in comfortably.

He wrapped an arm around her waist as he walked towards the bed made on the floor. Tripping on his foot they fell over as she gasped.

"Kira you are crushing me!" She silently whispers so Shuhei wouldn't wake up from their shenanigans.

"Just let me hug you (Your Name)." He says breathlessly with his eyes closed. Kira wanted to enjoy this moment because he knew she could never be his.

"Kira?"

He looks down to her lips as she looked up to him innocently. A part of him didn't want to be the bad guy but what was so wrong with being bad once in a while.

He knew it was the alcohol bringing out everything he was holding in, he was going to regret his actions the next morning. Cupping her face he kissed her parted lips. It didn't help that she wrapped her legs around his waist as he groaned. Letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

She flipped him over so she sat on top, just when things were beginning to get spicy he opened his eyes and.

"KIRA IZURU! You wake up this instant now!" He heard a voice called out as he jumped out of bed and looked to his side to see a concern (Your Name) next to him. She sighed in relief and pushed his hair out of the way from his face.

"Are you dating Hisagi San?!" He asks quickly out of breath as she tilted her head and slightly smacks his forehead.

"Ow!"

"Hello! What were you dreaming about? I'm dating you stupid." She says as he calmed down a bit and laughs rubbing the back of his neck.

"It was just a dream, thank goodness."

(Your Name) looked confused as she jumped on top of Kira and laid her head on his chest.

"Whatever it was Izuru I'm always going to be yours." She says as he laid back down and rubbed her back. He was cheesing to himself to know (Your Name) wasn't going anywhere.

"I know, it was just a dream." He says as she kissed his lower lip and grinned.

"I love you, you know that."

"Of course, I love you too, always."

(Authors note: just a cute fluff I made! Have y'all seen Kira now! He's making me simp! noooo I already have my bleach bias and he's breaking it!)

#bleach #tite kubo #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #bleach oneshots #kira izuru #izuru kira #bleach kira

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photorose11 · 4 years

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Just Friends

I am actually proud of myself for writing another prompt, two days in a row. lol I am actually surprised I am posting this, I had a terrible day. The kind where you get home from work and want to bawl. It hasn’t been easy lately. But writing makes me happy and I was excited to share this. So, here is day ten of Ichiruki month. :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Bleach, bleh.

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“You’re staring, Rukia.”

The raven haired Shinigami looked over from her spot on the sofa to look at Rangiku Matsumoto who had a certain look in her eyes that Rukia simply could not ignore.

“I am not.” Rukia muttered, taking another sip of her drink, making sure to keep her eyes away from Ichigo this time. She heard her friend give a laugh beside her, Rukia looked over to see Rangiku bring her saki bottle to her lips with a grin on her face. Rukia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. What would the 10th Lieutenant know anyway with how intoxicated she was becoming.

Rukia looked around the room, spotting Ishida and Orihime in the corner of the living room discussing something. Orihime was waving her hands around dramatically, obviously telling Ishida something very exciting. Probably another cooking idea she had come up with. Rukia grinned at the look on the Quincy’s face, he seemed perfectly happy with listening to her.

Next Rukia saw Karin, Yuzu and Tōshirō sitting at the kitchen table. Karin showing Tōshirō how to play a certain card game which he was losing at, if the frown on his face was any indication. Isshin was behind Tōshirō, telling him something probably regarding the game.

Rukia’s gaze went back to Ichigo who was standing inside the entryway of the kitchen, surrounded by Chad, Keigo, Tatsuki and Mizuiro. Rukia assumed they were probably talking about what colleges they would be attending in a few months.

Rukia had not been surprised when Isshin had decided to throw Ichigo a graduation party, although she was a little surprised he was allowing them to drink alcohol. When she questioned him about it before the party, all he had said was that after everything his son and his friends had been through over the years, they were now grown adults.

‘They deserve to relax a little bit, after everything that’s happened. ‘

Rukia could not help but agree with him. As far as she could tell, Ichigo had grown very much in the last few years since she had met him. The last year had been especially hard on him, the Quincy War had taken a toll on all of them but him more then anyone else she knew.

He had stayed in Soul Society the first month after the war, recovering. When he had returned home, Rukia went with him and stayed for a week before returning back to Soul Society. He returned back to school to finish his last year of High School, while Rukia helped rebuild her Division and the Seireitei.

“You should tell him, you know.”

Rukia blinked, breaking out of her daze to turn and look at Rangiku who was smirking at her. Rukia took another sip of her drink before replying to her friend.

“Tell him what?”

Rangiku put an arm around Rukia’s shoulders, practically squishing her to her chest. Rukia scowled, trying to pull away before snatching the saki bottle of out her friends hands. Rangiku watched in amusement as Rukia re filled her cup, before leaning forward and whispered into Rukia’s ear.

“That you loooove him.”

If Rangiku had not grabbed the saki bottle back, Rukia would have dropped it on the floor. She was thankful in that moment but also completely flabbergasted at her friends words. She recovered quickly, taking a large gulp of her drink before settling back into the sofa.

“You’re delusional, Rangiku.”

“You’re in denial, Rukia.”

Said raven haired Shinigami was getting very sick of rolling her eyes. Did her friend even know what she was saying?

“Come on, Rukia. In a few months he will be going off to college. You may not get to see him as often anymore, and I really think now is the best time to tell him.”

Rukia scowled at her friends words. She hated that Rangiku was right. But she knew that she could not tell Ichigo. It wouldn’t be fair to him, or to her. They were from two completely different worlds. She refused to hold him back from living his life. She loved him to much to do that to him.

“We’re just friends.” Rukia said softly, sipping at her drink again. Rangiku looked over, seeing the sad look in Rukia’s eyes. Laying a hand of Rukia’s shoulder, she spoke.

“But you want to be more, and I can bet you he does too. Do you even notice the way he looks at you?”

Rukia gave her friend a questioning look before shaking her head in reply. Rangiku only smiled softly at her before looking towards where Ichigo was. A grin overcame her face.

“Well he’s giving you that look right now.”

Rukia wasn’t sure why, but Rangiku’s words made a chill run down her spine. She could feel Ichigo looking at her, she desperately wanted to know what look Rangiku was talking about.

Before Rukia could think further about it, she stood up before finishing the rest of her drink and handing the now empty cup to Rangiku. Said friend lifted an eyebrow at her in question.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

With that she walked to the stairs, making her way up the steps; the whole time feeling Ichigo’s gaze still set on her until she vanished out of his view.

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By the time Rukia made it to the bathroom, and splashed some cold water on her face; she realized she may have drank a little to much saki. This was the first time drinking in her Gigai and after almost tripping when she entered the bathroom she realized with horror that compared to drinking in Soul Society, her Gigai was making her a lightweight. She was grateful she at least wasn’t seeing double.

As she stood in front of the bathroom sink, she gripped the counter; thinking over what Rangiku had said. Rangiku had first confronted her about Ichigo as soon as she had made it back to Soul Society after he had returned back home. Rukia had ignored all her questions, only saying the one thing she had told her downstairs.

‘We’re just friends.’

The more Rukia thought about it, the more it felt like a lie. Rukia had felt a change in her relationship with Ichigo as soon as the war had ended. As she had watched him recover the first few weeks after, she had been terrified for him. She had hurt for him. Her soul had been in turmoil with feelings that were confusing at the time and still were.

When he had first woken up after the war, she had been right there beside him. They were both shocked when she cried, as soon as he had said her name after opening his eyes for the first time since the war had ended. To her surprise, he had cried too.

It was a defining moment in their relationship. One Rukia had not stopped thinking about since it had happened. Ever since then there had been a gradually slow shift in their relationship. They still bickered, they still got annoyed with one another; but being around him now felt different. It felt more intimate, more meaningful.

Looking in the mirror, she wondered if he felt it too. Giving a sigh, she ran her fingers through her hair before smoothing down her dress. She gave another sigh, feeling extremely conflicted with what to do. It was frustrating her. Considering she was drunk, her frustration was heightened.

It made her want to scream.

Cursing under her breath, she quickly opened the bathroom door; and gave a sudden yelp when she ran into something. She blinked, noticing a chest in front of her. Realizing she had ran into someone she looked up and met eyes with none other then Ichigo.

Rukia really wanted to scream in frustration.

‘Of course this would happen.’ She thought inwardly, trying to stop the blush she felt forming on her cheeks.

Ichigo looked down at her, his face flushed; probably from the saki.

“Hey. I was just checking on you, you’ve been in there awhile.”

His voice came out husky, much to Rukia’s dread.

‘Why must he sound like that when I’m intoxicated and conflicted?’

Rukia cleared her throat, fidgeting with her hands before looking back up at Ichigo, giving him a grateful smile.

“I’m okay. Just a little dizzy, I think I may have had to much Saki.” She said somewhat in embarrassment. He gave her an incredulous look before grinning down at her.

“Even with how tiny you are I never pictured Rukia Kuchiki as a lightweight.” He said in a teasing tone. Rukia’s blush deepened, as she rolled her eyes before looking off to the side.

“I’m usually not. I think it’s this damn Gigai.” She muttered in annoyance, becoming even more annoyed when Ichigo threw his head back and laughed. Scowling at him, she reached out and poked him hard in the stomach yet it did not faze him.

“I guess we can be lightweights together then. I struggled just making it up the stairs.” He said in clear embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her eyes. Rukia could only smile at that.

It became silent then, as they stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Rukia could feel the tension in the air growing, and her heart skipped a beat when he reached out one of his hands to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand slowly moving down her arm, to take her hand in his. Rukia realized then that he must be drunk if he’s being this touchy. Ichigo Kurosaki was never touchy.

“I have something to give you.” He said with a smile on his face, as he led her to his bedroom. She followed,her hand still in his. Once in his bedroom, he led her to his bed, motioning for her to sit. He let go of her hand, moving to his desk to open a drawer and pulled out a small box. He sat next to her on the bed, hesitating at first before telling her to lay her hands out palm upwards. She did as he asked, and he laid the small box in her hands.

Rukia looked at it, it was a simple black box. Rukia’s curiosity rose when she glanced over at Ichigo, seeing his face slightly red. He rolled his eyes, as she looked back down at it.

“Open it, Midget.”

Rukia couldn’t help but notice the smile in his voice but also something else. Nervousness?

She opened the box, and saw a key inside attached to a key ring. Also attached to it was a small Chappy keychain which Rukia instantly found adorable. She set the box down beside her on the bed, pulling the key ring out as she held it in her hands.

“What is this for?” She asked softly. The room was silent as she turned her head to look at Ichigo, another chill running down her spine as her violent eyes met his. There was something intense about the way he was looking at her.

‘Is this the look Rangiku had been talking about?’

“It’s a spare key to my dorm room at the University. I’m moving into a newer building, I’ll be the first person to be living in that room so they already sent me a key for it. I wanted you to have one so I made a copy for you.” He said softly as he stared back at her.

Rukia blinked, feeling her throat tighten at his words. It was something so simple, yet it made her want to cry. It was such a sweet gesture for him to do for her. She broke her gaze from his, running her finger over the key before admiring the Chappy key chain.

“I know you have your own life in Soul Society and I know you’ve been really busy since the war ended. I know.. that I won’t get to see you as often anymore once I leave for college but I want you to know you’re always welcome to visit me; when you have the time. Even if you just need to get away from Soul Society for a bit and to take a break, I want you to know that you’re always welcome.”

After his somewhat long explanation, Rukia couldn’t stop the smile that was tugging at her lips nor could she stop the tears from forming in her eyes. Even if she had not been drunk, this would still make her want to cry. Rukia’s heart felt full. Running her fingers over the key and Chappy key chain again, Rukia knew what she wanted.

It wasn’t just ‘being friends’ with him.

The realization made her heart race and more tears gather in her eyes.

Ichigo leaned down, trying to see her face. He saw a smile, but was nervous with how silent she was being. It was very unlike Rukia.

“Ichigo... this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Rukia whispered through her tears, before looking up at him. His eyes widened when he saw the tears in her eyes.

“Hey, why are you crying? Don’t cry.” He said concerned, reaching a hand out to wipe her tears away.

“I can’t help it, fool.” She whispered, as she smiled up at him. His hand stilled on her cheek as he gazed down at her.

“Why would you do this for me?” She asked him gently, breaking their gaze to look back down at the key ring in her hand.

“What do you mean why? You’re my best friend.” He said it in a way that made Rukia realize he was definitely nervous. Ichigo was not the kind of person to randomly do things such as this for someone. So why her?

She looked back up at him to see him rubbing his neck nervously, looking away from her. He still had his hand on her cheek, until she gently laid a hand over his and put it down to rest between them. She kept her hand in his. Wrapping her other hand around the key chain, she stared at their intertwined hands as Ichigo did the same. The tension was back, this time much stronger. She was sure he noticed it too.

“Thank you so much, Ichigo. This means so much to me.” Her words came out so softly, Ichigo couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at the tone in her voice. She sounded happy, but also a little but sad.

Before he could reply back, Rukia stood up suddenly; her hand leaving his. He watched her walk over to the closet, laying a hand over the closet door before turning around and giving him a coy smile.

“Will I still have my own comfy closet to sleep in?” He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face.

“You can have the closet, midget.”

Rukia smiled wide at his answer, watching as he stood up and stretched; walking over to her.

“Can I decorate your dorm room with Chappy?” She asked excitedly. He gave her a deadpanned expression, but couldn’t help but grin at her facial expression. She was particularly adorable when she became excited, definitely when it was over Chappy the rabbit.

“Three Chappy items, tops.” He said, pointing a finger at her. She gave a small laugh, before taking a step closer to him. He silently watched her movements, as she gently took his hand in hers again.

“I’m really proud of you.”

“Rukia..”

The room became silent again, as he stared down at her. Her head was bowed, only a few inches away from his chest. He really wanted to bring her closer. To hold her.

He did not want her to leave back to Soul Society.

Before he could move, Rukia lifted her head up; smiling softly at him. The tears were back in her eyes, it made his chest hurt.

“We should head back downstairs before anyone starts looking for us.” She said gently, before letting go of his hand and turning towards the bedroom door. He watched her turn away from him, and he knew.

He couldn’t let her walk away.

Not with things like this.

She was his best friend, but Ichigo wondered if she suspected how much he truly did care for her. How much he loved her. How much he didn’t want to ever let her go.

It happened in slow motion for Ichigo.

Putting caution to the wind, he reached his hand back out to grab hers, twirling her around. His other hand went to the side of her face as he leaned down and kissed her, before she could say a word.

To his surprise, it wasn’t awkward. Even though it was his first kiss. He felt her grip his hand tight as she deepened the kiss, her hand still holding onto the key ring went to his chest but she did not push away. Her fingers curled around his shirt, bringing him closer.

A moment later, she slowly broke the kiss and took in a deep breath before opening her violet eyes to look up into his. She gaped at him, trying to form words.

“What-“

“You are my best friend, Rukia. But you’re more then that. You’re so much more then just a friend.”

They stared at one another for a long moment before a smile appeared on Rukia’s face, as her grip on the front of his shirt tightened.

“I know.”

It was only two words, but he understood. He smirked as she leaned up to kiss him, as his arm wrapped around her waist; bringing her closer to him. To his amusement he was almost lifting her off of her feet, as her hand left his; her arm wrapping around his neck.

He did not want to ever let her go.

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It had been twenty minutes since Ichigo had gone upstairs to check on Rukia, and Rangiku was beyond curious at what was taking him so long. She gave a smirk at the suspicion she had in her head, before moving to the stairs; saki bottle still in hand. No one noticed her move up the stairs, everyone to entertained by Karin beating Tōshirō against the card game.

Once up the stairs, she slowly walked to Ichigo’s bedroom seeing the light on. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she made it to the doorway, peaking her head in slowly to find her two friends very close, much to close...

Her eyes widened as she slapped a hand over her mouth upon witnessing Ichigo move Rukia against the closet door. Before she could comprehend what she was witnessing, she quickly reached for the door handle and silently closed the bedroom door.

This was certainly private.

The Lieutenant could barely hold in her laughter once the door was closed, before turning away and walking down the hallway; a grin on her face.

‘Just friends, huh Rukia?’

Once walking down the stairs, she couldn’t hold in her laughter anymore.

She was rather excited to have a certain conversation with Rukia tomorrow, that entailed her asking Rukia again if her and Ichigo were really ‘just friends’.

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unohanadaydreams · 4 years

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Can I request Izuru headcanons? Flirting, relationship nsfw anything my boi gets hardly any love snsjsks

I’m doing Izuru falling in love and trying to flirt but like….Well, he tries. And it’s cute.

Kira Izuru:

Maybe you’re in his line of sight more often by happenstance or maybe you’ve acted upon your feelings to approach him more. Either way, he finds himself turning when you enter a room. Bursting at the seams to speak to you. Disappointed when you leave. He is guileless in his desire to be near you.

