Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Whatever you read here is a work of my twisted, sadistic imagination.
A.C.: My first week back in school and it already has me wanting to strangle myself. We're on the fifth floor so suicide should be a peace of cake... my neck's killing me D:
Warnings: possible spoilers, oocness, breach of grammar security rule number something, something, something, mature themes, implied rape, noncon and general BL-ness.
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::Call on me:: an insistent prodding woke him from his personal stupor and back into a nightmare. He felt the dragon's frigid gaze in his mind, silently watching, weighing. ::You can't do this Toushiro, call on me:: and shame, hot, withering, nothing but shame washed over him like heat coursing through his body.
::Call on me::
'NO!' and stars burst into his vision in an explosion of black and white. Goosebumps puckered his flesh where his skin met the unyielding wooden desk. He felt Ichimaru's cold hand holding him down by the throat as the other hand was left free to wander. He looked up at the man, his eyes dull and mouth slightly a slack. It would be so easy for the taller captain to kill him right there and then if he wished. Gin smiled as if he had been thinking the same thing. The corners of his mouth grew sharper as they curled upwards and began to whisper quietly against his ear.
"I wonder if Hinamori-kun will thank ya after this 'Gaya." Hitsugaya stiffened, then relaxed. Gin was trying to goad him into a reaction... and it was working. Gin's hands shamelessly dipped under, cupping the firm buttocks and giving them a quick squeeze before lifting them off his desk. Instinctively, Hitsugaya's legs closed but the 3rd division's captain gently pried them apart with the expertise of someone who had done this many, many times before. "Will ya scream fer me 'Gaya?" a finger traced the shallow dip of the spine with a nail. "Momo-chan did when she was with Aizen..."
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"Sit upon the frozen heavens, Hyourinmaru."
He could hear the dragon smiling in his mind, radiating approval. The earlier's events pushed aside but nor forgotten, Hyourinmaru's immense energy tided against all others as Hitsugaya finally called upon the lord of ice.
Most of the more powerful Shinigami felt the warnings in their bones, the swift chill that slammed against their own reiatsu before splintering into pieces. For those shell-shocked by the sheer force of the initial release, they had no warnings to base their actions on. But for all its worth none of them were prepared when the sheet of ice covered the entire training grounds like a flower of snow in full bloom.
It was almost like magic. Magic how the snow and ice bloomed like a living thing, magic how the boy was able to swing his right arm like a pendulum so that the dragon would be birthed from the tip like a line of ink from a brush. Magic how the dragon flew forth with its jaw lined with freshly molded teeth, determined to carve out his stomach. But there was no magic, only action, blood and survival. Zaraki only had a moment to break free of the crimson ice to hold his wrist in a defense position as the dragon snapped angrily at him. The frozen muzzle pressed against his scarred chest as the head closed around the battered blade. Zaraki gave a sneer before thrusting the sword forward and slicing the apparition in two.
But the boy was no longer in front of him, completely at ease in this strange landscape granted by ice and water. Zaraki smirked, things were getting interesting.
The red ice was trailing behind Hitsugaya's left arm like a perverted version of the wings gifted by Hyourinmaru's final release. Its crimson coloring came from the flow of blood it stopped, the flow of blood it was birthed from. But it was too soft to be used as an effective armor and its flaw laid in the fact that its bulkiness threw off Hitsugaya's balance. Zaraki grinned and aimed a feint at the disabled left side. When 10th division's captain brought one of the crescent blades down to block him, Zaraki pivoted and caught him in the right shoulder. The nameless zanpakuto was dull, but with Zaraki's almost limitless reiatsu, it was able to cut through anything that might stand in its way. The sword plunged into the snow haired captain's shoulder, breaking the collarbone and lodging itself deep somewhere between the first and the second rib. Hitsugaya spat blood as the blade tore his lung and immediately a tower of crystallized blood rose from the wound, rejecting the foreign metal out of his body and keeping it held in the ice. Blood spewed forth from his mouth and nostrils but he was smiling, his eyes strange and pale.
