NOTICE:
What you are about to read is the product of a deranged mind in need of inspiration. My goal is this: write a series of romance-ish drabbles using totally random Bleach characters, just for the heck of it. The mode of randomization: assign 48 important characters a number, and then use the random number generator to find pairs. Young or old, man or woman, dead or living, they will be paired and their stories messed with! Read at your own risk!
I plan on posting two or three drabbles per chapter. So, enjoy...
Title: Loudmouth
Pairing: Asano Keigo x Hisagi Shuuhei
Warnings: x-treme stupidity, OOC-ness and crack
Comments: Augh, what a pair to start with. These two don't even know eachother, and I don't like Keigo...
Shuuhei wasn't one for loudmouth human guys. And this one had to be the worst of all. Ugly, stupid, flirtatious, impossible to shut up—and totally, madly in love with the shinigami.
He didn't know how or why it had happened, only that one day Asano had inexplicably given up on his many female interests (maybe he was just desperate), come out of the closet in a uniquely energetic and idiotic style (some people can't do anything gracefully), and thrown himself wholeheartedly at the deeply dismayed officer. It was inexplicable. Rather like... Romeo and Juliet, or some other such nonsense that Yumichika had been spouting. Love at first sight. (Except that that would make him Juliet, which didn't seem quite right. Anyways.)
As a result, Shuuhei came to loath the days he spent assigned to Karakura High as a backup for the increasing number of Arrancar "incidents" in the area. If Keigo's face wasn't in his line of sight, or his words babbling in Shuuhei's ear, then he was undoubtedly hidden somewhere plotting ways to win his beloved's heart. The guy was certainly tenacious, if not intelligent. And Shuuhei didn't think he could take it any more.
And then, one day, it stopped quite suddenly. Asano was nowhere to be seen, his strident voice no longer echoing down the halls and into Shuuhei's battered eardrums. Mizuiro informed him cheerily that the boy was sick, happily pressing a scrap of paper with an address into Shuuhei's hand on the assumption that he might want to visit his "dear friend."
And, predictably, when the shinigami showed up on Asano's doorstep against his better judgment, he was greeted by a tremendous sneeze and an equally unappetizing mucus laden embrace. Shuuhei wrinkled his nose at the damage to his uniform and sighed resignedly.
No, he certainly wasn't one for loudmouth human guys.
Title: Possession
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke x Kuchiki Hisana
Warnings: none, really.
Comments: Ah, this one was just interesting enough to make up for the last one. A pairing I never would have thought of but love already. Evilness, jealousy, and conspiracy theories for all! Mwahahaha!
A possession.
That was what Byakuya had in her. Not a wife. Not a lover. A thing to be bought and sold and stored in the dusty attics of the Kuchiki house. She belonged to him as she floated through the silent corridors on equally silent feet, a mere decoration on an altar to her husband. Her dark eyes, pale skin growing more ghostlike and translucent by the day. She was not a free woman but a desperate one, who had seduced the heir of a noble house in her quest to survive and bound herself to a life of slavery.
Aizen vowed to change that.
He didn't want to see her in chains any longer, her delicate body the property of a man who kept her only as an object. He didn't want to see her sad eyes filled with further sadness in the cold courtyards of Byakuya's home. Aizen Sousuke did not fall in love, but he did fall in hate, hate of a man who could hold but not cherish that which danced before him on butterfly wings.
Yes. The pitiful creature must have been happy when she died, free from all the harsh life she had spent. It wasn't really an end that Aizen bought for her. More like a clean slate, a gift to the one he cherished and watched from afar. At least that was how he thought of it.
Start over, Hisana, he thought as he readied her poison. It was an elegant mixture of subtle substances, laced with his own powers in such a refined fashion as to be admired by any who understood it. But none were to be given that pleasure. This was for her, and her alone. Be happy. I'm giving you a chance to forget.
Forget, as he could not. End it, as he would not allow himself. Destroy her, so that he would not destroy them both.
And keep away from me, my beloved. If you see this face, run, hide, escape. Count it as the face of the devil.
For I keep possessions longer and more strictly than any man alive.
Fin. Did you like it? Was this dumb or what? Yippee, stupidity! D