Whether it be poetry or intricate designs of string, he’s always been adept at using his hands to create beauty. And suddenly he sees your luminous smile directed toward one of his creations. It blows him away that he could create that too. In the beginning, he’s dreaming up aspects about you that might not exist—creating encounters in his head and carrying those feelings to the real you.

It’s a quiet awe, his blooming feelings. His first approaches are hardly flirting–they aren’t even physical. He reaches through his haikus. Through his weekly serial. He might scold himself for being too cowardly to do more. But you’re his muse now. And he finds immortalizing you on paper, in his own way, more romantic than an offer for drinks.

It takes him weeks to gather gumption enough to initiate a conversation. And still, he hides behind his hobbies. He offers to show you the art of folding and twisting red string into flowers between your hands. At one point you mess up, your pinky twisting where it should have let go. You laugh, apologizing for ruining the design. Face pink, he insists it’s fine. His breath catches at the sight of your finger and his twisted in a soft, red line of fate.

After that, he starts to realize how poorly he’s doing when comes to wooing you. Suddenly, he is melancholy and all attempts to vent through art turn into hours staring at blank paper. He meditates. He trains. He starts to dread your presence, now hyper aware that he is falling in love with a real, breathing person who has the ability to inflict wounds both physical and emotional.

A bottle of sake deep, he admits to Rangiku and Shuhei his romantic affliction, as though it’s a condition he’s been diagnosed with. It doesn’t take much to bully your name from his lips. And even less for him to agree to a Rangiku Approved ™ game plan as Shuhei hypes up her every suggestion.

Sober, the plan is more intimidating. Izuru’s thoughts are buzzing mosquitoes sucking the confidence from him. He can’t follow through. He jots down a sloppy poem, asking you on a date, and leaves it for you to find–slipped under your door. The entire walk home is plagued with worst case scenarios and he flees to the training grounds, desperately wanting to be mindless.

Izuru’s willingness to reveal his adour for you skyrockets when he knows you feel the same. All the flirting that one would expect before dating lands, even if late on arrival. He’s simply a friend to lover kind of soul, you see.

He excels at the arts and romance certainly counts as one. Even if his displays are more subdued, you won’t ever wonder where his feelings lie or if it’s something other than his heart that he’s laid at your feet. He tucks flowers behind your ear, slides a folded letter into the stack of paperwork you’re carrying, shows up at lunch with a beautifully packed bento and a mellow smelling candle, like a ghost. He haunts you with his love.

The more time you spend with another, the more his defenses melt under your attention. Suddenly he’s asking your thoughts on a poet he dislikes, one who’s had plenty to say about his own work. Gleefully, he tears each line apart, egged on by your bursts of laughter as you share a bottle of wine. Other times, you’ll shiver under his attentive touches and a cocky slant will pull at his lips, followed by teasing. Actual gasp-inducing teasing.

Rangiku, Shuhei, Renji, and Momo will be constant bystanders to the relationship in the beginning, of course. Poking and prodding at Izuru’s pace while measuring you up from time to time. There’s only so much heart break a tender poet can take. And they won’t stand for signs of ill intent.

#kira izuru #izuru kira #bleach #imagines #bleach imagines #ashnikko voice: IMMM SHYYYYY #except he really is #Izuru would ABSOLUTELY run an imagines blog are you KIDDING ME #he's stuck in his head and then he's immediately stuck on you

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canariie · 4 years

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A Babysitting Misadventure

Rating: K+ for all the fluff

Synopsis: Momo Hinamori didn’t quite know what she was in for when she was tasked to take care of Ichika.

Characters/Pairings: Hitsuhina (of course!), a little Renruki and our favourite squad 10 vice captain Rangiku Matsumoto

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Notes: This is for @tinaillustrations as part of the Hitsuhina 2020 Exchange! I really was in between this and another fic but I love domestic fluff so this won out haha. It has been years since I have written fanfiction so I hope you enjoy it! I know I’m a little rusty but I cannot wait to share more with the Hitsuhina community! :)

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Momo Hinamori was having a good day. She had finished the work that Hirako-taicho had left her before he went to visit Hiyori-san in the Living World. She was almost done reading the book that Nanao had let her borrow. And it wasn’t even past noon.

She stretched her arms in front of her. “I can’t wait to take a break!” She was just about to get started on another pile of documents when all of a sudden the door crashed open—Renjii stood panting, with a crazed expression and a baby carrier in his hand.

“Hinamori!” His eyes filled with relief. “I am so glad you’re here!”

The brown-haired girl walked up to him. “Abarai-kun, what’s wrong? Why are you out of breath?” She bent down to look at baby Ichika who was sound asleep, in deep contrast to her father.

“Rukia—emergency— mission—,” he huffed, “distress call—I need to go!” He only had the strength to force out short phrases as he seemed at the point of collapsing.

Momo looked at him with great sympathy. “You must go then!” She looked down at Ichika. “But why do you need me…?”

He grabbed her shoulders. “You’re a girl— you can take care of her!”

“What!” Momo exclaimed. “Abarai-kun!” But it was too late, the red headed vice-captain had already shunpoed away. Only baby Ichika fast asleep in her carrier remained as proof that the last 2 minutes really occurred.

The petite vice-captain sighed in exasperation, her side bangs fluttering away from her face.

“Mou…what am I going to do now?”

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Momo wasn’t worried—yet. She had spent some time with playing with Ichika when both Renjii and Rukia were around. However, she had never taken care of the baby by herself. Glancing down at the carrier she placed on a seat next to her desk, Momo felt an apprehension in the pit of her stomach.

Well, Ichika-chan is still sleeping, so I should take advantage of the opportunity to work.

Momo busied herself and was in the midst of starting the third pile when a high pitch wail spooked her out of her chair.

“Oh no, Ichika!” Momo picked up the crying baby, immediately trying to console her. She hopped from side to side, in attempt to soothe her but Ichika did not quiet. She quickly looked around in the back of the carrier for anything that would help but couldn’t find anything. Ichika continued to wail and Momo felt her heart break.

“Mou, I need help!” At her wits end, Momo grabbed the carrier in one hand and ran out of the office. She was sure that she looked like a comical sight with a crying baby in tow, but she was determined to find someone to help.

However, as she made it through the divisions, she kept on hitting dead ends. At the first division, Nanao was out on errands, delivering paperwork for the upcoming meeting. At the third division, Captain Rose answered the door with a wary glance at the crying baby, but informed her that Kira was out on a mission. Momo had then stopped by the fourth division but Isane was out in the fields doing healing training.

And even though Momo was slowing down, Ichika continued to cry loudly, inciting shinigami to look at the two with pity. How could one small baby have so much energy to cry? She was so tired that she felt like she could collapse right then and there from all the running.

“Hinamori?”

Momo turned. “Rangiku-san!” The blonde was coming out of her quarters, hair unkempt and rubbing her eyes from sleep. Momo had never seen Matsumoto so not put together—but she was the only person so far who seemed to be available to help. “I am so glad to see you!” Momo exclaimed.

“Well, I can’t say I’m glad to hear you!” Matsumoto covered her ears. “Why’s Ichika-chan crying?”

“I don’t know!” Momo cried. “I’ve been trying to calm her down but nothing is working! Abarai-kun left me with just her carrier so I can’t even do anything!” To add to the point, Ichika seemed to cry even louder.

“Well that won’t do,” Rangiku muttered. “Hmm…I think I have something that might help.” She disappeared and Momo could hear some noises coming from inside. Shortly after Matsumoto appeared with a baby bottle full of milk. “Here, I found some milk in the fridge inside.”

Momo took the bottle gratefully but stopped. “Why do you have a baby bottle?” she asked dubiously.

“It was for a drinking game,” Matsumoto responded dismissively. Momo raised her eyebrow but thought better to ask further. She gestured the bottle to Ichika who eagerly latched on and drank, closing her eyes to sleep again.

Momo sighed in relief. “Ahh, it worked! Thank you so much Rangiku-san!” But Momo looked up and the blonde was already gone. Momo would have been insulted if she weren’t so relieved that Ichika had finally quieted down.

Knowing that there was only one more person she could ask for help, she quickly set out with the sleeping baby in tow.

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Toushiro Hitsugaya was having a decent day. He slept well the night before and had woken up early to train. He had already completed his stacks of paperwork and was reviewing the report for his meeting with Captain Commander later in the day. It was also far more productive than he could say for his vice-captain who was conveniently late to work though it was far past noon.

He was just skimming the report when he heard the door slide open quickly.

“Hitsugaya-kun! Would it be alright if I stayed here?” Momo asked.

“I have to work,” he responded, not missing a beat and continued reading.

“But Hitsugaya-kun, I need your help!” At this, Toushiro looked up and was surprised to see how frazzled his childhood friend looked. Her hair stuck out in a disarray and she had an urgent look in her eyes. Then he noticed the sleeping baby in her arms.

“Why do you have Ichika?”

“Abarai-kun had to go help Rukia-san on her mission! He left Ichika-chan to me but didn’t give me any of her toys or baby bottles! She started to cry and I tried to soothe her but she wouldn’t stop—only until she drank something! Now she’s asleep but I don’t know when she’ll wake up next!” she exclaimed, clearly at her limit. “I’ve been holding her for so long that I haven’t been able to use the restroom!”

“You couldn’t have asked anyone else to help?” He raised an eyebrow, not used to seeing her so out of sorts.

“I tried! I really did!” Momo cried out. “Hirako-taicho went to the living world, Kira’s on a mission, Nanao-san was busy with paperwork and I asked Rangiku-san.” She sighed dejectedly. “But she left me.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Toushiro responded dryly. Momo looked at him pleadingly, to which he sighed. “Fine, you can stay here.”

She felt an immense wave of relief wash over her. “Yes! Thank you so much Shiro-chan!”

“Hinamori! Enough with that nick name!” he grumbled, crossing his arms, looking off to the side.

“I’m sorry Hitsugaya-kun,” she looked up at him through her eye lashes, with the full intention of softening his annoyance. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” She smiled sweetly for extra effort knowing that her childhood friend could never stay mad at her for too long.

Toushiro’s cheeks warmed up. “Whatever, you’re welcome” he muttered.

Then it hit her. “Ah, Hitsugaya-kun! Can you hold her for a second? I’m going to go use the restroom!”

“Me?” he sputtered. “Hinamori, I have never held an infant in my life.”

She was already handing the sleeping Ichika to the white-haired captain’s reluctant open arms. “Don’t worry! You’ll get the hang of it! Just make sure to support her neck and let her head rest on our shoulder…and hold your arm underneath.” Momo adjusted his arms and hands. “There! You’re good to go!”

Toushiro was most certainly not comfortable at all. He looked like he was staring at a tiny hollow on his shoulder, his turquoise eyes filled with apprehension.

“Hinamori, I don’t think this is a good idea…” He looked up and realized she was already gone. He sighed and sat down on the couch, making sure to watch baby Ichika who was fast asleep despite a seemingly uncomfortable position.

It really was the first time that he had seen a baby so close. He adjusted his arms so he could see her face clearly. She really does look like Kuchiki...

Toushiro remembered how enamored Hinamori and Matsumoto had been with the baby when she was just born. They had all visited the squad 13 vice-captain after she had given birth and was resting at home. Abarai had sat behind her the whole time, supporting her up on the futon. Toushiro couldn’t believe how wrinkled the baby looked, but both Abarai and the young Kuchiki’s gazes down were nothing short of full of love. He glanced to the side to see Momo staring at the trio affectionately, and Toushiro couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking.

“Hitsugaya-kun?”

He turned to see Hinamori’s face looking down at Ichika with the same look as before. She had settled herself nicely next to him and was smiling to herself. “You got it!” she whispered gently. Momo smiled up at him. “See, I told you, you could do it!”

Toushiro felt his ears go hot. “H-Here you take her!” He lifted the baby off of him and onto Momo who quickly opened her arms. “Ahh, be careful Hitsugaya-kun!” Momo adjusted her position, but it was no use as Ichika started to stir. A look of confusion and fear passed by her face as she didn’t recognize the unfamiliar surroundings. Ichika’s bottom lip trembled and Momo felt the baby’s reiatsu hitch before she proceeded to wail again—and if possible, louder than before.

“Shiro-chan, I don��t know what to do!” Momo cradled Ichika in her arms, turning from side to side quickly in hopes to calm the baby down. But it was futile as the small baby howled, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks.

“Ichika,” he spoke with quiet authority.

The baby opened its violet eyes as Toushiro leaned over her and started moving his index finger, almost as if he were writing in the air. A blue light started to glow around his hand and suddenly dancing figures of ice emerged. Ichika’s wailing quieted to a coo as she watched the ice figures dance through the air and flutter down in front of her.

Momo stared in awe at Toushiro sitting next to her. Though they were shoulder to shoulder and he was releasing his reiatsu, she couldn’t feel the bite of the cold. She knew it had to do with him controlling his power so it wouldn’t harm her or the baby—that thought warmed her inside.

The ice sprites moved closer to settle on her arms, walking up to move closer to Ichika before disappearing in snow sparkles. The baby gurgled in excitement and reached a little fist to touch the snow.

She then pushed herself forward suddenly and Momo had to tighten her hold so she wouldn’t slip out of her arms. Toushiro sensed this and draped an arm on the couch behind the petite vice-captain so that she and Ichika were supported by his chest. At the back of her mind she registered she was so close to her childhood friend that she could feel the tickle of his hair on her cheek.

The show continued with Toushiro conjuring new characters and figures that enchanted baby Ichika with wonder. The exhaustion from her crying soon slowly overcame her as her eyelids fluttered close again.

“How did you do that Shiro-chan?” Momo whispered softly, as to not disturb the quietness of the moment.

Toushiro shrugged his shoulders, eyes still focused on the now drowsy baby. “I figured that Kuchiki-fuukutaicho would have created something out of ice for Ichika whenever they played together—knowing her penchant for Chappy.” He let out a smile. “She probably just misses her mom.”

“You’re amazing Shiro-chan.”

He turned to retort at her, but stopped at the look of admiration in her eyes.

“Hinamori…”

The two friends both looked down when Ichika started mumbling “Kaa-chan” before settling into a deep snooze. They both unconsciously smiled together.

Momo don’t know how long she and Toushiro sat there watching in quiet fascination at the sleeping baby in her arms. They both didn’t say anything, too wary of disturbing this rare peaceful moment. And though the neither of them had ever dealt with a newborn baby like this, it just felt right.

Momo was so focused on holding Ichika she didn’t notice Toushiro curl his arm around her to tuck her closer to him and that he moved his face towards her’s.

“Captain?”

The two broke apart to see Matsumoto staring at them, which made Momo wonder how long she had been standing there. There was a knowing look in her grey-blue eyes and a soft smile on her face.

“We have to leave in a couple minutes for the meeting with Captain General Kyoraku.”

Toushiro cleared his throat and removed his arm from Momo, which she realized that she missed right away.

“Right, Matsumoto.” He looked away trying to regain his composure. “We’ll leave soon.”

“I should go as well,” Momo said softly, as to not wake baby Ichika and to avoid Toushiro and Matsumoto’s stares. “Thank you for your help Hitsugaya-kun.” She placed the sleeping child in the carrier before hurrying herself off the couch. “I’ll see you both later,” she quickly said as she dashed out leaving the 10th division officers behind.

Once the fifth vice-captain left, Matsumoto turned around slowly with a smirk on her face and raised eyebrow. “Did you enjoy your time with Hinamori-chan?” her voice dripping with implications.

Toushiro straightened his captain’s robe before pushing himself up and brushed past Matsumoto into the hallway. “Let’s not be late Matsumoto,” he said ignoring her previous statement.

“Don’t think this is over Captain! We must discuss this afterwards! I want to hear all the details!”

“There’ll be no such thing,” he replied shortly.

“Well, I think you might want to considering what I have…”

He turned to her as she dropped her soul pager in his hand, walking past with a confident gait. She winked as she looked over her shoulder. “I think you’ll want to save that photo.”

In confusion, he looked down at the photo on the small screen and his turquoise eyes widened. For on the screen was an image of a smiling Momo, gazing adoringly at baby Ichika, tucked in Toushiro’s arms. What shocked him was the soft look on his face directed at Momo. Though there was plenty of room for them on the tiny couch, they were so close together that it looked like a young couple and their child—he could feel his ears heat up.

“Don’t worry Captain, I’ll send it to you later,” Matsumoto called sweetly.

Toushiro huffed. Not that he cared.

But she had better send that picture to him later.

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Author’s Notes: I hope you enjoyed! I had the end part in my head for days but it took my some time to start it and flesh out the middle.

