The madness continues!
Title: Kinky
Pairing: Honshou Chizuru x Shiba Kaien
Warnings: innuendos, strangeness, randomness
Comments: uh... YOU try pairing a deceased shinigami male with a lesbian human! It's not so easy!!
Well, all right, so Rukia-chan didn't quite tell her about Shiba-san. But she heard pretty well anyways from the girl's babbling mouth as she napped beneath a tree out in the schoolyard. Chizuru had sat nearby, admiring the other student's... better features... while munching on her lunch. (Conclusion: Rukia was pretty, but not as stunning as her busty Orihime-chan.) And she just couldn't help overhearing the soft utterance of those lovely pink lips:
"Hai... Shiba-taichou... sorry... sorry...mm, no...but I love you..."
Well, I'll be damned if that doesn't sound kinky, Chizuru thought in surprise. Shiba-taichou? That girl was more adventurous than she'd given her credit for.
Chizuru stared at the sky, idle scraps of thought floating through her sleepy head. Shiba-taichou...hopefully a girl... no, of course a girl...tall and dark-haired and beautiful and lithe...she wondered idly if she and Orihime could set up a threesome. Now that would be sexy. Ah, daydreams.
And with that thought in her head, Chizuru turned over to sleep next to Rukia on the grass, all green and warm and summery and hot.
Title: Loan
Pairing: Kurosaki Yuzu x Kuchiki Rukia
Warnings: none
Comments: It's not romance. Sue me.
You can't borrow someone's clothes for weeks on end and not develop a certain affinity for them.
The curve of a dress, or the worn out spot on the sleeve of a pajama top—they all added up to a strange sort of insight. Soft, that was the word Rukia would use to describe Yuzu. Neat and tidy and perfect and soft.
It was a change for someone more accustomed to rough and bloodstained uniforms than smooth cotton summer dresses. But Rukia found she didn't really mind. No matter how much Ichigo might complain about her midnight thievery, Rukia would always end up back in his little sister's room, rummaging furtively through doors and searching for an excuse to stay longer in the little oasis that was Yuzu's world.
Yuzu's bedroom was lovely, a veritable treasure trove of stuffed animals and cute, fuzzy things with ears. The walls were painted a cheery yellow, the curtains a surprisingly comforting yellow-and-pink plaid. It was a place to escape to, after all the broken madness of life had swirled around you for too long. It was here that Rukia would disappear to day after day, sitting curled on the window seat with a pillow clutched in her arms, contemplating the world.
And it was here that she found a picture, tucked behind a large blue rabbit on the shelf, of a woman holding a small blond child in her arms. There was no inscription, just a wooden frame that looked as though it had weathered many years. Rukia stared at it, marking the similarities in mother and daughter—the smile, the laughing eyes, the touch of sadness behind the innocence. Lucky and unlucky, she supposed, to have had a mother only to lose her. Lucky and unlucky, but always strong. And graceful and gentle and soft, that was Yuzu.
And so Rukia put the picture down and wandered away, staring out the window and waiting patiently for time to pass. It passed slower than she would have liked, never distancing her far enough from her own memory, so that she was forced to seek comfort in the world of someone else. That was how she thought of things now, of happiness as stolen moments in the room of a girl she barely knew and yet understood already.
After all, you can't borrow someone's life for weeks on end and not develop a certain affinity for them.