Author/Artist: Norrowa
Pairing/Characters: Hisagi Shuuhei, Kira Izuru, Hinamori Momo, with Shuuhei/Izuru/Momo
Fandom: Bleach
Theme: Snow's Theme, #27: Bribery
Rating/Warnings: G. Domesticity, attempted humour, possibly WAFF?
Notes: About the Shuuhei-taichou comment, just... assume that in the universe behind this fic Shuuhei had achieved bankai and is now captain of the ninth division, okay? xD
Please don't wake me / No don't shake me / Leave me where I am / I'm only sleeping
"Shuuhei. Shuuhei, wake up." The voice was quiet, but insistent, and the hand shaking his shoulder was gradually causing the fuzzy, dark blanket of half-consciousness to slide off of Shuuhei's mind. Which was a pity, because Shuuhei really loved that space between waking and sleeping where the world was condensed into the heavenly comfort of his bed, and the past and future and present all blurred together in a single bubble of warmth and softness. "Shuuhei, you have to wake up now."
"Mnnnrgh," was Shuuhei's eloquent response.
You really should get up, said the quiet, responsible voice in the back of his head. It came through all muzzy and unclear, but as the thought crossed his mind Shuuhei suddenly wondered if the voice above him which was now saying "hey, Shuuhei, wake up" was in his head, too. That thought, in turn, prompted him to slowly and reluctantly open his eyes and roll onto his back, in the name of science. For it would be bloody strange if the voices in his head had somehow managed to migrate outside of it, he mused as he blinked the film of sleep from his eyes. Maybe he could figure out how they did it he could sell the technique to Mayuri...
Then Shuuhei recognized Izuru's face and groaned. "Damn," he mumbled, draping his hand over his eyes to block out the light. Immediately, fingers closed over his wrist and pulled his arm down to his side, leaving him with no defense against the merciless morning light. Blinking owlishly, Shuuhei scowled as Izuru, who was leaning over him and smirking ever so slightly.
"You look," said Izuru suddenly, his brow furrowing in thought, "... miffed. Yes, that's the word."
"Well, I feel miffed," Shuuhei grumbled. "You wake me up and I don't even get a good morning kiss." At that, Izuru laughed, and a moment later he felt the expected brush of lips against his. "Where's Momo?" he asked afterwards, letting his eyelids slide shut again.
"Making breakfast. Don't you dare close your eyes again, Shuuhei-taichou. You have to get up."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Izuru," said a new voice, "is Shuuhei up yet?" Shuuhei heard rather than saw Momo enter the room, and he sank further into the bed.
"No, he's refusing to leave the bed."
"Oh. Well, if he doesn't want breakfast—"
Shuuhei's eyes shot open even as he sat up so quickly that his shoulder bumped against Izuru's. "Wait, what? Did you say that you're cooking breakfast?"
Izuru started to laugh, and Momo smiled. "Yes, I'm making breakfast," she said. "Will you get up now?" Shuuhei opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again, the words dying in his mouth, as they all looked at each other. Izuru stopped laughing, and everybody was quiet.
They were all remembering the number of times it had been the other way around, Shuuhei coaxing the Momo and Izuru out of bed, them trying to get their sluggish limbs to work and wishing that it was the sun of the days when Ichimaru and Aizen were still there shining in through the windows, not the sun of the new and cold and empty world.
"Yeah," said Shuuhei quietly, finally, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and going over to Momo, bending down to kiss her lightly, while she looked up at him dark brown eyes so full of emotion that none was recognizable. "Yeah, I'm getting up." He felt Izuru come up behind him, and heard the younger shinigami's voice in his ear.
"Then let's go."