There’ll be more in the future :)

#hitsuhina #Hitsugaya Toushiro #toshiro hitsugaya #hinamori momo #momo hinamori #hitsuhina exchange #canariie: my fics #hitsugaya x hinamori #bleach fanfiction #also excuse any typos or misspellings as i tried to wrap this up in time!#hitsuhina exchange 2020

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hajike · 4 years

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hitsuhina: Forecast

For: alexiethymia for the hitsuhina gift exchange! Feel free to check it out on AO3 too :)

Words: 2.3k

Notes: Set post-manga ending and based off your lovely headcanon -

-Renji, once when he was really drunk, consolingly put his hand on Hitsugaya’s shoulder as if to say he understood. Hitsugaya’s ensuing glare could freeze his soul and he then realized that it was only because he was Hinamori’s friend that he wasn’t cut down on the spot.

Whatever had happened on the trip to and back from the 6th Division’s Senkaimon had apparently completely rattled Renji’s brain. Somewhere along the way to return Ichigo and his friends to the Human world after the wedding reception, Renji had taken whatever speck of common sense he had and promptly tossed it out with the last pathetic remnants of his self preservation.

Or maybe, Toshiro reasoned, they had gotten attacked by some remaining Quincy. Or Arrancar. Or even bloody Captain Mayuri looking to test out his new toys on some unsuspecting idiots idiots. Hell, maybe this wasn’t even Renji, maybe this was some Reigi clone, because the real Renji would know better than to—

“—keep holding strong, Captain Hitsugaya! The bond between you two is strong, stronger after everything, just like ours! Happiness is still in reach!”

Toshiro eyed the arm firmly draped over his shoulder with no small measure of disgust. Renji appeared oblivious to it. The vice captain’s other hand was frantically wiping the horrid mix of tears and snot streaming from his face as he kept choking out, “I know, Captain Hitsugaya, that if you persevere! If you persevere, you too will be in my position one day, joined together with your childhood—“

The small bit of reiatsu that leaked out of him was enough to freeze the sake cups before them solid. As well as a good portion of the mess on Renji’s face, along with part of his hakama sleeve. “Ah! My nose! What—“

Renji lifted his slightly frostbitten head to meet Toshiro's stare and froze. What little of a drunken flush he had left quickly bled into a look of deep regret. Ah, the poor man had sobered up some. Enough, at least, to realize that it was only the smallest of margins that kept him still able to use his extremities, margins that included the fact he was a vice-captain of the Gotei 13, that he had imbibed enough sake to not be completely in control of his motor functions, as well as the most important—

“Oh, Renji! Congratulations again!” Momo’s voice echoed through the bar, even through the din of Rangiku appearing to be challenging Captain Kensei to another drinking game in an effort to keep him from dragging away his already unconscious lieutenants away. Pour souls.

Toshiro forced himself to pay some attention to the ensuing scuffle, even as his childhood friend smiled across the table, her face beaming with a drunken flush and pure joy. Joy currently directed at the man putting careful distance between him, rubbing at the icicles that still clung to his nose.

Renji’s face was lit up in relief at her arrival. “Momo! Just in time!”

Toshiro shot him a sharp look just as Momo blinked. “Eh?”

Renji darted looks between the both of them - Toshiro’s face blackened with impending doom and Momo’s slight confused smile, one of her hands brushing back a small strand of hair that had fallen from her intricate bun. The newlywed's mouth opened and closed, once, twice, and just as Toshiro was rather sure the man was about to stick his foot in it—

Rukia slid in neatly beside him at the head of the table, her arm linking with his. Her face was a mask of polite geniality of the Kuchiki variety. “Ah, my apologies Captain Hitsugaya and Vice Captain Hinamori! I’m sure what my husband meant to say was, how glad he was that the two of you could make it to our reception! And with everything seeming to wrap up, you’re both just in time to give last congratulations.”

It was a shoddy deception but effective, Toshiro had to admit. Momo’s face immediately brightened at seeing the now married pair. Renji was staring at his wife like she was Bodhisattva come again. Although, to be fair, it wasn’t a far cry from how he typically looked at her so there was every chance he had already forgotten the precarious position his loose lips had put him in.

“Rukia! Rukia, we’re married! In the marriage registry! Together!”

Definitely. He’d definitely forgotten. And gotten sidetracked enough that he was gushing about his wife again, same as when he’d first sat down next to Toshiro. Although now she had appropriately substituted in as his arm rest, thank the frozen heavens. Rukia’s answering smile as she leaned into his shoulder was full of amusement and a near overflowing affection. “Yea, Renji. I was there.”

Toshiro couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Renji’s answering cheer, knowing it was only the fact he’d frozen the sake in his cup that it didn’t spill all over the inebriated man and his now wife. Although Rukia probably wouldn’t have minded much, not with the lovestruck look on her face from her husband’s excitement.

The soft moment was interrupted by a sudden hiccup, following by the sound of high pitched sob. Ah, Toshiro noted with a wry smile, crybaby Momo strikes again.

“Rukia, Renji…I’m so happy you’re together!” She was looking at the linked pair of Vice Captains with tears streaming down her cheeks, frantically wiping at an eye with the corner of her kimono. “So..hic…happy!”

Toshiro frowned. Ah, she was gonna mess up the sleeve. Rangiku had gushed about the kimono to him earlier, calling her one of her best selections apart from her own peony patterned one, selections that had taken a good half a day longer than the time off she’d gotten approved for. He’d complained as much as expected, but it hadn’t been that much of a chore taking over the paperwork. Not when they’d both returned flush faced and grinning over the spoils of their fabric battle, sharing excited giggles and promises to visit that draper’s again. And besides, paperwork actually got done faster without Rangiku there to stuff the longer forms in the back of her cabinet.

Momo’s own kimono pattern was dotted with peach blossoms and was a soft blue that left the whiteish pink petals as a striking contrast. A far cry from the dull brown she’d used to favor in their youth. Then again, it had been some time since he’d even seen her with a new kimono. Or new anything.

Resolving to give Rangiku some leeway the next time she insisted on rushing off for another girl’s shopping spree in the human realm, Toshiro jumped in, “Stupid Momo. Aren’t you the one who told them they had to have a wedding ceremony? Now you’re going to spend the entire time crying?”

She sniffed in response. “I can’t help it! It’s so wonderful! After everything, it feels like my heart is boiling over in excitement!”

“Eh? You sure it ain’t just the entire bottle of fruit sake you finished on your own?”

“Shiro! I did not!

He shrugged, leaning on an elbow. “Right, right. Your zanpaktou must have just evaporated it, huh?”

Momo puffed out her cheeks, ready to snap back just like her sword’s release, only for a crash from the other end of the bar to take their attention. For heaven’s sake. Toshiro groaned. He took his eyes off Vice Captain for five seconds and this.

Apparently Captain Kensei was not at all as straight laced as he had been led to believe. Or maybe he still didn’t understand exactly why it was that no one ever accepted a drinking battle with the Vice Captain Matsumoto. Toshiro had seen members of the eleventh division clear a path for her the day after one particular competition, one where he’d heard on good sources that both Madarame and Yumichika had needed to be sent to the fourth after. Commander Kyōraku was one of the few that could keep up with her, although with his new duties he hadn’t had much time…which might explain why Rangiku was currently trying to induct Kensei into her drunken circle.

“Ha! You’re just on three? I’m on four, Captain of the Ninth, four! Four whole bottles of sake!”

Mashiro had woken up from her slumber, although not necessary her stupor, to cheer her captain on. “Waa, Kensei! You’re losing, you’re really losing! Your super lieutenant is so disappointed!”

Hisagi slurred next to her, “Your super-duper lieutenant is still here for you, Captain!”

Red faced and swaying a little, Rangiku still shot him a look, “Ah, Shuuhei, you’re really rooting against me? I’m hurt! Our drinking relationship means nothing to you, huh?”

“Oi, don’t try and turn my vice captain against me,” Kensei growled, eyes narrowed and barely supporting himself on the table with a hand. “Loyalty is everything in the ninth! Right, Hisagi!”

“Ah, no, I mean,” Hisagi waved his hands around, “As your vice captain I’m rooting for you, Captain! By as a friend I’m also rooting for Rangiku! Not that I don’t see Captain as a friend, I—“

“Wait, how many bottles?” Rukia leapt from her seat, yelling out, "Idiots, we’re covering this one, you’re gonna use up all our gift money!”

Renji, who had apparently been relying on his wife to sit up straight, cursed as he started to slip sideways. Toshiro watched with amusement as Momo struggled to catch him before he broke his head open on the table. He kicked away the leg of an already passed out Kira before she tripped on it, ignoring the way the man drunkenly groaned and rolled over, cuddling a sake bottle to his chest.

Rangiku was absolutely unashamed facing the new bride. “Ah, ah, already tight with the purse! Just ask your brother, I’m such Captain Kuchiki would love to assist his lovely little sister!”

“Like hell I’m asking my older brother to cover you drunkards! I’m taking this out of the seventh and tenth division budgets, don’t think I won’t!” Rukia shot back.

Rangiku puffed up, pumping a fist holding a sake cup in the air. “Too bad! Captain already cut my expenses off from the division! Besides, I have! No money! Hah!”

“Wow,” Mashiro said, eyes wide and nursing another sake bottle. “You say that so proudly, Rangiku! Amazing!”

Kensei looked at them with a stricken face. “Wait…am I on the hook for this? Dammit, you evil witch! You’re worse than Lisa!”

Beside him, Momo laughed, light and free. Toshiro couldn’t help but tear his eyes away from the developing scene again to watch her. She’d managed to balance Renji before he hit the table, which was good, although the man had already broken free to cheer his wife on in her berating of their drunkard friends. Quite loudly, if he might add. Momo seemed none too put off by it, her laugh only growing louder as Renji offered to back Rukia up in beating the sake out of them. Toshiro barely registered the noise, attention entirely fixed onto his childhood friend.

It’d been…a long time since he’d seen her laugh like that. Growing up her smile was a given, as regular as the sun rising in the morning or one of his spinning tops knocking everyone else’s out. She’d smile at everyone, everything, and always saved that brighter smile for when he was looking at her and returning it.

Granny smiled at him too, but it wasn’t the same. Didn’t feel the same, anyways. Momo had always smiled like she was welcoming the world home, taking everything around her in and finding such delight in it that it couldn’t help but spill over her face. Her smile was energy, condensed, and he’d coveted it like a man starved.

And maybe he had been. It had certainly felt like he was wasting away whenever she was upset, or hurt, or during those long months she’d been in the fourth and twelve divisions recovering from the betrayals of a world that dared not value her enough. Her. Of all people.

Other could tease him all they wanted on their childhood friendship, their suspicions of further feelings, but Toshiro never spared a thought for what they thought, only following what he knew. And what he knew was that Momo was the most important person in the world to him. That he would protect her, always, that smile of hers, the light of hers, that unending warmth she so freely gave, every bit of her light that graced this world and blessed him with the opportunity to bask in it.

It felt greedy to ask for more, when he’d already been given so much. And yet…

As Rukia made the ill formed decision to challenge Rangiku to a drinking battle for the money, Momo’s giggles turned to quick snorts of amusement. When Rukia began to argue about taking shots of alcohol per body mass instead of cups, and that Rangiku counted as three of her, her snorts turned into peels of laughter that left gasping, following by — a rather loud burp.

Toshiro raised his eyebrows in astonishment. The noise managed to wake up Kira for a second, who promptly hit his head on the underside of the table and passed out again.

Momo clapped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. Toshiro slowly smiled at her and she flushed further red. “It—it was the sake!”

“Uh-huh,” he replied, unconvinced. She noticed and hunched her shoulders, kimono wrinkling at the action.

“It was!”

Toshiro leaned his chin against his hand. “Bed wetter, cry baby, and burp champion, Momo. You’re really wracking up the titles, huh?”

“Shiirroooo,” Momo groaned, burying her face in her hands completely. The sight of her, flushed and embarrassed because of him, sent a quick burst of contentment in his chest, a warmth that was at odds with the permanent chill of his reiatsu. He couldn’t help but let his smile soften as she continued to bluster in embarrassment, somehow also managing to press closer to his side as if trying to hide in his captain's haori. He absentmindedly tucked her closer, running a hand down her back.

A flicker of movement nearby caught his eye and Toshiro looked to see Renji giving him a smug look. It would be worthy of reprisal if not for the soft, understanding gleam in his eyes.

Toshiro humphed and turned his head away, making sure not to move so much that the inebriated woman latched onto his shoulder fell off.

Fine. Maybe Renji was onto something.

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fatedkings · 3 years

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i want to preface these thoughts by saying: by no way shape and form will i ever force my headcanons on my roleplay partner of the other character i have the headcanon with. These are just my thoughts and nor do I view muns of villains in a negative light, we all love characters just different types. it does not mean they, the muns, are bad people.

my ( undead ) izuru headcanons involve Gin/Aizen of course, whom both i love dearly with all my heart, and several other characters like Hisagi, Momo, Renji, and Matsumoto. I will have a read more, gore warning etc. as this WILL get lengthy ( going in depth about izuru’s state of consciousness leading up to, the possible backlash, etc. )

basically tl;dr izuru kira becomes the epitome of despair.

After a blast in the chest from Bazz-B, obliterating his abdomen tossing his arm aside, Izuru barely “alive” is taken to Mayuri Kurotsuchi to be healed. Held together by a string of will to live, heavy poles, and enhanced by the reiatsu of Izuru’s fallen seated officers now standing at a captain’s level ( as stated by Shaz Domino in their battle in “Beginning of the revive of Tomorrow”. )

much of him ponders his existence: how he is carrying the souls of the seated officers he was unable to protect, only to continue to fight for his pride as a gotei 13 member. This mindset has been the same since Gin Ichimaru left the gotei 13 with aizen in a beam of light, leaving Kira’s trust irreparable. his personality has always revolved around his comrades, his captain, the gotei 13 ( as many shinigami were indoctrinated to unquestioningly [ i.e. he made momo bow before byakuya even though it was wrong to just allow renji to be jailed horribly injured as he was. ] believe to follow the rules and motions at the time making aizens plan easier, izuru is just another sleeper in the system. )

this could be stated as a young shinigami he was impressionable, Aizen “I plan everything to a T” Sosuke stated how he chose Hinamori specifically for being his lieutenant so that he may manipulate her like a puppet for the events of the soul society arc. ( which arguably pitted them against one another and ruined their [ hinamori and izuru’s ] relationship in my opinion ) i highly suspect that Izuru was ALSO chosen through the same process that Hinamori was picked so that there were no flaws in this plan, as Gin was in with Aizen one hundred years prior.

now, I am not saying that Gin did not CARE for Izuru personally, I am saying that Gin had a mission and that was to kill aizen by any means necessary even if it meant getting others hurt. Gin played along with Aizen’s game, the manipulation, i even think he cared for Izuru to an extent before the end of their time together, but again he had a mission he had to accomplish. What I have always loved about BLEACH is how morally grey the characters are, and Gin alongside Tosen is a great example of these archtypes. Gin wanted to kill Aizen and return the shard of the Soul King back to Rangiku, what he sold his life away to for the person he loved most.

We know Izuru as a child was more free, chipper to tease and speculate over his and Hisagi’s strength only question what happened to make Kira such a gloomy person. Perhaps it is the exposure to being a soul reaper, but the drastic changes in his personality make me question what made Izuru the person we know now? it’s only later on in my current re-reading of BLEACH in Izuru’s cell scene did i get the full extent of how uncomfortable it truly was at least for me. A dilapitated cell, scratched up, broken chair, blood splatter aross the floor, Izuru in a sling self loathing:

Hinamori’s cell was not the same state being absolutely pristine, almost the same for Renji except more concrete than wooden. Kira put the loyalty to his Captain over the loyalty to his friend when it came down to the tension over Sosuke Aizen’s “death” self loathing over what he had done. All of this Damage had been done by himself, restrained for his own safety, conflicted over his own emotions:

Izuru was lead to rely and be loyal to Gin ( if not I think part of Kira on the inside was also TERRIFIED of Gin ), leading to Izuru diverting Matsumoto after the central 46 slaughter although he tells Nayura from “Beginning of the Revive of Tomorrow” Gin did not tell him to fight Matsumoto the opposite is implied in the manga as well as matsumoto’s suspicions of some sort of manipulation ( rangiku and izuru make up tho and drink so its gucci ) with a q&a of Kira’s after the soul society rebellion sounding lost, stating how he did not want ‘liars’ in his company. However, Hinamori’s q&a had a desire for life and to move on from the tragic events unlike Izuru’s prompt.

