anaelau (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anaelau) wrote,@ 2007-02-14 15:42:00 |
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Title: Brightly Burning
Author:icefalcon
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Noooonne
Warnings: Spoilers for Isshin's backstory.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
1.
Shiba Isshin had always intended to join the fourth division, and he’d beat up anyone who said different.
He wanted to heal, dammit, no matter what muscle brained morons thought of the Fourth division. Anyway, he was THE Shiba Isshin! He’d shape up the few pansy assed weaklings, and he’d be the best healer and the best fighter the Gotei-13 had ever seen!
Yes, Shiba Isshin had always intended to join the fourth division - until the moment his zanpakuto imperiously woke.
He’d known the right words to wake it, of course. Isshin always had. They’d never worked, but he could feel the distinctly unimpressed arrogance sitting at the back of his head, refusing to obey.
He’d sat there for hours at the Academy, shouting them over and over, getting more and more frustrated at both the lack of response, and the growing heavy amusement inside him.
And then one day, it worked.
He’d snuck out to spend the day nosing through the Fourth division headquarters. Unohana-taichou had even smiled at him, which was good, because it meant she liked him and that was important because he’d be vice captain soon.
Isshin had been stomping back to the Academy, howling out the release command of his shikai (he’d made a little song), thinking about how he’d kick Akane-fukutaichou’s ass and other important things.
“REEEEEEJOICCCE IN THEEEEEE -”
No.
‘Horizon, A – huh?’
We will NOT answer your call while you direct yourself so.
Isshin groaned, overwhelmed by the force of the presence manifesting itself in his head.
Heal? his zanpakuto said, increasing in power.
Isshin fell to the ground.
Serve? his zanpakuto hissed, burning, burning brightly.
He struggled to breath through the shining blaze around him.
We will not serve, his zanpakuto said.
In. Out.
We must rule, his zanpakuto demanded.
The light was unbearable.
We have a different path to walk, his zanpakuto said.
And the radiance of his zanpakuto’s sun tore through the misty clouds of his planned future.
Author:
icefalconRating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Noooonne
Warnings: Spoilers for Isshin's backstory.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
1.
Shiba Isshin had always intended to join the fourth division, and he’d beat up anyone who said different.
He wanted to heal, dammit, no matter what muscle brained morons thought of the Fourth division. Anyway, he was THE Shiba Isshin! He’d shape up the few pansy assed weaklings, and he’d be the best healer and the best fighter the Gotei-13 had ever seen!
Yes, Shiba Isshin had always intended to join the fourth division - until the moment his zanpakuto imperiously woke.
He’d known the right words to wake it, of course. Isshin always had. They’d never worked, but he could feel the distinctly unimpressed arrogance sitting at the back of his head, refusing to obey.
He’d sat there for hours at the Academy, shouting them over and over, getting more and more frustrated at both the lack of response, and the growing heavy amusement inside him.
And then one day, it worked.
He’d snuck out to spend the day nosing through the Fourth division headquarters. Unohana-taichou had even smiled at him, which was good, because it meant she liked him and that was important because he’d be vice captain soon.
Isshin had been stomping back to the Academy, howling out the release command of his shikai (he’d made a little song), thinking about how he’d kick Akane-fukutaichou’s ass and other important things.
“REEEEEEJOICCCE IN THEEEEEE -”
No.
‘Horizon, A – huh?’
We will NOT answer your call while you direct yourself so.
Isshin groaned, overwhelmed by the force of the presence manifesting itself in his head.
Heal? his zanpakuto said, increasing in power.
Isshin fell to the ground.
Serve? his zanpakuto hissed, burning, burning brightly.
He struggled to breath through the shining blaze around him.
We will not serve, his zanpakuto said.
In. Out.
We must rule, his zanpakuto demanded.
The light was unbearable.
We have a different path to walk, his zanpakuto said.
And the radiance of his zanpakuto’s sun tore through the misty clouds of his planned future.