"Finish him." The second crescent and chain encircled around the tall captain's neck. In a split second, the ice formed around his neck and face blocking his breathing as it traveled downwards. But when Hitsugaya tried to deliver the finishing blow, 11th division's Yumichika stopped them, breaking his captain out of his icy prison and catching Hitsugaya as he swayed on his feet.
"Yumichika...!" Captain Zaraki growled, upset that his little duel with Hitsugaya had been disturbed.
"Sorry captain but..." the snow covered young man pointed towards the back. Shinigami were in various state of being frozen and a certain pink-haired lieutenant was frolicking in between them all, having never seen so much snow within the walls of Seireitei. In fact, it was snowing right now. Hyourinmaru's initial release had created ripples within the air currents, creating weather patterns previously unseen by most. Zaraki noticed that his fifth seat too was shivering from the cold; the white haired captain beside him looked tense as he peeled himself off of the warm body. There was underlying fear within the green eyes as he used his zanpakuto as a make-shift cane. When the last of the 11th division broke out of their places on ice, he decided to call it a day. Zaraki sheathed his zanpakuto and turned to where Yachiru was scrambling over others, determined to not to miss a single snowflake. He rubbed his flayed neck and decided the boy wasn't half bad; it made him want to fight him again in an actual duel to see what he was capable of with final release.
"Ehh captain??" Ikkaku had caught the slightly pensive look on his captain's face.
"The brat was scared."
Yumichika began to order all the seated officers back to their divisions. Zaraki looked around and saw the slim form of Soifon as she left the snow covered area, Byakuya as he dusted the snow off his scarf, Renji as he began to wring out the water from his hair, Rangiku as she began to tug her captain towards the 4th division.
Ikkaku shrugged,
"But he wasn't scared of me." And it annoyed him. If the brat was fighting him, the least he could do was keep his mind on the battle and not let it stray everywhere else. Zaraki spat at the ground, "He wasn't fuckin' scared of me at all."
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"Captain!" as soon as the narcissistic 5th seat had left his side, his face was buried in warm and soft... immediately he pushed her away, blushing furiously as he eyed the bane of his existence. "Why captain..." started Matsumoto, greatly amused by his reaction. "If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you actually liked them." She winked still holding onto his smaller form as he swayed on his feet. "You haven't done that since you grew past the eye level with them."
Yes, he thought sourly. It did help from getting his face shoved in her cleavage every time he turned around, but it didn't stop them from suffocating him when Matsumoto thought it was a brilliant idea to lean over him nor did it prevent his neck from getting stuck in between them instead. He turned and saw that she was worried, her forehead creased with her two eyebrows meeting in the middle. He couldn't exactly wipe away the blood he left on her breasts so he scowled, letting her know in his own way that he would be alright. Matsumoto pouted when she saw what she dubbed as the 'ungrateful' look. She gently pushed at his back, turning him around towards the direction where the fourth division lay. "Captain, we should get you to the fourth division."
He nodded, almost absent mindedly, thinking about how the blood looked on the cream of Rangiku's throat. He didn't notice the silent stares the top seats of the fifth division was giving him, nor did he see the fox-like grin of Ichimaru Gin as he lazily dusted off his ice coated haori.
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Unohana Retsu frowned as she assessed the damage. She saw as clear as day that the ice had torn through the skin and multiple vessels rather than glaze over the outside as it normally should. It was now clinging onto bits of dead or dying flesh, hanging off the arm and shoulder like a misshapen cape. She melted most of it off without much trouble but stopped when she got close to the torn flesh, manually prodding the skin with her fingers as she manipulated the affected areas back to life.
Her shadow was taller than his as they sat upon a sterile bed, back against the window with the setting sun centered in the middle. But her reiatsu was different from most, different than Captain Ukitake, Captain Kuchiki, Captain Soifon, Captain Zaraki or Captain Ichimaru. Hers radiated of acidic protectiveness that –he thought- something his mother might have had. He relaxed into the soothing green touch as the fingers rubbed into the threading flesh, sighing in an almost disappointment as the treatment ended.