Rose might be attached to Izuru, however, Izuru does not want to latch on to Rose and for something unmistakable to happen ( unable to trust, similar to the captain amagai arc in the anime except with one personality of strenuous trepidation and the other willing. )

It’s always been his mindset to put the Gotei 13 before his friends ( who he loves very much, he worried about rangiku more than himself even though he was a human squirting ketchup bottle ), he does not have any living family, nor does he seem to have any lingering positive feelings to himself as now Kira needs to PROVE his worth. Later on in turn back the pendelum with Kisuke and Hiyori visiting maggots nest mentioning how there is no one who intentionally leaves the Gotei 13, implying that in the Gotei 13 you either die as a shinigami or are imprisoned for life. Unquestioning loyalty is the unhealthy norm among all of them, even if it may seem endearing at times for the Division eleven members, etc.

[Undead] Izuru is just what he says: a ‘different Izuru’.

although it may be known that the hole in his chest exists, the extent that the mental state has deteriorated would be unknown to most of the people in his life. Just because of the change brought on by Ichigo and his friends does not mean that Soul society has truly made progress, many of the soul reapers linger on the old ways rather than moving forward. Shinigami are still very much sheep apart of the herd and without Kira voicing his concern about the state of being Izuru is in none would be the wiser or know about the souls essentially stapled against his own. Everyone would be complacent, silent... as possibly KIra could decend into a numb void pit similar to a Gillian.

How? Only Arrancar have been stated similar to Shinigami, but the backlash to having the souls pegged onto the motherboard would create some TYPE of hazard for Izuru in the future that would jeapordize his state of being. Here i propose this theory: Gillians are made of hollows intertwined with one another, although, most do not have any sense of individuality because of this make up,

1.) izuru would eventually lose his sense of object permanence, individuality, perpetually putting his comrades in danger by his own presence that could lead to the harm or slaughter of shinigami and the people he once loved.

2.) if the process of losing spiritual pressure is painful ( i.e. how ichigo reacted in the manga when he passed out after mugetsu ) perhaps the same can be said for those who rapidly gain spiritual pressure/reiatsu over a short period of time.

( in brave souls during his attacks he sounds like hes groaning or in pain. )

3.) interacting with izuru is a lot like pulling teeth, to yank and tear, like the moon as a waning crescent his mentality is filled with the dysphoric aftermath. Unable to turn a new page, even with the war over, izuru has not sought help for the gaping cavern that lays in his chest nor does he seem to want to...

( izuru seems to be content with living alongside his companions day to day as if the days were the same before the TYBW [ in rukia’s and renji’s getting-married novel he still has the hole because yoruichi tries to unclothe him to look at it ]. Unless kira himself comes to the conclusion that he has regained some sort of status within the gotei 13, as lieutenant within division three there will be no redemption or acceptance to fill that gap. it will be there haunting him, a wound undisclosed with all expected to walk parallel never questioning his state of being, he is detached from the world around him, isolating himself for various reasons. )

4.) the arm that was blown off is mostly repaired as synthetic, izuru holds his arms and body irregularly ( i.e. how attacks with one arm only, one shoulder is lifted higher than the other. ) and can be ejected off with enough force if applied.

5.) SPECULATION**// his will to fight/kill might be affected, as we have seen through ichigo, is what drives a shinigami to gain power in their zanpakuto is their kill intent resolve. He states that he is only fighting for his pride to gain his status back in the gotei 13, though he protected others, it was to a means to an end. However, his former resolve in battle was to the point of no doubt so it would vary by situation ( i.e. “ can i protect this place? we will see... “ )

6.) no one knows about the souls basically stapled to Izuru’s body. most likely people understand he had grown stronger without a bankai but not HOW. The only people who know are Mayuri, Nemu ( who is dead), possibly Akon, and very few of those in the twelfth division but those would be sworn to silence.

7.) a type of imposter syndrome. believing that he is not the real izuru, since he did indeed die, combined with several different souls who could he be? it’s why he becomes irrationally agitated when the events of TYBW or the hole inside his body is brought up, why has he not closed it? truly he is frightened of what the answer might be and only clams up more aka linked back to #3

the reason i call him the epitome of despair is that he always had good intentions, he loves his friends endlessly, he serves his company with loyalty that would be expected of a perfect soldier, but he never had a chance from the start that he entered the academy.

he might have been able to save one girl inside of the central 46 that would go on to do big changes alongside the captain commander and nanao, but for Izuru already so much had been lost at one time significance had no meaning. his life had no meaning, all his faith in the system had been proven to be meaningless as corrupt, most of all he could not protect his comrades that were compounded to his body : how could he continue to be a shinigami in the gotei thirteen, a lieutenant no less? how could he protect others?

i don’t want to stereotype him as the “”””emo””””” type as he, at the core, is far from it even with and despite how gloomy Izuru reacts. He is, for the most part, a grounded level headed individual who is self disciplined, decisive even when it comes to battle that separates him from the rest of the lieutenants ( he has a usual indecisiveness, but it can be worked to his advantage in some situations. )

Loyal, soft spoken, the friend you would WANT to have, Izuru can still express emotion as the sheer panic and fright he had when yoruichi tried to disrobe him just to look at his hole was genuine enough. hell he even ran division three for a short time by himself, i think that is something to be recognized.

it’s not that he does not believe as the head of central 46 thinks, but that his reasoning for who he was wanes his existence. all of it is jarring, there would have to be some kind of backlash.

it would be easy to say ‘get orihime to heal him’ and ‘get it over with’ but orihime struggled to heal ichigo through ulquiorra’s cero that shot through his chest the first time because of the strong reiatsu that lingered. Bazz-B is a thousand year old quincy, in comparison the effort would most likely exhaust orihime before she even finishes because of the residual energy that imprinted. Knowing how orihime’s powers work it relies on her mental fortitude, she is human and not indespensible, Kira sees this as a burden on the ryoka and would not ask this of them after all that Ichigo and his friends have done for them.

degradation was not personality/character improvement rather the focus of the marigold on his character was specific, and I am sure there would have been more if Kubo was not rushed by deadlines and illness. I feel like im repeating points by now so i think hopefully everyone gets the picture of what I mean, if anyone has any questions let me know!

#( out. // saved. )#( [m] marigold. )#[ *// blood gore cw ]#[ *// body horror cw ]#[ *// self harm ment cw ]#{ welcome to my ted talk on how izuru kiras life is in the fucking toilet }#{ these are subject to change && i would love to discuss kira and stuff with more people especially other kiras... looks longingly }

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moowcowlol · 4 years

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A/N: For @rays-of-fire-and-ice !! So sorry this is late, but here's your gift!

(This is actually a side-blog so I can't submit it through this account as far as I know, I hope you don't mind this instead!)

I feel bad for not participating much in HitsuHinaWeek 2019; I found myself swept along the holidays and wound up with far less time than I thought I'd have ;n; But! I hope you enjoy this ray, and hope you all have a happy new year!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

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She took a breath before calling out to him. "Shiro!"

The young captain jumped in his seat at his desk, too engrossed in his work to have heard her come in. He looks up at her, slight annoyance written all over him, and sighs. "What is it, Hinamori?"

Momo looked away innocently, rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands - and what they were holding - hidden behind her back. "I've got a favor to ask-"

"If this is about that stupid calendar then you should forget it," he says with a flat tone.

She pouted and held the camera she was hiding up to her chest, her motives discovered. "Awww, come on Shiro!"

The Women's Association wants to make a new calendar focusing on one of the captains once again. With this being the ninth year since the war with the Quincy has ended, Toshiro was of course the perfect choice for next year's calendar. It didn't help that his face sold some of the most merchandise and funded the association's budget quite spectacularly.

"I've already done that nonsense before - without my knowledge, might I add," Toshiro says, eyebrow twitching at the memory. "I will not participate in such ridiculousness again, as I'm sure you know by now."

"He keeps catching me!" Rangiku yelled, downing yet another bottle of sake. "It's like he has a radar or somethin'!"

"You might not be that far off," Soi Fon muses. "Even I haven't been able to capture any candid shots, despite him being strangely easy to track recently."

"Maybe he's using his spiritual pressure to locate where we are?" Rukia proposed, finger on her chin.

"I don't care what it is!" Rangiku slammed her hands on the floor. "It's just annoying!"

She whips her head to her. "Momo!"

She jumped. "W-What?"

"Make him do it! Candid is out this time!"

She stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the memory. Yes, she did know full well about his unwillingness. But she was determined. She looked back at him, intent on convincing him. "Shiro, it isn't that bad! You'll just have to let us take some pictures of you!"

"Yes. While I'm unaware," he countered. "I'm sorry, but I don't find that idea appealing whatsoever."

She pouted even harder. He returned the gesture, even if she was sure he thought he was glaring. 'Think, Momo! How can you make him change his mind?'

Then something hit her. Something unexpected.

She smiled at the thought, which made Toshiro quirk an eyebrow. "How about this then? Instead of having the entire Women's Association harass you, it can mainly be just be us two, going to a bunch of places that fit the theme of the month? Other than some holidays that'll need some preparation to take photos for, it can be just you and me."

That gave him pause. His eyebrows shot to his hairline and he looked away, hopefully giving it thought. She quite liked the idea herself. It's been a long time since she and Toshiro went anywhere that was unrelated to work, and this gave them the perfect chance to change that..

(She was sorry to Nanao, but the Association was not, is not, and will never be work in her eyes.)

Toshiro seemed to think something along those lines too. She couldn't think of many other reasons he was thinking so hard on whether he would go along with it. "I have a lot of work to do…" he offers lamely.

She giggled. "The Association will handle that! Come on!"

He sighed, and she knew she got him.

---

Toshiro looked adorable in an apron covered in chocolate.

They stood in the brightly lit kitchen, decorated well for a quick job; light pink wallpaper with a variety of gifts and treats littered about to give it a Valentine's Day feel. While big holidays like New Year's and Halloween were being set up by the rest of the Association members, they decided to go ahead and begin with the other months. It was them and Rangiku acting as photographer there now, starting still-big-but-easier-to-set-up Valentine's and White days. The March holiday will have the same idea, with different gifts and a light blue wallpaper to give the impression they gave more time to the look.

But for now she and Toshiro stood there, actually making chocolates due to her suggestion. She knew what she was doing, but poor Shiro obviously didn't, managing to get chocolate splattered on parts of his face and all over his apron. She laughed as he tried to use the electric mixer on too high a setting again and got some more chocolate on him, this time in his hair.

"Let me handle that Shiro," she finally offers, unable to hold back her smile. He huffs but agrees, glad to be away from the dreaded mixer. She takes it and lowers the power before mixing the batter, making far less of a mess than her partner. An idea struck her, and she smiled coyly. When she was done she took a spoon, scooped out some chocolate, and held it in front of Toshiro.

"Say 'ahhh' Shiro!" She says, waving the spoon in front of his mouth.

He threw a scowl at her. "No."

"Come on, we have to see if it tastes good!"

"Please. As if anything you make could taste bad."

Momo's eyes widened at the sudden compliment. Her face seemed to have made Toshiro realize what he said; a small blush spread across his face. "I meant that you've been baking a long time! You know what you're doing!" He says quickly.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rangiku barely contain a squeal.

Momo focused back at Toshiro. "Pleeease? If you're so confident in my baking then you know it'll taste good then! Have some!"

Toshiro looked away, blush still firm on his face. "I can eat some by myself."

She shook her head. "Mm mm mmm! This is a one time offer! It's either this or nothing!"

He snapped his head around to look at her, surprised. "What?!" He groaned out a complaint and stood there. After a moment he closed his eyes tightly and opened his mouth, accepting the offer wordlessly. Momo jumped a bit in joy and slowly put the spoonful of chocolate in his mouth-

"A-choo!"

They both turned to Rangiku, who sniffled at them. "Sorry! You two keep going!" She says innocently, waving the fingers not holding her camera at them to continue.

The rest of the set up was uneventful, the baking of the chocolate going off without a hitch. When it came time to take the actual photos she thought that would change; Toshiro seemed incapable of taking a shot without looking away from the camera.

Oddly enough that wasn't the case. At least, according to Rangiku.

"It's good to show a shy side! Everyone thinks you're so cold, but this can change that perception up quite nicely~"

Toshiro grumbled in protest of the idea but ultimately decided it was easier than any alternatives. This and White Day had similar poses then; one of a bashful Captain Hitsugaya receiving chocolates, and the other giving a small present.

Momo agreed with Rangiku; the shy look was quite nice.

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They decided to do New Year's next.

Although Toshiro was the only one dressed in traditional robes to celebrate the would-be holiday, the Association thought it wasteful to go through all the trouble of setting up the festivities and not partaking in them. At least, that was the excuse they gave for mochi pounding and playing hanetsuki and drinking.

"We've taken the photo," Toshiro mutters, annoyed that he technically endorsed the women's partying. "I don't see why I'm still here."

"Sound like you just don't want me to beat you in hanetsuki," Momo teases, waving the paddle in the air with a false confidence.

Toshiro bristled, eyebrows pointed downwards at her accusation. "You're being childish," he tells her, though she could see his fingers tapping against his arm. He wants to prove her wrong; just a lil more pushing and she's got him.

"You're right, Shiro. It's really mature of you to admit that you'd lose." She moved the paddle in front of her face to hide her smile. "I've got a lot of catching up to do!"

That did it.

"Where's another paddle at?!" He looks around angrily, kicking off his geta.

Once he found it the game was on. Both of them ran desperately to the shuttlecock, an unspoken rule against using shunpo agreed between them. It made things quite a bit harder for Toshiro with his restrictive clothes, but he made up for it in his determination to win.

In the end Toshiro's clothing was in fact his undoing. A trip stopped him from reaching the shuttlecock in time, and it bounced on the ground in the rhythm of his defeat. He grunted in exasperation as Momo cheered.

"Now you have to treat the winner to a meal!"

"What?! Since when?!"

"Since I just made it up now! Come on, let's get you out of those clothes."

Toshiro held back another protest in his confusion. "We're leaving now?"

Momo nodded. "This is fun, but I want to go to the next photo spot right now!"

Toshiro tilted his head slightly. "Where's that?"

She smiled. "The world of the living."

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Wow, gigai really were uncomfortable.

She'd forgotten just how off they felt to be in, like clothes that were simultaneously too tight and too loose. She found herself rolling her shoulders again to try and rid of the tension- or try to fit in it more. It didn't work. She sighed.

"Regretting it yet?" She looked to her side and saw Toshiro stare back at her out of the corner of his eyes.

She shook her head, taking a bite of the watermelon he had bought for her. "How can I regret being in the world of the living with you Shiro?"

He huffed and looked away at her words. "Can you think about your words for a second, Hinamori…"

She giggled at him. He was being silly, really; the world of the living was beautiful this time of year. The parks of Karakura Town were a burst of warmth. Reds, yellows, and oranges filled the air around them as autumn settled down within the trees' roots. Coupled with the sunset illuminating the sky the world was like a blanket, embracing those dwelling on it with a warmth that beat the chill in the winds.

Momo so rarely got assigned to the world of the living. She was glad to be able to come during such a gorgeous time, with her lifelong friend.

"Well, at least you look happy…"

Said friend's words brought her out of her musings. She looked down at him, which made him look away again. Not before she noticed the redness of his cheeks at being caught staring.

It was only the widening of her smile that made her realize its existence at all. No, she could never regret coming here, even in the strange gigai.

They soon found a clearing where the leaves were blowing and piling around the edges, a perfect spot for a picture. They took it without issue, and decided to stay there and just…

Talk.

Talk about how their days have been lately. About new art projects and about new ideas for sculptures. Gushing and ranting about recent books they've read, or the few movies they've seen. Complaining about lazy subordinates and captains. Momo found herself relaxing as the minutes quickly turned to hours, and she saw Toshiro do the same, the tension of his shoulders leaving as he bemoaned Rangiku's persistent habit of ditching her work.

When was the last time they spent time together like this? When they could see past their history and talk as though they had no worries? When they could just… be?

"We should come here more often," she says suddenly.

Toshiro stops mid-sentence. "What?"

Momo looked at him, and he looked back.

"I said, we should come here more often. It's been so long since we just hung out. I miss those days a lot, you know…"

His eyes widened at her words, but his gaze remained on her. It softened after a moment of silence. "Yeah. I miss them too."

"We made pretty good progress today with the photos. I think we'll be done the day after tomorrow, at the latest. Do you think, after that, we can still…?"

He smiled, a small but powerful thing. "Of course. I'd like that too."

She giggled... and then noticed the sky.

"Oh no! It's gotten so late! We have to get back, Shiro!" She took his hand and started running back to where Inoue's apartment was.

"H-Hey! Let go of me!" He shouts, but he doesn't try to break free.

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"Shiro, it's the last one-"

"No."

"But you did all the other ones!"

"No."

"Pleeease? It's only for a few minutes!"

"Not if it's hanging on the walls of hundreds of shinigami all year long!"

