Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
My World
Prompt: Comfort of the familiar...
A/N: Written for LJ.
He was adult enough to read porn and to go drinking with women, but not enough to treat her with respect or to hold his own pride anywhere away from his crotch. The man was acting like a complete fool, and she was not about to give into his pathetic whimpering. For the entirety of the day, Nanao had been forced to play "tag" with her captain. She had destroyed his liquor stash, that she had only found that morning, chased him away from the bar, and dragged him down the street as he attempted to pinch the rear ends of a couple of giggling women. Now, she was the one suffering at his hand as he pleaded with her to let him have a little fun.
Nanao was no fool. She knew exactly what kind of "fun" he had in mind, and she would not degrade herself by being his plaything.
She grimaced as he grabbed her around the waist, almost in tears as he begged. Fortunately, she had a clipboard in hand, and proceeded to use the wooden slab to repel her blubbering pervert of a captain. The man's face contorted into a pained smile as he hit the floor, sitting up and wiping blood from his nose. He began to ramble on as he followed her from a distance, swearing that she would "be mine" again.
At his words, Nanao spun on her heel, allowing the clipboard to fly from her hand and plow into the captain's face. As he dropped once again, she set off at a run, darting down the hallways of the barracks before reaching her own quarters. She had gone in several circles, aware that he was sure to follow. But the knock on the door that she had anticipated failed to come, leaving her alone in the silence of her thoughts.
She would reconcile herself to finishing up the paperwork that had piled up on her desk while the idiot himself went out drinking again. It took too much effort to give a damn. This time, she was done... Or so she told herself when she got fed up with the man.
The hours ticked by, the sun casting their world into the warm glow of the twilight hour. The ideal time for Shunsui to go and play games with his little "friends." Nanao shook her head, urging herself to forget about his selfishness. In truth, she wouldn't mind indulging him every now and again, but he treated love like a joke. Each night she had wished that he would get off his ass and commit to her, for it was what she wanted above all else. But Shunsui wasn't that kind of man. She loved him, but she knew that it was damn well impossible for him to give up his carefree lifestyle and remain with her for the rest of his life.
He'd miss being a philanderer too much.
The sun soon vanished, plunging the outdoors into darkness, leaving Nanao alone with naught but a dying candle as her companion. The flame soon died out, signaling to her that it was time to retire for the night. Swiftly, she undid her hair, placing her glasses on the beside table before curling up beneath the sheets. If only he could be what she needed. What they both needed. But, even if he couldn't, she would love him and keep him with her, taking comfort in that which was familiar:
The man that had become her whole world.
Shunsui! Stop dragging your feet and commit, you loser!
