Title:
Fucked
Rating: PG-13 for yaoi and
language.
Pairing/Character/s: ShuuheixYumichika
Word
Count: 611
Warning/s: Spoilers for the ninth division's
part of the Soul Society arc.
Summary: Sort-of follow-up
to drabble #49- Shuuhei is screwed.
Dedication: To all the other
HisagixAyasekawa fans (you're out there somewhere, right?) who
can't find any good fic with this pairing either.
A/N:
Because I needed some cuteness after PORN.
Shuuhei knew when he was fucked.
Today, he was fucked. And each minute that passed during the course of the afternoon meant that he was a little bit more fucked than he'd been the minute before.
He glared at the stack of paperwork that had been placed on his desk just after lunch, finding it entirely at fault for his current predicament.
Well, maybe not entirely. When he thought about it, he should have noticed something this morning as he was getting dressed, what with the way Yumichika had been humming as he'd made their breakfast.
But Shuuhei wanted to write off his denseness from this morning on the fact that he'd been severely overworked the past few months, considering the whole fiasco with his captain abandoning the division and the fact that he was currently in charge of both the captain's and vice-captain's duties until the situation could be resolved.
So yeah, he was overworked. And as such, Ayasekawa couldn't possibly expect him to remember everything considering his hectic schedule. He had enough problems remembering his own name as of late sometimes.
In light of all that, Yumi would have to forgive him for momentarily forgetting their anniversary today, right?
Knowing his lover…
Shuuhei sighed as another minute ticked by.
…he was fucked.
Yumichika could have just come out and reminded him this morning before he'd left, but noooo, the sentimental idiot had packed him a special lunch today instead, complete with a little love-note that wished him a good day and a happy anniversary.
Which only served to make Shuuhei feel like an ass.
And now the evening was drawing on and he still had work that couldn't wait until tomorrow and Yumi was probably getting pouty and angsty and would soon be nearing the realm of pissy and Shuuhei, Shuuhei was fucked.
Hisagi hoped to any god that was listening that Ayasekawa didn't reach the point of crying. Especially in front of Kenpachi.
"Ah, Hisagi-sir?"
Shuuhei looked up as an administrative aide knocked tentatively on his open office door. "Yes?"
"Uh, these requisition forms just came from the lower ranks and Yamamoto-taichou has sent…"
Shuuhei gaped incredulously. More forms… more forms and it was nearly dinner time and each minute that passed meant that Shuuhei could see more of his life flashing before his eyes, could see Yumi's tears and accusations and his bad habit of throwing things at Shuuhei's head when he was mad. He could see it all and yet, there were still more forms. He was becoming more and more fucked by the minute and soon he'd just be dead, because Yumi would KILL him and then the rest of the eleventh division would mangle his body and… "ARGH!"
"Uh…Hisagi-fukutaichou? Is something the matter?"
"Tomorrow!" Shuuhei announced, standing up and pushing himself forcibly away from his desk. "It all has to wait until tomorrow!"
"But sir… I have express orders from Yamamoto-taichou that all the forms he sent need to be signed by each division captain and returned to his office by…"
"I'm not the captain," Hisagi said coolly, pushing his chair under the desk and picking up the love-note Yumi had written for him earlier. "And until I'm either made one or given a new one, those papers won't be in Yamamoto-taichou's office on time, I'm afraid," he announced with some resolve, folding the note into his pocket before pushing around the dumbfounded messenger on his way out. "I'm leaving for the night."
On his way back, in the hopes of being slightly less fucked than he already was, Shuuhei made a hasty detour into Rukongai to buy a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers.
END