She pouted, stomping her foot on the cave floor. She knew this was going to be the hardest one to convince him to do. Rangiku warned her that was going to be the case. But they were so close to being done! This was the last photo that needed to be taken, the one for December. It would be special, however; instead of the usual Christmas theme, they wanted to go with-

"I'm not using Bankai to take a stupid picture!"

"Oh, but you'll use it when Rangiku slacks off!"

"T-That's different! I was just making her do the work she was supposed to be doing, what good is this going to do?!"

"You'll be helping the Women's Association a lot!"

"What do you people even do there?!"

"Hey!"

He crossed his arms. "Why can't we do some Christmas thing or whatever? Isn't that par for the course?"

"Well, yeah but…"

She hid her face behind her camera. "A lot of us still haven't seen what your Bankai does after you mastered it… A lot of people wanna know what it looks like…" She looked away from him, forcing the next words out. "...People like me…"

She could feel the blush rush up her cheeks at the confession. After Rangiku went off about the drastic change Toshiro goes through in his improved Bankai it's been the talk of the Women's Association for years. To this day, Rangiku, Captain Kuchiki, and Captain Zaraki were the only ones to know what it looks like.

That wasn't fair… She wanted to see it too…

Silence sat in the air, the drafts of the cave echoing off the walls.

"...You want to see it?"

Momo didn't dare look at her friend. She just nodded. "I've never seen it before… I can't help but be curious…"

Another pause. Then she heard a sigh.

"Get out for a minute. I'll call you when I'm ready."

She snapped her eyes back onto him, a smile stretching wide across her face. He jumped at the sudden eye contact and looked away. "Go, before I change my mind!"

She nods before using shunpo to exit the cave. She stood near the mouth, bouncing on her feet in anticipation. She was finally going to see it! And she'll be the first in the Association to see it- after Rangiku, but still!

A sudden gust of cold wind interrupted her thoughts. She shielded her face as best she could and waited for it to pass, releasing some of her spiritual pressure to warm herself up. Once it ended she hears a voice, familiar but strangely deeper.

"Alright… I'm ready."

She swallowed and went back inside … and her jaw hung open.

There in the cave was not her shorter childhood friend, but a fully grown man, his clothes barely fitting and tinted at the edges with frost and ice. Familiar features, like the wings and collar of ice, felt foreign with the aged body.

But what got her the most was the familiar pose he was in.

He sat on a chair of ice, one elbow hosting a hand resting on a hand leaning on a leg propped up on the other. She recognized the pose as one he did far in the past, before Aizen had ever betrayed the Soul Society.

Even the blush was the same.

Cocky as the photo had been it had taken much to be rid of the redness spreading across his cheeks. She watched now as he took deep breaths, just as before. Slowly the blush faded, leaving behind a, if not cocky, then not overtly embarrassed man.

He smirked, but his next words betrayed his want for this to be over.

"Hurry up and take the picture."

She did, wordlessly, too shocked to say anything. This was… certainly… happening…

Soon enough he released his Bankai, reverting back to his younger form with clothes only slightly stretched.

"You got the photo?"

She nods.

"So we're done with the photos, yes?"

She nods.

"I'm not doing that again. Ever."

She nods.

He walks past her to the exit. She follows behind him.

…

...She wonders if she can get him to change his mind.

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Well, it was done. The photos have been given away to be copied and edited, and the decorations have been nearly completely taken down some days later. All that was left to do was wait for months to pass for next year to be here. Momo sighed into her paperwork; that was exhausting. No wonder Toshiro was so reluctant to do it.

"MOMO!"

She jumped at the sudden shout at the door. Rangiku came bounding in, racing to her desk with a speed to be envied.

"Oh Momo, I knew you had the magic touch! The photos were amazing! And gods, that last one is just," she put her index finger and thumb together and kissed them flamboyantly, "perfect. You're a miracle worker!"

Momo blushed at the memory. "Don't mention it, it was nothing…"

"Suuure~" Rangiku teased, throwing a wink at the younger lieutenant. Her face then turned more serious, a warm smile on her face. "Did you two have fun?"

The question surprised her, and made her think back. Making chocolates, playing games, the hours spent in each other's company at the park clearing…

She returned the smile. "Yeah… we did."

Rangiku giggled. "That's good. The Captain really oughta relax more. I'm glad you two had a nice time. And," she dug in her… vault, and pulled out a photo, "this is thank you for convincing him to go along with us. See ya later Momo!"

With that she left, leaving Momo alone in the office. She turned the photo given to her in her hands, curious as to what it could be.

She gasped quietly.

It was her and Toshiro, dressed in aprons- his significantly dirtier than hers. His face was scrunched up adorably, while hers had a big smile as she fed him chocolate batter. Momo laughed; she had never even noticed that Rangiku had taken a photo of the two of them. How sneaky.

She smiled down at the picture, a warm feeling spreading across her chest. She was glad Rangiku did; it felt nice to have something to remember such a nice day with.

She put it in an empty drawer in her desk. She'll have to have it framed soon.

#hitsuhinaweek #hitsuhina week #hitsuhina #HitsuHinaWeek2019 #HitsuHinaWeek 2019 #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori

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rangikuxmatsumoto · 3 years

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“Do it. I dare you.” @cerulean-alley-cat

five word prompts | accepting

What was that supposed to intimidate her?

It was just like him to take everything far – far too seriously.

‘Do it. I dare you’ – a challenge it was then. Pale blue gaze narrowed, locked with his intense stare as his taunt hung between the two of them. Her stance shifted the minutest of degrees, poised and ready. It would take focus and absolute concentration to best him – for it had come down to the wire and there was no turning back now.

Inhale. Exhale.

Her gaze broke from his, but she felt his cyan blue stare continue to pierce, heavy hung the air around the two. Her clenched fist raised and lowered in quick succession, the thunderous thud of metal hitting wood before the reverberation of the coin sunk into the empty shot glass.

“Ha!” Rangiku’s arms shot up in triumphant fashion before she shot a pointed finger in his direction across the table. “That’s game! Finish your drink!”

At least now Grimmjow knew better than to challenge her to any sort of drinking game.

#cerulean-alley-cat #ask prompt

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thekitchensnk · 5 years

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and the spider lilies bloomed in the fall (chapter 3)

Rating: T Warnings: Violent imagery, trauma, allusions to potential sexual violence, sex work Pairing: Gin/Ran Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 “They say that lovers doomed never to see each other again still see the higanbana growing along their path, even to this day.”

A girl collapses on a dusty road one day. A boy takes her home.

The girl lives.

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(The boy doesn’t.)

It was easy to forget how lucky they were.

He was making the long, tiresome journey from their house into town, though it barely deserved the name. The journey was twelve miles each way, and not a single mile of it made for a pleasant walk. The road was scarcely more than a beaten mud track, carved out through time immemorial by the souls of the down-trodden and the poor.

He was seldom alone on the road. It faded into the horizon, stretching on for miles and miles, and every time he took to it, he wondered what lay at the end of it, though the notion that there could ever be an end to its scarred and blasted drudgery seemed impossible to him.

One day, he thought, squinting into the distance, one day I might just walk to the very end of it and find out what’s out there.

But he knew even then that it was nothing more than a pipe dream, and so he plodded on.

His fellow travellers bore the tight, thin look and vacant expressions of those who had gone too long without water, and their limbs were emaciated. Frequently, they wore no shoes, and they were past the point of caring for their clothes, which more properly resembled rags. On more than one occasion, he had seen people, children especially, wandering the road without them, too impoverished to afford them, and mouths too dry to care.

He had long since learnt not to mind those with the vacant stares; they were too far gone to be of trouble, packaged away somewhere strange and distant in their own minds. It was the twitchy ones which gave him pause, and his hand never strayed too far from his knife when he came across them.

He knew too well the trouble they could bring. They thought that because he was small and skinny, he and his coin would make for easy pickings. They were wrong.

The last time anyone had tried anything, he had left them bleeding out in the dust of the road. Their skin had been starting to mottle, and a death rattle had been sounding in their chest. He had kicked in their skull until it had cracked in on itself like an egg. He had had to use some of his precious drinking water to wash away the scarlet blood and white bone fragments which littered his shins.

If it was going to be him or someone else dead, it was not going to be him. He would make certain of that.

He had returned home afterwards to Rangiku, going via the stream to finish cleaning up. She had been hunched over, writing things in the dirt. Something about that juxtaposition, about the man’s blood splattered across the soil and the clumsy strokes of Rangiku’s handwriting marking carved into the ground, that they somehow occupied the same space and existed in the same world, had made him dizzy.

He had put his grinning mouth against her delicate ear, and she had shrieked in panic, before realising that it was only him.

How odd that was, to have his presence soothe someone’s fear. That was not how it usually played out.

She had read out the words for him, because he could not do it for himself. She had written out his name, a series of mysterious, undecipherable lines which somehow meant him. He had never seen his name before, and he had stared at it in open fascination.

“And what does this mean?” he had demanded, pointing to another set of squiggles.

She had blushed an ungainly red and refused to tell him, had shaken her head and said, “No! You’re embarrassing me!"

It made him smile- a warm, genuine smile- even to remember it.

He had cajoled, and sweet-talked, and bribed until she had told him.

“It says ‘friend’. It says ‘friend’ three times,” she had huffed, her cheeks blowing out.

He had never had a friend before.

(He thought about her frequently on these walks.)

What had he felt of life before he met her? He genuinely could not say. He had not known her long, and yet, he knew with certainty, his life would have been a meagre, thin thing without her.

(It had been before; a mediocre, endless monotony of rising and sleeping, eating and cleaning, punctuated only with scarlet bursts of violence and the joy of inflicting pain on someone else.)

In truth, he still could not explain what it was that had prompted him to save her, but he found himself very glad that he had done so.

“Maybe I like you. Maybe I think you’re interesting. Maybe I even feel sorry for you,” he had said when she had asked him, but that had rang hollow even at the time. He had said it because those seemed like things that should motivate someone to rescue someone else, not because he actually felt them.

Pity had been a part of it, and curiosity too, but if he was honest with himself, his motivations came from a darker place, a deep, subterranean chamber of his heart.

Gin knew that it was not normal to feel so at ease with blood on your hands. He knew that the guilt of the act of murder was supposed to itch like an old wound, that taking human life was supposed feel harder than snuffing out a lantern.

But it wasn’t. It never had been. Not for him.

He didn’t know whether he had simply grown insensitive to cruelty, living for so long in this place ripe and rotten with violence. Sometimes, he wondered whether he had simply been born with his soul malformed. But part of him thrilled in it regardless, in seeing the hurt flash across someone’s face, in seeing the blood spill from their chest. It filled him with a fluttering, anxious kind of joy.

But when he had seen those men rip and rend her soul and take something from her, he had felt-

Hope.

He had hoped (hoped against hope) that with only half a soul between them, the girl- this powerful girl- would be the same thing as him.

(The same unnatural thing.)

He had hoped-

(He had hoped that it meant that he did not have to be alone anymore.)

But he had been wrong. She was nothing like him. She was a different beast altogether.

(And that... Wasn’t a bad thing.)

She was fierce and soft by turns, obviously still wracked with anxiety that he would throw her out, but ferocious nevertheless.

She looked at him with fearful eyes when she had eaten too much rice, certain that it would be the thing that caused him to revoke her invitation to stay. She bit her lip when he asked her a question and he knew that she always took so long to answer because she was seeking the answer she thought he wanted to hear.

He hated that.

But then he would splash at her from the river, and after a moment’s shock, she would laugh, and the sound would rush through him like electricity. And then she would leap in after him, her legs bare and her mouth smiling, and she would splash back, ferociously.

She was hesitant, but she could be bold too, and he craved that, craved that secret part of her.

It was, he thought to himself, interesting to no longer be alone- to have another pair of eyes with which to see and to see new things. Her presence in his life doubled his set of experiences in a way in which he could never have anticipated; to feel the joy she felt when he showed her his persimmon trees, to feel the gentleness of her smile set his own face to smiling as they lay watching the sun begin to set. He would experience the feeling first hand, and then feel it reflected again in her reaction, and again in her reaction to his reaction, like a strange and eerie cascade. Her smile would provoke his smile, her interest his interest, and so he found himself storing anecdotes and small, intriguing objects, things to share with her so that he could greedily watch her reaction, and lose himself in the spiral of her feelings.

To see her face, as she breathed in the steam curling into the air from freshly boiled rice, and to see the way her eyes lit up, past the ghosts of hunger; to watch the anger boil in her as he lazily beat her five times in a row at go in a situation engineered more to watch her than out of enjoyment of the game; to catch her looking warmly at him, when she thought he could not see her, and to try to intuit what it was about him that she was thinking- he wanted it all, to prise open her secret inner world, to take it for himself.

She was like a prism.

Everything shone through her in new and revealing ways, and he wanted to see it all.

He-

(He did not dislike it.)

The town was starting to inch into view like a dark stain on the horizon. He didn't know its name, or whether it even had one for that matter. But that was not saying much; he did not even know the name of district of Rukongai in which he lived.

Children with the hungry eyes and the distended bellies of revenants watched him as he walked through the gates. He was careful to watch his step as he walked- a dull rainbow film of filth and the leavings of slop buckets filled the gutter and men and women both shambled blindly through the slum, drunk on the nastiest, cheapest fermented rice-spirit that could be purchased in Rukongai.

The air was thick and foul with a dozen sour, rancid human smells, and above him towered the ramshackle hovels which the people of the town called home, often housing ten or twelve to a room. The afterlife seethed and burst with human life.

His smile was easy as he passed the stall and set of threadbare stools which passed for a bar in this town, outside of which loitered the same old familiar thugs and louts, who played at dice rather than go and were prone to seemingly random fits of brutality. He knew one of the thugs at the bar by reputation, though not personally. He had soft, brown Labrador eyes, but was known for being soft in the head because he would not stop talking about his girl. He ignored the man and kept walking.

Clustered by the bar wearing yukata which must once have been garish and gaudy, but which had traded hands too many times since then and seen too many years of use to have remained so, were a handful of whores of varying ages. Their cheeks and lips were bright shades of red and pink; there was no money here for paints and unguents, and Gin knew that they had a particular trick of pinching and slapping each other until their faces rouged to achieve that glow. It was clever, he decided.

He reserved a particularly wide grin for a scarred, arthritic mantis of a man, who had often given him jobs in the past. He received a curt nod in return. This was Tadayoshi, the enforcer of the most brutal gang in town, and killings and intimidation were his purview. Gin had gotten in with him from an early age- he had a healthy respect for power, but an even greater appreciation for those who could use their heads, and the man had a sinister, twisted mind which Gin respected. The rice in his bowl had to come from somewhere.

He had no need of work for the moment though- he had money enough for the next two week's food, and for a little more besides. He was here not for work, but to shop, and so he moved onwards.

"Little boy, little boy," one of the whores cooed out to him. She wore her greasy, pitch black hair half up, and the rest fell about her shoulders, exaggerating her gaunt, once round features. "Come up closer and keep your sisters warm, little boy. The days are getting cold, and the nights colder still. I'm freezing to my bones. Let's keep each other warm." He was mildly impressed that she had managed to finish her sales pitch without laughing, such was its insincerity.

"Never knew I had so many sisters," he told her with an easy laugh. "Seems like our folks tumblin' into bed too many times got us into this mess in the first place. I'd not want to repeat their mistakes. Aah, look at ya'-“ his eyes flashed with playful cruelty. “I wonder how many nieces and nephews I have. Must be thousands, to judge from that belly,'." He kept on walking with a low whistle, and the whore swore vociferously after him. Another whore, with carved-out cheekbones and a vulpine face, berated her and watched him intently until he disappeared around the corner. More power to her if she wanted to stare, he figured.

The town's largest shop, like everything else there, did a poor trade. In wooden crates, a small variety of vegetables languished unpurchased. In this place where so many skirted the survival line, desperation gave few people the inclination to buy anything other than the essentials (alcohol, as life's natural tranquiliser for the ills of the world, counted as an essential here). Bulbs of garlic, packed amongst rough straw, were small and shrivelled, the scallions were aged and wilted and Gin was sure that the oil on the shelves must have turned rancid. He thought of the carrots and radishes which grew fresh in their garden, and he sighed.

The shop keeper was a bald man with a nose like a squashed tomato, whose eyes never left him as he walked around the shop.

"Mou, Mr Shop Keep, ya' makin' me nervous. If I knew ya'd be watchin' me so close-like, I'd have washed my face this mornin' and made more effort with my hair."

The shop keeper just grunted and muttered to himself and wiped his hands on his grease-spotted apron, but kept up his suspicious vigil nevertheless.

"I'd like the scallions, four eggs and the rice vinegar," Gin asked politely.

The man harrumphed, boxed up the eggs, scallions and vinegar and slammed them on the counter.

