A/N: i'm in one of 'those' moods again =.= not productive, but wanting to write 'something' that doesn't really 'further' any of my plots... sigh... suppose that's what i have this drabble-pile for! -evil grin-
Dis: Bleach-y goes to kubo, 'Try' is by one of my favorite artists PINK! woo~ :D
ENJOY!
Try, and Try, and Try
"Ugh…" the black clad Konoichi lifted her head up off the bar, dark eyes bleary as one hand held her fuzzy head and the other was wrapped around some small glass…
She pressed her middle digit between her brows and groaned again.
Something shifted in her peripheries and those dark eyes opened just enough to glance at whatever it was; a very large Shinigami covered from head to toe, the helmet on what she assumed was a 'him's' head reminding her of a white drape. The hand that had been pushing back the swelling headache dropped as she stared at her apparent drinking partner, even if she didn't know who he was, just that she'd knew of him from her files, but that didn't stop her mind from wondering just why the hell he was sitting right next to her.
–I should have noticed earlier- she really should have, some konoichi she was, couldn't even notice a mountain had taken up residence next to her while drowning in booze and not remembering why exactly… well, telling herself that anyway.
The large 'man' seemed to tap the extremely small looking glass between his gloved hands, liquor still obviously in it, practically untouched and she got the feeling 'he' was giving her a sidelong glance, something about this extremely irritated her.
"Ever wonder what he's doing?" there was a distinct slur to her voice as she fully faced the giant, a bit of information she probably shouldn't be bringing up coming to mind and her well-passed-drunk state of mind was having none of that stupid 'tact' bullshit, "how it'll all turn into lies?" she was feeling particularly spiteful of the fact he wasn't responding.
The quiet giant tapped his glass again, probably a 'nervous' habit, before his helmet shifted just enough that for a second the pretty-much-drunk konoichi was almost positive she saw gold eyes, "sometimes," he said low and politely, hands finally still as he turned back to his drink, "Though I think it's better to never ask why…"
The konoichi burned for a moment, angry at the passive giant for several reasons… first and foremost being his obvious ability to cut through her bullshit and see right into the heart of why she was stabbing him…
The obvious frown didn't diminish the red running across her face as she glared down into her empty glass. There was an old saying running through her head that seemed relevant to her current 'predicament', why in the world she said it out loud is beyond her, "Where there is desire, there is going to be a flame," absently she tipped the empty glass over and started rolling it back and forth, just vacantly staring at it as her voice lowered sadly, "Where there is a flame, someone is bound to get burned…" she'd been burned, more then she cared to admit…
"Just because it burns," the giant said in that deceptively soft voice as he lowered a now empty glass, part of her wishing she'd been watching him while he drank, "doesn't mean you're going to die," with the clip of the glass being set upside-down on the bar top her eyes glanced to his helmet for some reason. For another second, she thought she saw gold, and part of her wondered if he was smiling, he sounded like it as he easily stood up, still needing to hunch a bit from the low ceiling in the small cheap establishment, as he patted her shoulder with that light voice, "just keep trying…"
With the oddly soft pat on her shoulder he turned and left.
For some reason she was still watching the door long after he was gone, and part of her wished she wasn't so drunk, just so she could have cut off his arm for touching her… yea, that was why.
It was several decades later she found herself in a similar predicament, face down on the bar top, covered by her arms as an empty glass lay not far off…
The presence of a mountain next to her was more 'obvious' this time around though, along with the white coat that now adorned his slightly altered covered-from-head-to-toe features, a golden metal helmet replacing the fabric one from years ago.
Her head tilted to the side, enough to glare at him with one narrow eye over her own white sleeves and the red on her face, from being drunk… that was her story and she was sticking to it! That dark eye just narrowed on him as again he seemed to just 'hold' his drink when she was looking directly at him, even if it was half-empty, and he oddly wasn't fidgeting this time, she chose to ignore that and continue glaring at him.
"Funny how the heart can be deceiving…" her voice was sharp and laced with venom, but her eyes weren't focused on the mountain next to her, just at the memories of something from too long ago she should have kept buried.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the motion of his hand lowering, presumably he'd drank again without her notice, as he now cupped his drink in both hands, facing forward, as far as she could tell with that basket-helmet, "… more than just a couple times." His voice sounded wistful and not as soft as it used to be…
As much as she wanted to watch him like a hawk, to catch that glimpse of removing enough of his stupid looking helmet to drink; her eyes unconsciously tucked under her arm, wistfully staring at the grains in the wood on the bar top.
Suddenly there was an oddly loud bellow next to her, causing the konoichi to jump. Then she realized her 'drinking partner' had just laughed, it was probably the first time she'd heard it, "Suppose the next question is," there was a light sigh that seemed to oddly echo from inside his helmet as he raised his drink again, "Why do we fall in love so easily?"
Dark eyes watched him a moment, before they looked away towards the bar again, not caring as she curled into her arms again, blocking out the world and mumbling under her breath, "… even when it's not right."
Somehow she got the feeling the helmeted giant heard her and was smiling, it was probably the low softness that reentered his voice, "Where there is desire…" he started, head tilting in a way that suggested a large grin as he raised his empty glass as if to toast.
