anaelau (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anaelau) wrote,@ 2005-10-19 11:42:00 |
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Dear Erin as you were going to bed so soon you get a shitty half done poorly edited version! Really, so not coherent. :/
BYAKUYA HAS A COOOOOOLDDD. Just like Laura. I'm sorry this sucks so much!
Title: Nooone yet.
Author:icefalcon
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya/Ukitake.
Warnings: crap. ooc.
Disclaimer: not mine
Byakuya sniffed, and sneezed into his sakura-patterned handkerchief. He leveled a flat look at Zaraki, who was openly sniggering across the room at him, and not paying the proper courteous respect to Yamamoto.
He was tired and grumpy. He had no voice to speak of, so his presence at a captain’s meeting was ridiculous. But Rukia’s current presence at home and her rejoining the 13th Division despite his strong request to transfer under a more responsible captain meant that he would get no rest there either, with her pleading eyes.
Shinigami shouldn’t get colds, anyway.
He sneezed again. The handkerchief was a joke that he was finding less funny each time he saw it, which was with increasing frequency.
He ignored another snigger from Zaraki, who wasn’t even the first person today to laugh. The effrontery of 4th Division members showing any form of amusement over at captains too proud to ask for healing, or to even stoop to acknowledging that they were ill! It clearly showed the level to which the Gotei 13 had sunk to, in his opinion.
A series of racking coughs, repeated by another across the room, moved Zaraki’s sniggers from irritating to irrelevant. He was dangerously reaching a point where he just didn’t care as long as it all went away, far away from his pounding head.
He focused very carefully on not projecting any sign of the killing force he was about to unleash if one more thing came up that prevented him from returning home to recover from a demeaning illness he’d caught from wading through the sewers of filthy human cities.
Next time, he’d leave his division members to rot.
Yamamoto’s sonorous tones were drawing to a close. Hopefully he hadn’t been given any missions outside the parameters of ‘kill things dead’, as he’d useless. Like the sniggering Zaraki.
Who he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of acknowledging.
Byakuga was so intensely not acknowledging Zaraki that he forgot to avoid the second of the captains that he customarily – and very pointedly - did.
White hair moved into his watery vision, as Ukitake nudged him and ventured a subdued smile.
‘Byakuga?’
He wondered if he put on his stoic face and stared at the wall, it’d all go away.
Ukitake waved a hand in front of Byakuga’s face cautiously. He flashed a smile that an exhausted Byakuya could only blink at, before Byakuga settled a careful look of disdain across a blank face.
The smile disappeared, to a flash of surprising irritation on Byakuga’s part.
He handed Byakuya a small white bottle. ‘It’s good for a chest cough,’ he said quietly.
For once, not sneering an insult towards a captain so weak he had to carry around stuff like that out of necessity, Byakuya took it.
He returned it in person the next morning, made stiff conversation, and left.
He returned the morning after that.
And the one after that.
Ukitake had a stubborn streak that matched his own, and it was only three weeks later that they found themselves in a conversation that two surprisingly similar men should have held a long time ago.
Much later, lying in a warm bed with a handful of moonlight strands in his fingers, Byakuga smiled drowsily.
Still, it didn’t mean he had to like Zaraki.
BYAKUYA HAS A COOOOOOLDDD. Just like Laura. I'm sorry this sucks so much!
Title: Nooone yet.
Author:
icefalconRating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Byakuya/Ukitake.
Warnings: crap. ooc.
Disclaimer: not mine
Byakuya sniffed, and sneezed into his sakura-patterned handkerchief. He leveled a flat look at Zaraki, who was openly sniggering across the room at him, and not paying the proper courteous respect to Yamamoto.
He was tired and grumpy. He had no voice to speak of, so his presence at a captain’s meeting was ridiculous. But Rukia’s current presence at home and her rejoining the 13th Division despite his strong request to transfer under a more responsible captain meant that he would get no rest there either, with her pleading eyes.
Shinigami shouldn’t get colds, anyway.
He sneezed again. The handkerchief was a joke that he was finding less funny each time he saw it, which was with increasing frequency.
He ignored another snigger from Zaraki, who wasn’t even the first person today to laugh. The effrontery of 4th Division members showing any form of amusement over at captains too proud to ask for healing, or to even stoop to acknowledging that they were ill! It clearly showed the level to which the Gotei 13 had sunk to, in his opinion.
A series of racking coughs, repeated by another across the room, moved Zaraki’s sniggers from irritating to irrelevant. He was dangerously reaching a point where he just didn’t care as long as it all went away, far away from his pounding head.
He focused very carefully on not projecting any sign of the killing force he was about to unleash if one more thing came up that prevented him from returning home to recover from a demeaning illness he’d caught from wading through the sewers of filthy human cities.
Next time, he’d leave his division members to rot.
Yamamoto’s sonorous tones were drawing to a close. Hopefully he hadn’t been given any missions outside the parameters of ‘kill things dead’, as he’d useless. Like the sniggering Zaraki.
Who he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of acknowledging.
Byakuga was so intensely not acknowledging Zaraki that he forgot to avoid the second of the captains that he customarily – and very pointedly - did.
White hair moved into his watery vision, as Ukitake nudged him and ventured a subdued smile.
‘Byakuga?’
He wondered if he put on his stoic face and stared at the wall, it’d all go away.
Ukitake waved a hand in front of Byakuga’s face cautiously. He flashed a smile that an exhausted Byakuya could only blink at, before Byakuga settled a careful look of disdain across a blank face.
The smile disappeared, to a flash of surprising irritation on Byakuga’s part.
He handed Byakuya a small white bottle. ‘It’s good for a chest cough,’ he said quietly.
For once, not sneering an insult towards a captain so weak he had to carry around stuff like that out of necessity, Byakuya took it.
He returned it in person the next morning, made stiff conversation, and left.
He returned the morning after that.
And the one after that.
Ukitake had a stubborn streak that matched his own, and it was only three weeks later that they found themselves in a conversation that two surprisingly similar men should have held a long time ago.
Much later, lying in a warm bed with a handful of moonlight strands in his fingers, Byakuga smiled drowsily.
Still, it didn’t mean he had to like Zaraki.