"I wish you wouldn't use this move." She said reproachfully as she got up. "It might be useful for stopping blood flow but it inflicts greater damage in the long run."
'It wasn't me...'
There was a barely noticeable stretch of raw pink where the cuts had originally been. He no longer tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and his breathing was no longer blocked by his bleeding lung. He groped at his shoulder, looking for an edge of rough, evidence that he had fought Zaraki and came out relatively in one piece. There was nothing except flakes of dried blood. As he rose to stand, a firm hand stopped him.
"Not yet." There was a tingling in his body, not unlike having all his skin exposed under the warm sun. It was a cleansing experience that made him feel as though events in the afternoon were nothing but a series of nightmares. "You should have known better to spar with Zaraki-taichou in this condition." He froze as her hand skirted over his neckline. At Hitsugaya's wide-eyed look she added disapprovingly, "Do not worry Hitsugaya-taichou, this is strictly confidential between you and I unless it threatens your life or your ability to lead."
Hitsugaya kept silent as she left, keeping his thoughts to himself as Matsumoto walked into the ward.
What if it was threatening him?
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"I don't see why you're choosing to speak for her; it would be a mercy killing if she dies." The brunette took the strands of white from the other captain's hands. Ice-like reiatsu jumped in from the seemingly harmless hairs, he closed his hand over them and smiled grimly.
Gin waved his hand, leering as Aizen tucked the strands into his kimono.
"Gotcha what ya wanted didn' I?"
Aizen pushed his glasses up as he leaned on the blood stained walls of Central 46 Chambers. The light reflected off the non-prescription lenses and carefully hid Aizen's eye from view.
"You know Gin, I asked you to retrieve samples not..."
"...Fuck 'Gaya? Jealous?" Gin snickered impertinently, Aizen wisely ignored him.
"Just be careful... we don't want anyone to interrupt what we're about to do."
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"Are you sure there's a hollow around here?" Hisagi Shuuhei asked dubiously as they pushed through the foliage. It was hard to believe that a hollow had made it into Soul Society never mind to get as far as the outskirts of Rukongai. His foot sank into the lightly layered ground with a crunching sound. Even this far out, the afternoon's demonstration had effected the weather. If this was only the initial release, what would the final release be like?
Kira let out a miserable sound, his breath dissipating in the air in the form of white smoke. He kept slipping over the hidden ice patches as they went on looking for the so-called hollow one of their subordinates had reported.
"Nakada Saburo reported hollow activity around here somewhere. He was patrolling the area when he felt its energy somewhere near..."
"Saburo is an idiot, that's why he's one of the 19th seats." Hisagi sighed, running his hand through his hair. "This is a waste of time; Saburo could have seen a rabbit and thought that he saw a hollow. And he does that... all the time."
Kira shrugged helplessly in response,
"There was that one time when he did report an actual hollow."
'So did a dozen others' Hisagi wanted to reply, but bit his tongue and began to twist his head around to try and see beyond the line of trees. There was nothing except the sound of a waterfall nearby, nothing to indicate that a rogue hollow was running loose in the Soul Society.
Kira abruptly stopped chattering his teeth.
"Hey look."
They turned in synchronization, feeling the heat darken their faces as the 10th division's captain went into the colder waters. Hitsugaya had claimed the area, too skittish after the afternoon's events to even think about going back to the bathhouse. He was complete naked save for Hyouinmaru's green sash around his wrapped around his thin wrist, his uniform in a neat pile on a rock beside him. They both knew that they should be turning away, or at least let the captain know that they were there. But as the small of his back disappeared beneath the frigid waters of the waterfall so did there thoughts, and their original purpose of being there.
Hitsugaya's normally tan skin looked like cream and ivory in the moonlight, more so framed against the droplets of icy waters. With his white hair and green eyes, the 10th division's captain looked like an apparition of snow, lord of the winter in his physical form. The temperatures that would have left even the hardiest members of the 11th division sneezing for a day and a half Hitsugaya welcomed, enjoying the silence as his shoulders began to relax.