"Pay up."

"The sterlin' service is what keeps me comin' back," Gin informed the man cheerily, counting out his coins. It certainly wasn't the quality of the goods, he thought. His voice was light and conversational as he asked, "How's ya girl?"

The shop keeper's eyes narrowed. "Fine," he gritted out suspiciously.

"Why so prickly, Mr Shop Keep? I was concerned, see."

The man stiffened, and Gin hummed happily.

"Heard from Hatsumomo that she's been seen about with Nakamura-san, and you know that he’s in with a bad crowd. Strange though,” Gin tilted his head and mirth danced in his eyes, “that she'd be seein' him so late at night." Nakamura was the attractive thug with the warm brown eyes. The shop keeper blanched. Even his smashed-tomato nose went pale.

There was a pause. "Mind you," Gin said with a put-on air of thoughtfulness, "the whores do all say that Nakamura-san is a handsome man." He let that hang in the air, and gave the man a jaunty wave as he left.

There was a spring in his step as he walked, and he considered the contents of his bag, and the prospect of a glorious egg fried rice dinner with scallions. He and Rangiku had done well for themselves today, he reckoned, and the shop keeper's anguished reaction had almost made the wretched trip worthwhile.

He started to whistle a low, tuneless song under his breath (neither he nor Rangiku could carry a tune in a bucket, he had learnt, having coaxed her into singing along with him as he swept the shack clean. What they lacked in musical talent, they made up for in raw enthusiasm, which was potentially the worst combination of all).

He was looking forward to getting home and warming his fingers by the fire. Or by putting them on Rangiku's neck- he had not yet decided, though the thought of the indignant yelp his new houseguest would make was very quickly becoming a decisive factor. By his side, he started to swing the bag to and fro, distracted by the thought.

It was because of this distraction that he did not react immediately. One moment he had been standing, bag swaying by his side, and the next he had crashed to the ground, clutching the bag to his chest, heart pounding. Someone issued a ferocious kick right to his ribs, and pain blossomed across his side like red watercolour paint bleeding through water. His vision swam from where his head had smacked against the ground, and he let out a strangled hiss.

It was the kick which snapped him out of his panicked daze and back to his senses. There were three assailants, he estimated, his brain kicking into gear- maybe four. They must have seen him swinging his bag by his side like an idiot and thought him easy pickings. His eyes narrowed. Well, he thought furiously, they're goin’ to suffer for their mistake.

They were after the food, he guessed, and he clutched the bag to his chest. In order to get at his knife, he would have to relinquish his grip on the bag. He knew that the moment he did so, they would wrench it out of his grasp and run off- it was exactly what he would have done in the same situation. He gritted his teeth in frustration. The food was his and Rangiku's, and the only reason why he had wasted a day to make the fucking tedious journey in the first place. They wouldn't be getting any, he thought venomously.

That left only one choice.

It annoyed him to have to resort to it- he was right in the centre of town, and it would attract far too much attention- but it was that or lose the food, and he was not going to let that happen.

He could feel their fists rain down on him as they battered at his skinny body, and each blow set his nerves alight. He breathed through the pain, letting it wash over his body like the waters of the stream by his house, and he let himself sink down through it into the tenebrous reaches of his mind. The pain became distant as he sank, fading out of mind and the mind's eye like muffled music coming from another room, or lights on the shore slowly fading into pinpricks in the distance on a dark night at sea, until it felt almost like it was happening to someone else, someone floating high and distant above him. He found himself alone in the darkness.

Though he had come here frequently, he still did not know his way perfectly. The architecture of his mind was labyrinthine and infinite, an endless series of twists and turns, dark dead ends and pathways which stretched on forever. But he knew by instinct what he needed, and everything else was as immaterial as a shadow. He gave no resistance and let himself fall bodily through the blackened expanse.

Something gold and brilliant flitted across his vision, here one moment and gone the next, and a familiar peal of laughter sounded clear and musically, like a chime, ringing and echoing throughout the cavernous space. It put him on edge instantly, the thought of this intruder in his own mind.

And then he saw her, saw her as he had first seen her, collapsed on the ground, and a man's hand buried to the elbow in her chest, ripping something pure and beautiful from her. Rangiku's yukata was bunched up around her thighs, and her face was wan and marred with bruises like storm clouds. She was suspended in the void, flush against the velvet darkness, lying just as she had the very first time he had lain eyes on her.

He had almost forgotten the state she had been in when he had found her.

And now, with his own body suffering the same rough violence she had suffered, an odd kind of pity twisted in his chest. He found himself reaching out his hand to her desperately, as if to console her, or maybe to console himself.

As her assailant rose, he cupped her face almost tenderly, caressing her cheek. And then he slapped her, and the sound rang out across the silence.

The shadows around Gin seethed and writhed with a boiling anger, bubbling and vibrating with the purest rage he had ever felt. It boiled and spat and convulsed violently, and Gin’s eyes screamed murder.

He felt something in the darkness loosen and give way, and he swiped at it, too angry to pay attention.

That something whispered in his ear, a susurrus of a voice, something like the dry swish of paper and the hiss of a snake.

“My name-“

He bared his teeth. "Not now."

It was not what he needed right now.

He reached with clumsy desperation for the source of his power, grasping frantically at it, and when he reached it, he swung it outwards with all his might.

Eyes watched, and receded into the darkness.

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When he opened his eyes, the earth was scorched for half a mile. Four charred corpses littered the ground, and a dozen houses had collapsed. His legs trembled as he rose, but he knew he could not linger at the scene. Weak and retching from the effort, he ran. He ran down that blasted and lonely road until the town was nothing more than a dark memory behind him.

#bleach #gin ichimaru #rangiku matsumoto #ginran #ichimaru gin #comment reblog and like my dudes #my sanity is yours #young gin be like 'i've only had Rangiku for a day and a half but if anything happened to her i'd kill everyone in this room and then myself

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HitsuKarinweek2019 day 2 Nightmare.

He was always afraid to lose her, but what he didn't know is that he never had her to begin with.

“Hey Toshiro?” She asked softly. They two of them were sitting on the railing watching the sunset. It was one of those rare times when the ice captain decided to visit the human world, and he ended up helping her with another game. After the game they were just walking toward Karin's home when they saw the sunset.

“What?” he answered without looking up from his phone.

“What are you afraid of?” she asked.

This time he looked up from his phone, because the question had caught him off guard. He never thought she'd ask that. He got up and started moving away from her.

“Who know?” truth was… he was afraid for quite a lot of things, he was afraid that he wasn't strong enough compared to the rest of the captains, he was afraid for Hinamori who was too innocent for the world they lived in, he was always afraid to lose the people dear to him, he used to be afraid of losing control of his power and kill his grandmother or some other people when he was sleeping. But Kurosaki Karin didn't need to know that. In fact she didn't need to know anything about him, after all, he was a captain of the Gotei 13 and she was just a human and Kurosaki Ichigo's younger sister.

She quickly got up from the railing as well and followed him like the last time he visited. Karin sighed seeing that he wasn't going to answer her. She fully expected that, they've only met 3 times times so why would he want to tell her anything about him?

“Well I'm afraid for my family, I don't want to see them in harm, I don't like seeing Ichi-nii injured after a battle and I'm certainly afraid that one day Yuzu might leave me. Maybe I'm even afraid of death, I mean I don't want to be a ghost”

“You will become a soul after you died, you want it or not” he said in front of her.

“Well I guess that can't be helped, now can it?” She said, and he didn't answer so she sighed.

It was always quite awkward when it came to talking with him, Karin realised it that particular day. And for her it never felt the same, he was always pushing her away and she just wanted to be friends with him. Maybe she should try harder next time?

2 years later, she was 14, an she asked the same question again when she saw him. This time he wasn't on vacation but on a mission and the topic of his mission was her. During those two years when Ichigo lost his powers, her reiatsu started to grow and she became the one who protected the family even though she never wanted any powers. When Ichigo never got his powers back she started her training with Urahara's and Yoruichi because she wanted to protect her family and be the one to protect Ichigo this time. So when the soul society found out about her they sent him to investigate.

“Are you afraid of anything?” she asked again. This time they were in Urahara's basement.

“That's none of your business Kurosaki” he said coldly, like he always did. Well at least this time he called her by her name.

After that she stopped asking and stopped thing to talk with him. Somehow it bothered him and he didn't know why.

After that they started to see each other a lot more often when she started to “officially” work for the Seireitei, she wasn't a shinigami, no she didn't want to be one, she was simply someone that the soul society could rely on if they are ever in trouble, like Orihime or Chad. And he was sent there sometimes for training other times to make sure everything was alright, because Karakura was still a common place for hollows to appear and there was no longer a substitute shinigami like Kurosaki Ichigo there to protect it.

All these times that he spend in the human world he started to get know Karin a little better and maybe she could be considered a good friend after all this time. He learned that she was the youngest of all the Kurosaki siblings, he learned that ever since she entered high school she no longer played soccer, he learned that she was strong, stubborn and more mature than the other kids her age. But he still pushed her away when she did her best trying to get to know him.

The next time they had a conversation was when she was 17, this time he was actually the one who started and he realised some noticeable changes in her that bothered him more than they should.

“Good afternoon Kurosaki” he said once he walked out of the gate, into Urahara's shop and she was there sitting on the floor drinking tea while reading a book.

“Good afternoon captain Hitsugaya” she replied without looking a him. It bothered him, first of all she called him by his title, something she never did, not even once during the little time that they had known each other. Secondly she wasn't even looking at him, usually when he visited she'd be the first person to greet him and smile at him (he'd never admit it out loud but he actually loved her smiles and he liked her calling him by his given name).

“What's wrong Kurosaki?” He asked, maybe a little too concerned on his part, considering the fact that they hardly know each other.

“Nothing is wrong, I'm just stressed. Finals are coming up and if I want to get into a good University this is the most important exam of my life. So do you have any business?” She asked.

“Actually I'm on vacation this time” he said. As soon as he said that she got up from the ground.

“Then you should have told me, I wasted all my time coming here thinking that there is trouble” with that she left.

He was confused, he hadn't seen her for 2 years and she changed that much?

“Humans change really fast, she's now a young woman, no longer the child that she used to be. Isn't that right captain?” He turned to look at the ex 12th Captain's words and it hit him hard, Kurosaki Karin was no longer that child he found so annoying back then, this girl, no this woman that he saw was the grown up version of his friend.

Later that week he he was ready to start a real conversation with her that had nothing to do with business and he found her on top of her roof, she was just sitting there, and she looked beautiful in his eyes, even if she was just wearing pyjamas and her hair was a mess.

“Hey” he said sitting near her

“Ah, hi, Hitsugaya-san, I'm really sorry about the other day that I snapped at you. I really was stressed out with all the exams and all that” she said and he was surprised at her seriousness, usually she was never that serious with him.

“Is fine, don't worry about it. I understand I guess” he was like that too when there was a lot of paperwork.

“Ah good, anyways… is there anything you need? Is the hollows increasing again? I haven't felt anything so far, but maybe that was because my mind really wasn't there. Sorry about that”

“No, I'm on vacation this time” he said.

“Oh I forgot about that, then why are you doing here?”

“There is something I meant to ask”

“Sure”

“Why did you call me captain Hitsugaya? You never did that” when he turned to look at her he could only see the surprise on her face. But she soon composed herself.

She was surprised because she never expected him asking her anything that wasn't work related, back then, she was the one asking none work related questions and he never answered any of them.

“That's because it's the right thing to do, when I was younger I did not have the best manners so I called you by your given name, I'm really sorry if I was rude to you, but it won't happen again, now that I've grown and realised how rude I was because we are just acquaintances after all, I shouldn't really follow everything that Ichigo did” she said calmly.

Her sentence bothered him a lot, especially the part when she said that they were only acquaintances, he felt disappointed, even hurt.

“Don't worry about it, well I have to go now, see you around Kurosaki" he didn't know why but he just want to get out of there fast, he couldn't understand why his chest was aching.

He decided to ask his lieutenant.

“Captain you are upset because you like Karin-chan, and I mean romantically like Karin-chan, you are sad because to her you are just an acquaintance, while you want your relationship to be something more” Rangiku explained.

“There is no way I could ever involve myself with someone romantically, I'm a captain and I have so many duties” he tried to deny it but it sounded ridiculous even to his own ears.

“Oh that's not an excuse sir, captain Kuchiki was married for many years before his wife died, don't deny your feelings because that doesn't make you strong. Sometimes when you accept your feelings they may be already too late.” She whispered the last part but he heard her anyways.

Well maybe Rangiku did love Gin, but there was nothing that they could do about his death.

He remembered that time she asked what his fears were and one of them was to lose the people he cared for, he couldn't even imagine if he ever lose her, he didn't want to imagine. Maybe this time he was finally ready to answer her questions. He just hoped that it wasn't too late.

“Thanks Matsumoto…” with that he left his office ready to go to the human world again and tell her his answer and feelings.

But he was too late. When he found her by her reiatsu he saw her in the distance, she was walking with someone else, they were holding hands and they were walking really close to each other. He could see that Karin was smiling with that guy and they were laughing, their interaction was nothing like theirs. He decided to follow them but in the end he saw something that he wished he had never seen, Karin was kissing that boy as they arrived at her house.

“I'm too late…” he brought a hand to his face and noticed the wetness on his hand. He wasn't aware that he had been crying this entire time.

When she was 23 he visited once again, this time for a mission and he came with other shinigamis as well, when he saw her for the first time after that last time he couldn't help but think how beautiful she had became.

“Hey Hitsugaya-san” she waved at him when he went pass through the gate.

He waved back “Kurosaki” she still called him by his last name, so formal, so unlike her.

“So is there anything wrong? I heard that you guys were coming.”

“Nothing is wrong, we are here for a check-up” he answered, it was a lie and she knew that.

“Alright them, well if that's all then I won't be needed here” she said rather seriously, he couldn't recognize that tone she used, because he had never seen her so serious before.

He thought about it and maybe it was the right time to tell her about his feelings after so long. Even if she might reject him he just wanted to let her know that. He might never admit it but loving her was one of his biggest fears.

“Wait Kurosaki, can we talk?” He asked and she stopped.

“Sure, what's wrong?”

“It's something… um personal so do you mind coming with me to somewhere else?” He said, he knew that behind him Matsumoto was wishing him the best of luck.

Surprised that Toshiro would act like that, Karin simply nodded “um sure… where would you want to go?”

“The railings”

With that said the two of them walked together toward their destination, it was so awkward.

“You can tell me now whatever you wanted to say” Karin started, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Do you remember that you asked about my fears?” He asked.

Karin thought about it for a second “maybe. I did ask you a lot of questions back then” she didn't really remember that particular question though.

“I fear losing the people I care about.” He answered.

“Don't we all? But I don't understand, why are you telling me this now?” Karin asked both confused and surprised. Surprised because he was kind of opening up to her and confused about why he was doing that.

“You are one of them Karin. I fear losing you. I realised my feelings too late and I've been so afraid to tell you my feelings, I'm in love with you” there he said it, Sand apart from the fear of rejection he felt a lot lighter.

On the other hand Karin laughed, after finally understanding where the conversation was going she realised how silly everything was.

Of all the reactions, he wasn't expecting her to laugh.

“I'm flattered Hitsugaya-san, but do you not see how unrealistic this is? I mean we hardly know each other. How many times have we actually seen each other? I can count the times with my fingers. Not to mention most of the times that we do see each other they are always business related stuff…” she paused and when she started her next sentence, all the humor in her voice gone, and replaced with a bitter tone. “But you know what? I used to have a crush on you, the time you first saved me from those older kids when you helped me with that game. I really thought you were pretty cool. But of course at that moment I didn't know what a crush was, I didn't know what it was to like someone. But still I wanted to be your friend, so I tried my best, only to realize that you didn't care and you always pushed me away. As I grew older I started to understand more about those feeling and I realised how stupid I had been as a child, I also realised that to you I was only a human, if not just Kurosaki Ichigo's sister, I ended up giving up on you. What I'm trying to say is... you don't have to be afraid of losing me, because I was never yours to begin with, and you were never mind either.” Honestly her words were painful and harsh, but what she said was true. She did try to get closer to him and he had always pushed her away. There was nothing he could say.

“I understand that I have been distant in the past and I'm deeply sorry about that. But to me you aren't just another human, you aren't just Kurosaki Ichigo's sister. You are my friend.” He apologized

Karin sighed “thank you for telling me that Hitsugaya-san… but…” she didn't want to say anything that would hurt him even if they were true. Her eyes. Looked down at the engagement ring on her finger and he saw it when he saw her touching it.

“I see, I won't be bothering you again then Kurosaki-san” he didn't even leave her time to ask what he meant, he was already gone.

That day she realised that he was gone from her life forever. She didn't do anything because she has already accepted his absence.

