A/N – More shorts, rejoice! Pairings are to be determined, depends on how I feel as they go. Also, Hitsugaya will be a constant throughout; other characters will come and go – that's more as a challenge to myself – keeping him involved.
I own nothing, blahblah. Prompts come from SilverEmerald-DAS on DA.
Not entirely happy with this one, I need to rewatch a few episodes for details.
Also – spewing out as many words as I can for NaNoWriMo.
Glamour
The first time he saw his zampakuto, he thought he had fallen under some kido. The blade was just too beautiful, just too perfect to be real.
His hand wrapped around the silk-wrapped hilt, and a cold pulse went up his arm. It hit him like a wave, nothing gentle or reassuring about it. It was like a rude kick in the teeth, but he relished it.
It weighed his untrained arm down; it was heavier than his practice weapons. Everything around him faded to nothing as he stared at the long weapon – it was nearly as long as he was tall. He held it perpendicular to the ground, looking into the blade, and he could feel himself falling in.
In his mind's eye, he was back on the frozen plain, standing in a plain black yukata, arms flung wide as he spun in circles. Snow fell around him, catching on his eyelashes, making him blink. In the distance, something moved, something serpentine, but the snow muddled his vision.
A feeling of rightness, of completeness pulsed over him, its warmth washing away the cold of earlier.
A roar echoed across the plain, and he finally knew his katana's name.
Hyorinmaru.
Nothing else mattered after that.