Kira did his best to look away, curiosity getting the better of him all the time. Beside him, Hisagi didn't even seem to be hiding his obvious interest in the young captain. The 9th division's lieutenant's blush seemed to be permanently painted on as Hitsugaya waded through water muttering a few words to his zanpakuto every once in a while.
"They say that Hitsugaya-taichou is lucky for having Rangiku-san as a lieutenant," Hisagi said absentmindedly as he continued staring at the white haired captain. "If you think about it, Rangiku-san is the lucky one."
Kira was about to answer when the rock beside them trembled. Slowly the duo turned their heads and began to slowly back away from the pulsing stone. Feeling the odd vibes, Hitsugaya looked around and saw the two shinigami there. Swearing as he overcame his initial embarrassment and saw the source of the energy, Hitsugaya swam towards his pile of clothing when the hollow struck. Like a diving whale, the hollow kicked off with its powerful legs, jumping clear of the foliage dotting the river's edge and landing in the water with a terrific splash. The green-eyed captain barely snagged the snow-white haori from the pile of clothing before he had to dodge the hollow's claws. Hisagi and Kira immediately ran into the water to help, knowing that the sudden explosion of reiatsu in the area would be enough of an alarm for others to follow if needed to be.
"No you idiots! Don't come in the water!" the unsheathed zanpakuto shone brightly; almost an electric blue as the hollow pressed its enormous talons against it, the nails already fizzling as the purifying effects of the spirit sword began to take effect. The two lieutenants stopped, confused. Hitsugaya went under the churning water and foam, Kira's startled gasp barely audible through the hollow's frenzied roars. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, Hisagi began to drag the 3rd division's lieutenant towards the shore. Hitsugaya burst out of the water just as Kira's feet left the river. "Sit upon the frozen heavens, Hyourinmaru!" Even before he finished the incarnation the waters froze, different layers splintering into each other as the effects began to work from up to down. A dragon circling the Gotei 13's youngest captain turned its head and attacked the stuck hollow. Hitsugaya landed gracefully on the ice, the chain and blades already wrapped around the hollow's limbs as Hyourinmaru made a short work of the bone-like mask.
Snow began falling again but no wind this time, almost as if Hyourinmaru was at peace and Hitsugaya was too. It wasn't as cold this time nor as hungry. The winter air gently passed over them in greetings as delicate flakes filled the air and began to join their brethren on the ground.
The haori fanned around his hips and upper thighs like an indecent skirt as he turned, just barely managing to cover the unmentionables before revealing marble like legs and feet. The green sash was wrapped around his waist in a makeshift obi, more to preserve his modesty since the two other shinigami were there. He opened his mouth to speak when a grating sound split through the air. Hitsugaya looked at his hand, where his zanpakuto had fractured down to the very hilt. The sound had come from the crazed metal, shattering before dissipating into the air. The blade broke off and disintegrated, his reiatsu pitching madly enough for the two lieutenants to realize this was serious. The remaining metal piece closest to the hilt shone a pale blue, almost as if to reassure the boy-captain that it would be alright. Then it disappeared, leaving only the hilt in Hitsugaya's hands.
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Omake-ish: Types of shinigami confessions (wtf?)
I couldn't resist, saw this on the net. If it sounds weird, it's because I suck at translating ;) have fun.
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Kurosaki Ichigo- angry type
"You #)$&!&#)#$ idiot!! Don't you get it?!! I like you!!"
Abarai Renji- stuttering type
"-Blush- Ok so it's like this... uhh you know... I mean... shit... I mean... aww man...
Kuchiki Byakuya- persuasive type(?)
"-Looks away blushing- I believe you need me. I will await your answer."
Ichimaru Gin- player type
"Ya just looked at me didn't ya. I saw it all, ya like me don't ya?"
Hitsugaya Toushiro- honest type
"-Blush- I get worried if you're not by my side alright? So... stay by my side!"
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-Runs before getting shot-