The konoichi finally raised her head out of her arms and just glared at him. That stupid joviality in her presence was a death sentence, he should know that…
So why did her hand grab her own empty glass and click it to his, remembering what he'd told her some time ago, "Just gotta keep trying…"
She could feel eyes on her, probably a big stupid grin too; luckily hidden behind his helmet… she kind of wished she had one too at the moment as she looked away, her cheeks feeling too red to be just from the booze…
For some reason this time she was resting her chin on one arm, not feeling as drunk she figured she should, and just rolling the empty glass on its side by the edge listlessly with one finger. She was deliberately keeping her eyes forward, or on the rolling glass, and trying very, very hard to ignore the urge to glance at the other captain next to her. The konoichi was convinced he got looks all the time now that his helmet was gone and his anthropomorphic features were obvious, so he probably was tired of others staring… so she wouldn't.
… It had nothing to do with the fact he looked like a kicked puppy as those gold eyes just gazed at his empty glass just sitting alone on the bar top, those odd dog-brows of his drawn together tight in the middle of his forehead marking probably the saddest thing she had ever seen in her life.
Not that she'd been paying any attention or anything.
"Ever worry that it might be ruined?" his voice was so low, without that partial echo she'd come to recognize, and just so damn sad, "Does it make you want to cry?" his large still-gloved hand reached out, running along the edge of his glass absently, "When you're out there, doing what you're doing," he made a nudge over his shoulder like he was referencing something specific. The konoichi just kept looking at him as his voice seemed to drop lower; something about his gold eyes seemed to almost be shimmering, "Are you getting by?"
"Are you?" her voice was crisp, betraying no emotion on her part as she finally set her glass down.
He looked at her directly, that red dog face and gold eyes with the drawn up whiskered brows, flat black-rimmed ears and an obvious frown on his maw.
She looked back, dark eyes flat as she rested her small pale face on one hand and tried to keep as neutral a look as possible.
It was quiet between the two of them for a good long minute before the bartender seemed to finally decide to set new drinks in front of them both before disappearing.
The Konoichi-Captain was the first between them to glance at the new drink, finally raising her head to grab it with the hand propped on the bar, "Where there is desire…" she said lowly, with a voice the dog-man probably didn't recognize, she certainly didn't.
"There is a flame…" his ears were low as he too was looking at his new drink, debating about picking up for a long moment. He finally did with a pout, "Where there is a flame…" gold eyes skittered to the small woman hesitantly, his fingers tapping the glass in his hand.
An odd smirk picked at the edge of her lips as she raised the glass, staring more at it then his dower look, even if it was kind of cute, "Someone's bound to get burned…" the smirk fully formed as just before she took a sip she decided to outstretch her hand, offering up a toast between them, "but just because it burns…"
Her voice must have sounded weird, because his pointed dog ears perked, and he looked towards her with those shimmering gold eyes, obviously surprised before a strained smile took over his maw and he too reached out his glass enough, "Doesn't mean you're going to die."
Their glasses clicked, and they both tilted their heads back, downing the entire glass and placing the empty glasses on the bar top at the same time. He had a dumb grin and she was smirking, even if she was looking away.
"You just…" her voice cracked, she blamed it on the burn still in her throat from the alcohol as she swallowed again, ignoring how uncomfortable it suddenly felt to look at that cute red face of his, "You just gotta get up and try," she finally spat out, eyes closed, head propped, and the red on her face was from drinking, yea, that's what it was…
She didn't need to look at the dog-man to see the obvious smirk on his face as he looked at her poor attempt to distance herself after their little 'moment', at least he respected her enough to not make it so obvious. There was a slight chuckle from him, she only dared to look when she felt his gaze finally leave her and her shoulders stopped shaking, "… and try, and try, and try." His laugh was light, deep, bellowing as he grinned towards the low ceiling, eyes closed for her comfort.
Okay, she'd admit, at least, as she watched him much less dower then he was a moment ago, it was probably the best thing she'd heard in ages…
And she wasn't enjoying it, or blushing… it was the booze, that's all.
zi real lyrics~
"Try" by Pink
Oh oh
Ever wonder about what he's doing?
How it all turned to lies?
Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why
Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Eh, eh, eh
Funny how the heart can be deceiving
More than just a couple times
Why do we fall in love so easy?
Even when it's not right
Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Ever worry that it might be ruined
And does it make you wanna cry?
When you're out there doing what you're doing
Are you just getting by?
Tell me are you just getting by, by, by?
Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
You gotta get up and try, and try, and try
Gotta get up and try, and try, and try
A/N: yea, i dunno about you guys, but there is NO WAY to make that much repetition sound like a 'natural' conversation XD i'll make do with what i got :3
bars, booze, and being emo seems to be a connecting theme for these two, probably because the only time i can see them partially letting their guard down is in pretty heavy situations like this... booze just nudges that along a bit easier/further quicker XD or maybe i just like the theme, its ambiguous, yet honest, and really rather heartwarming... cause that one person you should be with is that someone that's always 'there' for you, weather you realize it or not, and its gotta be mutual or things just kinda collapse...
-shrugs- i'm in a very odd mood at the moment... probably should let this be before i go into philosophy~
comments, questions, gimme a review~ :3
Till next -salute-waves- Sayounara, Mina!
-Ikasury