I do not own Bleach.
I have secret love for Ganjyu/Hana love, and here is proof. Goodness, since I joined 30 lessons with that pairing, expect more, and knowing me character death and angst in general. Goodness.
30 lessons: Literary Devices (Figures of Speech)
CALLING THE KETTLE BLACK
Hanatarou grips the railing in front of him tightly. He doesn't quite know what he's doing up here, really. This floor is reserved for 4th Division meetings, and is rarely used. He probably shouldn't be up here at all.
Everything looks so small from this high up. He likes being far far above everything and everyone because then, and only then, can he really look at things respectively. Up here he can look down at the 11th division and pity them instead of wanting their heads posted on a pig pole. Because really, from this high up, what's the different between a member of the 11th division and a butterfly?
Still, he can drop a stone and knock a hole though someone's head, if he really wants to. They're lucky no one from the 4th Division wants to. This building is one of the tallest ones in all of the Soul Society.
"If you keep on leaning that way, you'll fall off, and then, splat. Don't do such dangerous things, you idiot." Hanatarou turns his head to look at the speaker, far from surprised when it turns out to be Ganjyu. He'd been given a special pass, and in exchange for some Shinigami training, he helps out the divisions when they're in need of a helping hand. No one has any illusions that the large man will ever wear the black robes of a Shinigami, but Ganjyu never seems bothered by that.
"Talk about calling the kettle black," Hanatarou mutters darkly, but relinquishes away from the railing and the clear view of the bustling passageway below.
"Huh?" Ganjyu grunts, and sounds an awful lot like his favorite steed. Hanatarou holds back a giggle.
"It's a literary device, Ganyju-kun." When Ganjyu's face still looks comically blank, Hanatarou tries to put it in simpler terms. "A figure of speech."
"Oh! Like no room to swing a cat!" Ganyju seems proud that he's thought of his own example, and Hanatarou feels bad asking him what the hell that even means. "And where there's muck there's brass!"
"Yeah . . . sure, why not?" Hanatarou adds slowly and hesitantly, but the Ganjyu's not listening.
"And don't try to teach your Grandma to suck eggs!" By this time Ganjyu's found himself a comfortable seat where he certainly doesn't belong. He's still prattling on like a damned fool, but Hanatarou knows better than to stop him. Instead, he curls up on Ganjyu's lap and half listens to him talk as he's lulled to sleep.