#hitsukarinweek2019 #hitsukarin

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kuronanox · 4 years

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Comfort and lost - Gin Ichimaru

"Ichimaru Taicho, I have the papers you asked for." (Your Name) tells him as she sets them on the desk. Gin sat on his chair with a sly smile on his face. "Yer really bustin ya butt for me."

She awkwardly bows her head and takes a leave. "Do I creep ya out?" He teases walking towards her with his hands behind his back.

"No." She says.

He stops walking with the smile on his face. Gin didn't know why he chose her as his third seat but ever since she came into his squad Gin couldn't tell if she enjoyed her time here. He had to admit he was a bit interested in her.

"Taicho?" She calls out bringing him back to reality. "Are you okay?"

Placing her hand on his forehead he goes back to his desk. "Just peachy." He replies letting her leave now.

Looking down at his papers Gin frowns. The only person who showed him affection was Rangiku but that was a different story. (Your Name) was just mysterious to him he couldn't help but try to converse with her.

"Oo (Your Name)?" Kira says walking out his office, it was pretty late at night about midnight. "Izuru!" (Your Name) exclaims.

"Why are you here so late?" He questions a little suspicious since she wasn't a lieutenant.

"Ah, Ichimaru Taicho wanted me to get him some papers because you were busy all day. I'm about to head to my room, wanna walk together?"

"Sure."

If (Your Name) had to admit the 3rd squad gave her weird vibes. One because the Captain was mysterious, two the Vice Captain was so gloomy and third it was rather quiet and eerie here.

Although a unusual friendship bloomed with her and Kira to the point she used his first name. A part of her thought he was lonely and so she wanted to break his shell.

"Has Taicho been acting weird to you lately?" Kira asks her as they got farther away from the office. (Your Name) side glances at Kira and nods. "You think so too? I thought I was the only one that noticed."

"I think something is bothering him but I can't tell. Taicho is very secretive." Kira admits looking down probably upset he isn't as close to Gin as he would like to be.

That night (Your Name) kept tossing and turning in her bed, the night terrors were occurring often. She didn't know when they started but it happened recently a lot lately.

"(Your Name)!" Her friend shouts out as they ran around the sandy route of rukongai.

"Hurry or else they will catch us!" (Friends name) says from behind.

(Your Name) closed her eyes hugging the loft of bread tightly in her arms. Running faster trying not to get caught they made it to their hide out.

Picking up a boulder they used as a door they set the bread in their 'pantry'. Living in rukongai was a survival game. A lot of them were poor and the crimes were high.

At the young age of 16 her and (Friend Name) both lost their family and decided to live together.

"We have to take from someone else's stall now, they notice when we are around." (Your Name) says and her friends lay down on the dirt ground exhausted.

"Yeah, I'll get the next steal." A smile form on her friends face as they giggle towards each other and enjoy the dry bread.

It had been over an hour already and (Friends Name) still wasn't back. (Your Name) was getting worried as she searched.

Walking past a few stalls they seem busy with other customers but they only stole from this area so where was (Friend name).

A scream from the woods caught her attention as she ran to the area. The blood spilled everywhere as (Friend Name) laid on the floor.

"You brats thought you could steal from me for the rest of your life. It's time to pay for the price!" The seller man screams running towards her with the knife in his hand.

A part of (Your Name) wanted to run and hide but her friend was already gone from this world and it seems like (Friend Name) put up a good fight because there was scratch marks all over the man.

Kicking his shin he fell on the floor as she tried to snatch the knife from his hand as he punched her face. "Owe!" She yelled holding her face.

"It's your turn!"

"Shinso." (Your Name) hears as a long blade plunged through the man's body. Instant death as he fell on the floor lifeless.

"Looks like I found a baby deer." Gin says helping her up. "You should join the academy ya know. A waste to be stuck here! Plus yer friend ain't here no more."

She shutters in fear and looks at (Friends name) lifeless body as she fell to the ground sobbing.

(Your Name) screams throwing the blanket off grabbing her head as a pair of arms catches her shoulders. "(Your Name)?" Gin calls out tilting his head in confusion.

"Ichimaru Taicho?" She calls out looking up to him, the fear in her eyes as she leaned close to him.

"How did you get in here?"

"You've been screaming for the past hour." Gin states as she looks down at her hands. It was weird but she was in his embrace and she didn't want to leave it.

"You've been having night terrors." He then tells her as she lays her head on his chest as he caresses her hair.

Noticing how close their proximity was with each other she kindly separates from him and hops off of bed.

"I'm sorry, I need some fresh air." She tells Gin as he observes her room to see bottles of sleeping pill next to the bed. "Taicho do you wanna join me?"

The normal smile he always had on his face appeared as Gin agreed to. It was silent as they sat on the wood floor looking up at the moon.

(Your Name) couldn't read Gin but he always showed affection by his body movements towards her. There were many nights he had to wake her up and sometimes Kira would be by the door worried.

"I don't know why I keep getting these night terrors." She tells Gin.

"Ya stressed, don't worry about the past trauma." He advised her as she stared at her hands again. The blood that was spilled everywhere was tainted on her body.

The red liquid falling from her face and the sad look in (friends name) eyes as she buried the grave. The lonesome house she lived alone in for the next year and the sleepless nights all shaped her today.

A soft hand held hers as (Your Name) looked up to see Gin looking down at her again with concern. "Yer fine now, I'm here."

"I'm sorry, I keep spacing out. I'll try to stop." A small smile on her face as they saw the sun rise, a heavy body leaned onto her. Gin was asleep. "Jeez I can't really move now."

The night terrors got worse when it was learned that Gin was also behind the betrayal of the Soul society.

She remembered his face the day he left, it was almost as he was asking for help.

A part of her wanted to accept the feelings she had for him but she could never. (Your Name) knew Gin and Rangiku had a special relationship she didn't really know much about, but she wouldn't mess with it.

(Your Name) sadden a little more knowing she could never be his number one.

Kira was feeling down also, it was a sad day for many and a rude awakening for all of them.

"Gin still care for us?" (Your Name) asks the blonde man as they sat across each other with a sake bottle in the middle of the table.

"Taicho told me the day before the betrayal to watch over you." Kira says to her as she gasp.

"Funny because he told me the same thing."

"What was on his mind?" (Your Name) continues as they both toasted over the sake.

(Your Name) didn't like to sleep at night because she knew the nightmares would come again and no one would be able to stop them.

"Maybe I've diagnosed insomnia? I don't sleep much these days, especially since I've taken over Vice Captain duties and Kira took over Captain duties for now."

"My mind is in chaos everyday wondering if the path I chose was right?" Gin tells her as they sat in his office a sunny afternoon day.

"What do you mean??" She calls out but he doesn't answer.

"There are times where I feel lost and unmotivated but I care for the ones I love the most."

It was almost like Gin couldn't see her because every word she called out he couldn't hear.

"I'll do whatever it takes to make them both happy again even if it's wrong to love them equally."

"Gin?!" She screamed out his name but he only looked away from her.

"I'm afraid I've broken both their hearts."

"GIN!" (Your Name) screams as Kira was besides her worryingly. "Are you okay?" He asks handing her a cup of water as she drinks it.

"I've been getting nightmares again. Taicho was in it." She tells Kira as he sat besides her. They both are quiet, the air has some tension because they know it's been rough on them both.

"I have to get some medicine, I can't keep waking you up."

"It's fine. We are here for each other." Kira tells her as she looks up to him surprised. He was right, they've leaned onto each other for help and support. It was a healing process for them having to lose someone precious.

"I guess you are right." She chuckles laying back down as he made a futon next to hers. It was a normal thing for them now.

They had no one in their lives any more they were family now.

#bleach #bleach oneshots #bleach x reader #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #gin ichimaru #izuru kira #kira izuru #ichimaru gin #gin #tite kubo #kubo tite

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luxandnyx · 6 years

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Intoxicated

MOMO VISITED RANGIKU and she still wasn't home.

Toshiro's face was plagued with worry while he was waiting for her. He was pacing back and forth along the living room. I should've come with her. What if she— No, he shouldn't think like that. Momo was a responsible grownup and if anything had happened, she would've called him by now. But thinking about her being with Rangiku, he couldn't help but feel suspicious. That woman always had some foolish notions lurking behind her brain.

He had already set up his mind; he would go and find out the reason why Momo wasn't home yet.

The doorbell rang.

"Coming!" said a tipsy voice.

The door opened to a grim-faced Hitsugaya.

"Ooh, Toshirooo! What are you doing here? Coming to pick up your Momo?"

The white-haired man didn't hesitate to go inside the drunken woman's house. He went to the living room, examining the place. Not finding Momo there, he went to the kitchen. There he found what, or rather who, he was looking for. Her head was resting on the table and she was mumbling something unintelligible.

"Momo."

"Rangiku? What took you so long?" she slurred.

Before Toshiro could answer, she looked up and saw her teal-eyed lover.

"Oh, Shiro! Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you home." He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes must've tricked him. The words 'Momo' and 'drunk' didn't fit well together, and he never once thought she'd actually get herself intoxicated.

The blonde woman finally appeared and interrupted them. "But—" She was cut off; clearly, Toshiro wasn't going to let her suggest some other things that could make the situation worse.

"We. Are. Going. To. Leave," he hissed. "Now." He took Momo by the arm and to his surprise, she didn't protest. A soft sound was coming from her; she must've fallen asleep already.

"Killjoy," he heard Matsumoto mutter to which he just rolled his eyes. He carried Momo outside the house and into the car.

Momo woke up with a throbbing pain in her head. "Ugh. Why do I feel lightheaded?" She then remembered the events of last night: she went to visit Rangiku, et voilà, she was persuaded to drink with her.

She went to the bathroom to do her morning routine which consisted of brushing her teeth and washing her face; taking a bath would have to wait until later. Finally walking out, she proceeded to lie down on the bed again. Just then, a soft knocking sound was heard and the door opened quietly.

"I see you're already awake. What the heck were you thinking last night? Getting drunk, huh?" he said, disappointment evident in his voice.

"Noooo. Not now, honey. I feel dizzy," she said weakly.

"Whose fault was it?" he chided.

"Mmhmm. I got it, okay? I'm sorry, honey," she said.

"Fine, we'll talk about that later. Let's go eat breakfast." He started to turn but something suddenly hit him. "What did you just call me?" he asked, confounded.

"'Honey'?" Momo stated innocently.

"What?" He was shocked.

"Honey, is there something wrong?" she said a little worriedly.

Toshiro was speechless for a moment before he recovered. "Where did that come from?"

She chuckled inwardly. She was starting to enjoy this. Headache or not, she decided she'd have a little fun with her adorable Shiro. "What do you mean?" She was faking innocence now.

"That... that." He was blushing like mad.

"Rangiku told me I should have a term of endearment for you." She paused to think. "She listed some like: baby, sweetheart, darling... what else was there? Hmm..." she trailed off, trying to remember.

He didn't say anything.

"Oh, but I thought, 'honey' sounded good! It wasn't so sappy, yes? So I decided I'd call you that," she announced happily. "Didn't you like it, honey?"

"I-I don't know," his face was absolutely red now.

Did he just stutter? How cute! "So, aren't you going to call me 'honey', too?" she inquired with her famed puppy dog eyes.

Feeling like his face was about to explode from heating so much, he shouted, "N-no! Why would I?!"

"Don't you want to?" she giggled to herself; she was clearly having frolic teasing him.

"I take it you're still intoxicated," he finally announced.

She huffed. "Fine then, Hitsugaya. Suit yourself. And, I am already sober!" She turned away from him and pretended as if she was upset. The truth was, she was trying not to laugh in front of him. Oh, that look on his face, it was so endearing; she wanted to jump out of bed and pinch his flushing cheeks.

She was interrupted with her musings by Toshiro clearing his throat.

"F-fine. I'll let you call me that. But don't expect me to do the same," he muttered.

Momo turned to him but this time a look of genuine hurt was etched on her face. "Why?" she croaked.

"I like calling you by your name, Momo. I mean, it sounds... you," he explained.

She was a little surprised. "But there's nothing to lose, is there?"

He sighed. "Why did she even suggested that stupid idea?" he whispered to himself.

"I heard you."

"Ugh! Why am I even in this situation?" He was distressed now.

She smiled knowingly. "Toshiro, I love your name, too. But isn't it nice to try something new?" she said softly.

"Come on, I'm starving. Let's eat breakfast first."

"Hmm. Not until you say the magic word," she grinned playfully.

"What?"

"Say 'ho-ney', honey." She snickered.

Toshiro was abashed. "No."

"Fine. Go eat alone," she threatened.

"Ugh. Momo, why do you have to be so stubborn?" He was the very definition of a frustrated man now.

She just laughed him off. "But you loved that about me, didn't you?"

"I did. But still, you're making me go crazy!"

"Why, I'm crazy about you, too, honey," she declared melodramatically.

He didn't know before that one's face could redden to such a great extent; now he did. Darn, she looked so cute when she said that. "Go on, have your way."

He moved around to hide his embarrassment. Just then, something clicked in his head. Why didn't he realize it sooner? Oh, the genius that he was. Fine. You started the game; I'll finish it.

"Hey, Toshiro!"

He faced her again and smirked. It was finally time to turn the tables. "Why, get up now or I'll drag you out, honey." He smiled mischievously, mimicking what she did earlier.

And it was her turn to become speechless. After a second or two, she smiled lovingly at him. "Hmm. Why don't you carry me out of the room, honey?"

"Fine. You asked for it." He went to her and started to tickle her instead.

"Toshiro!" she squealed.

"What is it, honey?"

"S-stop!" she was panting heavily now. His hands refused to cease their movement.

"Say the magic words then," he smirked.

"'H-Honey!'" she screamed.

"Nope, not that."

"Wh-what, then?" she laughed heartily.

Revenge was sweet. "'I love you, honey.' Now, say it."

"I love you, honey!"

Toshiro stopped tickling her and whispered, "I love you, too." He bended down to place a loving kiss on her lips. He then pulled away, and placed an arm around her back and another under her knees, carrying her princess style. He started walking out of the room with her secured in his gentle but steady hold.

She leaned in on his chest, inhaling his minty scent. Yes, she thought, she was still intoxicated, not by alcohol — but by his very presence.

- The End -

#bleach #hitsuhina #hitsugaya toshiro #hinamori momo #fanfiction #au

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unohanadaydreams · 5 years

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Gotei 13 Headcanons

(Mostly pertains to divisions when before, during, and shortly after the first and second arc but some of these headcanons are valid all the way through.)

1st Division

Competition to enter this division is fierce and unlike many divisions, re-evaluations for staying in the 1st happen fairly often.

The younger generation of shinigami in this division are fairly peaceful, while the veterans who remember the formation of the Gotei 13 are generally a gruff bunch who have a fondness for hazing the new recruits. human college greek royalty has nothing on these old timers.

Many shinigami from this division end up transferring before re-evaluations as promotion into the upper ranks is almost impossible.

2nd Division

The lush quarters and insular duties that rarely extend to going into the rukongais make this division a favorite among Soul Society royalty and nobles who wish to serve with minimal risk. Soi Fon’s fatalistic attitude makes this a surprising fact to commoner recruits who find out.

Tradition is paramount, even more so than in the 1st division. A lack of knowledge on the correct way address superiors or serve tea results in lengthy punishment and ridicule. Like, no A/C all Summer punishment.

A common test of true stealth that is required for promotion among those of this division is to steal something from the 4th division. Few succeed and fewer are spared Captain Unohana’s ire.

3rd Division

Despite the lackluster reputation, those of the 3rd division are often some of the most well rounded talents of the Gotei 13 even if they aren’t the strongest.

This division has a squad garden and tree grove. It is mandatory to plant and grow food there and the fruits of everyone’s labor results a booming fresh and fermented fruit and vegetable business that the entire Gotei 13 buys from. Members of this division have a deep sense of community and eat well thanks to their garden!

Tests of promotion and evaluation are often masked as more carefree games and pranks, causing some to skip applying to this division when they are informed of the tests.

4th Division

Although the medical aspect of this division is more popularly known, the majority of those recruited into the 4th division are put on janitorial duties throughout the Gotei 13. The 11th division is a trash can compared to the rest of the Gotei.

The 4th division sponsors the running of a hospital in the human world for studying academy hopefuls and new recruits, to teach medical science and technology that isn’t approved to be brought to Soul Society. Captain Unohana herself travels there often to keep herself updated on new techniques.

Janitors of the 4th division often find promotions within the 2nd division for their amazing knowledge of the Gotei 13 layout, learned stealth, and incredible work ethic.

5th Division

One of the highest contributors to the Maggot’s Nest. Aizen through his nonchalance to unethical and careless curiosity masked as naivety allowed this. Momo through her genuine naivety. And Shinji through his curiosity and desire to put those individuals exactly there masked as nonchalance.

