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Title: Tongue
Pairing: Asano Keigo x Ise Nanao
Warnings: kissing, dumbness
Comments: How come Keigo always comes up? And how come he's always paired with cool people? Ah, well... at least here he's just a prop. (Oh, and I also put Shunsui and Nanao in the real world so that this... incident... could occur.)
Ichigo was amazed. Rukia wasn't sure whether to issue congratulations or a good smack upside the head. Orihime was enthusiastic (not that she knew what was going on; she was just enthusiastic by nature), and Kyouraku Shunsui was on the warpath.
Mizuiro, however, had only one question:
"So, you get any tongue?"
His friend digested that particular query, prioritizing it rather lower than the task of working out the conflicting signals bombarding his inadequate intellect.
"Holy... hell, yes," said Keigo in amazement, tears streaming down his cheeks in bliss. "That was frickin' awesome."
"I'm sure it was," cut in Nanao icily, wiping her mouth for the sixteenth time. "But you have full permission to shut up now."
"Ah, but... can I call you Nanao-chan? Oh, sweet—" the fukutaichou silenced him with a sharp smack on the head from her heavy tome.
"You may not. It reminds me all too much of my lecherous captain."
"...Whom you just attempted to make jealous by kissing this guy," Mizuiro put in smugly.
"Yes, well... correct."
"It seems to me you didn't think this whole thing through very well, really." Mizuiro continued thoughtfully. "I mean, now you've saddled yourself with yet another admirer as a side effect. Wasn't there an easier way? It's pretty obvious that this Kyouraku guy already likes you."
"Indeed he does," Nanao replied, wrinkling her nose. "Myself and every other girl who crosses his path as well."
"So you did it to give him a taste of his own medicine?"
"I did it to remind him that if he doesn't treat me like the invaluable companion that I am, he's apt to lose his babysitter one of these days."
"Ouch. There must have been at least three different insults in that last sentence."
"To borrow a phrase from your friend over there, hell yes."
"And was it worth it?"
"Maybe." Nanao sighed and wiped her lips for the seventeenth time, and counting. She stared at the babbling high school student on the floor and thought of his counterpart likely being restrained by Ichigo and Chad just around the corner. Judging from the look on her taichou's face, Nanao's tactics had certainly had their effect.
Yes, it would probably be worth it in the end, she supposed. But she better get a lot of conciliatory... tongue... to make up for the torture she had just subjected herself to.
Title: Silver and Gold
Pairing: Kotetsu Isane x Matsumoto Rangiku
Warnings: none
Comments: Not too romance-y, just a doodle on their differences. Opposites attract.
One silver, and one gold.
The color of their hair told all that was needed to understand their personalities.
Isane was silver. Furtive silver like the moon, dancing behind its veil of clouds, forever trying to hide its light from the abyss of darkness. Beautiful silver, but not in a way that won her followers. Shy silver, holding instead to the realm of poets and those who see with lonely eyes.
It made her perfect for the fourth division, for her quiet powers and gentle personality combined to make a medic who was at once comforting and effective. She was a cooling breeze upon the wounds of shinigami, her hands adept at the weaving of spells and the binding of tears or breaks. But behind the calm face ran a nervous silver light which not even she could tame.
Rangiku was gold. Glaring gold like the sun, pouring its blessings across the world without shame or abashedness. Alluring gold, like bars of treasure that have haunted so many through time and the three worlds. Warm gold, welcoming each and every one into the light no matter how they might have to shield their eyes.
It made her perfect for role as the center of attention. While others might have been cowed by the burden of carrying such beauty (both spiritual and... shall we say, physical), Rangiku delighted in it. That was the way the she met the world, with delight—in sake, in parties, in men, and in the endless teasing of her diminutive taichou. It was as though the world spun around a single axis, and at the center of that axis was a buxom, golden haired shinigami who ate and drank and loved as passionately as the rays of the sun pounded upon the earth.
Placed side by side, they were opposites, silver and gold, precious and precocious. Day and night. They had no business together. Only when the moon sinks down may the sun rise. The high and the low cannot call to each other across the chasm between them. But a litany of healed wounds is sure to bring the greatest to her knees, and a calendar of soft nights together sure to raise the slightest to her feet. And the fiery forge of life is sure to bind two metals into the same mold, until one seeks the other out of its own accord. So perhaps Isane and Rangiku were always half and half, waiting and watching and dreaming.
One silver, and one gold.
Coming soon: Uryuu x Karin! Ulquiorra x Rukia! Stay tuned!