Though a peaceful surface, the 5th division has some of the most constant passive aggressive and petty drama. Members of this division have the most memorable fights and bullies. Seireitei Communication Monthly’s anonymous submissions are absolutely full of 5th division members attempting to spread rumors and humiliate their peers (and spill the tea).

Has a lab building dedicated to experiments on shinigami capabilities and gadgets meant to push those capabilities. Captain Kurotsuchi often sends moles to infiltrate, but the amount of information sabotaged from 5th divisions own members to punish other 5th division members is so great, its often more frustrating than enlightening for him.

6th Division

This division is often in charge of planning any special occasions within the Gotei 13. Occasion planning and room design lessons are mandatory because of this. The lieutenant of the 2nd division hates this and often petitions for this duty to be given to his division because he finds the 6th decorations “too plain”.

The only division to have mandatory barrack checks. Anyone with an untidy or ugly room is put on janitorial duty with a designated 4th division janitor for at least a month.

The most genuinely fair division in the entire Gotei 13. The Kuchiki line, although fairly different in actual personality, have never stooped to favoritism and do not accept such an attitude in their squad.

7th Division

The division that patrols the rukongai most regularly. Most shinigami positioned in rukongai districts also come from this squad. It is seen as extremely honorable to look after innocent citizens and is largely done without complaint.

One of the hardest to deal with paperwork loads of any division, second only to the 1st division, thanks to the fact that those stationed in the rukongai (about 1/3 of the division) are not present to help. Every end of the month is known as “the crunch”.

The most shinigami of any division are married in the 7th, thanks to the member’s ability to travel and meet so many people in the rukongai.

8th Division

This squad has a lot of members who own successful businesses, especially in the beauty, clothing, and adult sectors. Its rather rare for shinigami in service to run a business, so it’s a pretty big deal, and academy recruits know this.

Plans the most events of any division, both for leisure and to advertise the businesses run by squad members. The 6th division are very close to this squad and members are often promoted between them.

The squad with the most assignments in the human world, mostly so members can expand their businesses on the side. This means they’re also the most modern thinking squad along with the 12th division.

9th Division

Has the most chaotic energy of any squad. There will be two people shouting at each other over an opinion in grammar while the person sitting next to them is peacefully reading a poem book, kind of chaotic energy.

Interacts with other divisions the most, because they all want to make sure that they are represented well in the monthly magazine. 9th division is rolling in gifts and trips thanks to the lengths other divisions will go to in terms of trying to bribe the squad (it rarely works; General Yamamoto and Captain Unohana being firm exceptions).

Has the most “field trips” of any division. They most often go to museums, landmarks, and historical tours with occasional concerts thrown in. Officially listed as “team building excursions”.

10th Division

The most legitimately laid back division. Often seen as the most boring and un-noteworthy, but this squad has the least turnover in the entire Gotei 13.

Is in charge of the Gotei 13 ethics board, which often clashed with the Central 46 and afterwards, pushed to be more strictly enforced among the divisions. So far, the 5th and 12th divisions remain the only ones resistant to follow.

Volunteer work is part of promotion requirements. Although, lieutenant Rangiku started a trend of drinking with villagers of the rukongai as volunteer work; its very popular.

11th Division

Lieutenant Yachiru has an association dedicated to watching and announcing her location, funded by all divisions. The only thing keeping her from the maggot’s nest is her loyalty to Soul Society and General Yamamoto’s odd endearment toward her.

Nap time is legitimately part of the work schedule in the 11th division. If someone from another division brings it up, squad members will vehemently defend the super needed and very manly practice.

There’s a standard to bullying 4th division members and those who go to far end up being janitors for the 4th division in short order, especially if they lip off to Captain Unohana. Captain Zaraki turns a blind eye to it.

12th Division

Since they’re so involved with technology, they are very immersed in internet culture and absolutely know what memes are. Nemu posted a few vines and almost started a crisis within the Japanese government when a video showing off zanpakto powers was proven to not be photoshopped.

D&D, supplemented by virtual reality technology, is a very popular past time among 12th division members. Captain Kurotsuchi is a merciless GM.

Recruitment numbers for this division is the absolute lowest by a long shot, due to the captain’s habit of using new recruits as expendable experiments. This has caused Captain Kurotsuchi to start attempting a cloning/copying system to get the numbers back up.

13th Division

Every month, they hold a spa day as a “wellness exercise” but truly it’s so their captain will take a break without being asked to take a break.

Karakura Town is partly under the division’s control because that’s where Isshin and Urahara are. They move Urahara’s goods to the Seireitei under the guise of being their own division’s products made in collaboration with the 12th division (known for their very cute designs and playful advertising).

Although it’s a peaceful division, it’s also a very restless one. Most shinigami in this division can’t help but want “more”, even if they don’t know what the more is. It gives the impression of a very immature group of people.

#bleach headcanons #bleach hc #bleach imagines #gotei 13 headcanons #soul society headcanons #gotei 13 imagines #honestly i have so many more but this post would be ten thousand words long so i stuck to three each

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satsurikusajira · 3 years

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Needles 02

2359 words

reverse harem (FOC x Everyone)

chapter 01

They ordered drinks and food, most of it being ordered by Ikkaku, but Rin wasn't worried about the tab. She winked at Lieutenant Matsumoto and the buxom woman pulled a set of cards out of her uniform with a smile.

"Who's up for a card game?" the men around them groaned and Yumichika snatched the deck from her hands before she could start shuffling. "Hey!" she protested, but the deck was passed to Renji, who was two seats away from her, and promptly hid the deck in his uniform.

"No." he huffed. "You two have some scam going on, you always bleed us dry when we play against you." Both Lieutenants glared at each other, until Matsumoto sighed in defeat, looking over at Rin.

"We had a good run." she shrugged.

"You're just trying to swindle our money so you don't have to pay the tab." Ikkaku accused Rin, his finger wagging in her face.

"You're a seated officer." she argued. "You make 10 times what I get from the academy."

"Eh." he waved her argument away. "You'll be a seated officer in no time." and went back to his drink. He raised an eyebrow at Rin's silence and looked over at her.

"You really think so?" she asked, a shy smile on her face, a hopeful shimmer in her eyes.

"Yeah, I mean, you got us to train you!" he gestured to the table. Yumichika had the boasting smile of a prideful brother, and Renji was nodding into his drink, probably a little too tipsy to register what he was agreeing to, but Lieutenant Matsumoto had her eyes narrowed at her, a knowing smile on her lips. "Don't you worry about a thing, Rin!" Ikkaku continued, wrapping his arm brotherly around her shoulders and pulling her into a side-hug.

"Well, in that case, another round!" Rin called the waitress over and waved a coin purse in the air. Ikkaku cheered, and lifted his cup in celebration, freezing as he recognized the coin purse as his own. He patted his pockets.

"You little thief!" he made a grab for his money, but Rin had already paid the waitress. When he finally managed to get his wallet back, it was significantly lighter.

Rin laughed and drank with her brother and his friends. In a few weeks, she would be a Shinigami. Pulling the invitation forms from her pocket, she read them one by one, shuffling the papers into least to most attractive choice.

First, came third division. Captain Ichimaru gave Rin the creeps, but aside from that, third division didn't really interest her. The process of becoming a seated officer was pretty much basic, so she set the paper down as a last resort.

Next, came eleventh division. Captain Zaraki was a fight happy man, and had told her she wasn't strong enough. He probably gave her the form because Lieutenant Kusajishi missed some female company, and she was already so close to the division members, her brother and friends being from eleventh. But, as she had said, it was a rooster pen. If she wanted to be ogled at, she would join third.

Then, came tenth division. Captain Hitsugaya was a master tactician, kido expert and amazing at swordplay. No doubt she would learn a lot from being in his division. She still felt it would be cheating if she decided to join tenth, since Lieutenant Matsumoto seemed to favour her.

Finally, her two first choices: Second, and Twelfth. She held one form in each hand, not noticing Ikkaku watching her think as he sipped his wine.

Second division was under the command of Captain Soi-Fon. The Onmitsukido was a dream come true, and her Zanpakuto could be put to good use in stealth missions. She was small, quick, and the prospect of learning how to better suppress her reiatsu and hone her shunpo skills attracted her to no end. It would be hard work, but she was willing to give her best.

Her desire to join Twelfth division was merely to use their labs and research facilities. She only had one interest, which was to research Chihari's abilities to their full extent. She probably wouldn't be allowed to research only what she wanted, and most labs were under tight restrictions. It would take years for her to gain access to them. Not to mention the horror stories she heard about new division members being used as cannon fodder and lab rats.

"Go with second." Ikkaku's voice in her ear made her crash back into reality. His arm was resting on the back of her chair and he was leaning into her, reading over her shoulder. "Don't even think about twelfth, your brother will kill you." he took a sip of his drink. "And I'll help."

"I really want access to the research centre." she muttered back at him, glancing at the other three at the table, but they were too busy drinking and laughing at Lieutenant Matsumoto's lewd story and suggestive gestures.

"You can figure out your sword with meditation and training like the rest of us." he frowned at her insistence. "You'll do well in second. You almost had Renji." he waved his left hand at the redhead on her other side, simultaneously brushing her arm and calling said redhead's attention.

"She did not!" Renji studied them. "You two are cosy!" he grinned. Yumichika snapped his head to them and frowned at his friend. Rin just rolled her eyes as Ikkaku wrapped his arm across her chest and pulled her closer.

"You jealous, Abarai?" Rin could hear the cocky grin.

"Don't worry, Renji, he doesn't have any hair I can pull." Rin winked at the satisfied redhead as Ikkaku sputtered in his drink. Renji was about to speak, when the words died in his mouth and a cautiously blank look overcame his face.

"So, ya like hair pullin'?" A voice sent chills down Rin's spine. She shuddered involuntarily as her braid was tugged. She looked up at the Captain of the third division, who had her hair between his fingers.

"Uh, good evening, Captain Ichimaru." Rin turned in her seat, pressing closer to Ikkaku and pulling her head away.

"Are ya considering my division?" he grinned at the form on the table.

"I'm…" Rin cleared her throat. "I'm giving all invitations some thought, Captain. It's a big decision."

"If ya have any questions, don't hesitate to ask." He leaned down and grabbed the form from the table, pressing it into her hand. He smelled pleasantly of soap, with some citrusy undertone, but his closeness still irked her. "My door is open anytime." He grinned at her, his face too close for comfort. She caught a rare glimpse of his blue eyes, before he was yanked away by a tipsy Lieutenant Matsumoto.

"Gin! Leave her alone, she's coming to tenth!" She tried to push him away, but her drunkenness only made her lean on him to try and keep steady. "Oh, you smell nice."

"Do I?" Gin's attention turned fully to the busty woman draped on him. Without even a backwards glance, he started off with her on his arm.

"Do we rescue her?" Rin made to rise, but Renji put a hand on her forearm, shaking his head.

"They've been sleeping together on and off, she's fine." he reached for the form Captain Ichimaru had pressed into her hand. "So we'll get rid of this…" he searched the table and found the form for twelfth division. "And this."

"What? No!" Rin lunged for the second form, but Ikkaku grabbed her collar.

"You're not going to twelfth, Rin!" he huffed. "Get it through your head." he relaxed his grip as she sat back down, still grumbling as Renji ripped the forms, but kept his arm around her shoulders.

"So." Yumichika eyed his friend's hand on her shoulder, but chose not to comment. "Second, tenth and eleventh."

"She's going to choose second." Ikkaku said nonchalantly.

"I figure tenth." Renji shrugged.

"Nonsense, you're joining us in eleventh, of course, right?" Yumichika reached out and held her hand.

"Let's bet on it!" Lieutenant Matsumoto came back, her lips swollen and a disgruntled look on her face. "I bet tenth as well!" They all slapped some money on the table and looked at Rin, who gulped.

"I still have a week to decide!" she shuffled the forms in her hands.

"No!" the busty lieutenant wedged herself between Rin and Renji, who quickly slid off his chair and into Lieutenant Matsumoto's empty seat as she nearly plopped herself on his lap. "You have to choose now!"

"But…"

"Come on, you've made up your mind already." Ikkaku nudged her.

"Well…"

"I knew it, you'll be so happy in eleventh…" Yumichika smiled and started to scoop up the coins.

"Actually…" Rin put a hand on the coins to stop him. "I'm leaning towards Second Division." she could almost hear her brother's hopes crashing.

"But…I thought…you…" Yumichika was truly upset.

"I know, I know." Rin stood and walked around Ikkaku as he was collecting his money to hug her brother. "But imagine this: Your sister could be in the Onmitsukido one day!" she said with a smile, finally feeling this to be the right decision as her brother's arms wrapped around her waist.

"Yeah." Her brother sniffed. "Rin?"

"What, Yumi-nii?" she ran her hand over his hair.

"You stink."

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Lieutenant Matsumoto had decided to accompany Rin to the bathhouse, claiming it was too late for an academy student to be out by herself. Rin took a deep breath in anticipation. She knew she would end up having to carry the busty woman home. Again. The girls bid goodbye to the three friends, as Renji finally took the stolen cards from his haori and started shuffling, Yumichika and Ikkaku tossing coins on the table. Once outside, Rin shifted the other woman's weight on her shoulders.

"You okay to walk all the way, Lieutenant Matsumoto?"

"Rin?"

"Yes?"

"I know you're just being respectful, but I really do want you to call me by my name. Are we not friends?"

"We are...Rangiku." Rin smiled at her friend's giggle. "But I'm still calling you Lieutenant if we're ever on duty together."

"Baby steps, Rin-chan."

They arrived at the bathhouse some twenty minutes later, after a lot of stumbling around, thanks to Rangiku's much larger frame. The bathhouse was kept in order by fourth division, and Rin ended up happy she got rejected. She would hate to be mistreated for keeping Seireitei clean and healthy. She was always polite, but from now on, she promised herself to make an effort to be extra kind to fourth division members.

They left their clothes by the lockers, and wrapped themselves in towels, walking over to sit and wash up. Rin sighed as she washed the grime and sweat of the day away, simultaneously steadying Rangiku's shoulders every time she teetered sideways.

"Please don't fall…" she whispered as they made their way to one of the hot springs. Rangiku had sobered up enough with the washing, so she was steadier on her feet, laughing at Rin's concern. "Don't laugh! I was ready to rescue you from Captain Ichimaru, but Renji told me you needed no rescuing…"

"Gin and I aren't a thing." Rangiku sat down on the edge of the pool and looked at the night sky reflecting off the waves.

"How come? You two know each other for like...forever. And you've been on and off for, what? 30 years? More?" Rin sat by her side and slipped into the warm water.

"I'm not enough woman for Gin." Rangiku sighed and kicked her feet underwater.

"What?! Nonsense! One day you'll find someone who gives you all the attention and love you deserve, and he's gonna be left behind, wondering why." Rin spread her arms underwater and walked backwards until her feet could barely touch the ground. "That man needs to get his priorities in order." She stopped when she felt herself bump into something and turned, thinking she still had enough room in the pool, only to come face to face with Captain Soi Fon. "Captain! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you!"

"Not speaking ill of a Captain, are you, Ayasegawa?" Soi Fon still had that amusement shining in her eyes.

"Me? Oh, no, captain, I mean, well…" Rin looked back at Rangiku for support, but the redhead was giggling, holding her sides. "Rangiku, tell her!"

"It's fine, Rin-chan. Soi Fon is aware." she stopped giggling and sighed sadly. "Most of Seireitei is."

"That's enough." Rin huffed and splashed water on Rangiku. "I am making it my personal mission to help you find someone halfway decent for you!" Rin nodded at herself when Rangiku shot her a grateful smile. This would be no easy task, but she was set on helping out her friend.

The three women were the only ones in the bathhouse, at least in the women's half. they could hear soft splashing from across the bamboo wall separating men and women. They lazed around for a while, until the moon was high, and Rin sighed.

"I have to get back."

"Huh?" Rangiku lifted her head from the edge, where she had been resting.

"I have finals tomorrow. I shouldn't even have been out drinking tonight." Rin heaved herself up out of the water and looked back to find Captain Soi Fon missing. She didn't even hear the woman leave the pool. The amount of skill she could learn from her made Rin giddy and happy with her decision to join Second.

"You'll do fine, Rin-chan." Rangiku stood and wrapped herself in her towel, having had time to sober up enough to walk by herself.

They walked back a ways together, Rangiku bidding her goodnight and walking off to the left towards tenth division, while Rin continued on to the academy. The streets were empty and dark, but she heard neither sensed any danger until she got to the gates of the Academy, when she stopped in her tracks and gulped at the sight before her.

Ichimaru Gin was leaning against the gate, his arms and ankles crossed, grinning at her.

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