a/n: So every other Friday, just about, I run something called Flash Fiction Friday on my livejournal. It's when I open up the table for requests in any of my fandoms I write in, for people to ask for a pairing and a prompt and I write a short fic with. Since I'm building so many, I thought I'd share some of them with my readers here. Please enjoy the first three of many, many more to come.

Also, these are unbeta'ed, so beware the occasional grammatical errors.

Characters/Pairing: Hitsugaya and Shuuhei
Prompt: an unlikely friendship
Words: 484
Rating: K+
Warning: Mild Spoilers

He ends up sharing a room with Hitsugaya-taichou. Shuuhei suspects it has more to do with the overflow of patients the fourth division has experienced than any real planning on their part. No doubt Unohana-taichou just pushed every injured body into the next available bed and let bygones be bygones.

Not that Hitsugaya-taichou is a terrible roommate.

He, like Shuuhei, spends most of his healing time staring at the ceiling, no doubt thinking of the same war and the same blood and the same gripping feelings of guilt that tear into Shuuhei's conscience as well. It's hard not to think of it, really, with the bitter smell of herbs on the air, mixing with the thick copper stench of blood and open wounds, the occasional moan of pain from down the hall, the faint sound of weeping as a soft accompaniment to the after-war misery.

Frankly, Shuuhei's surprised anyone is calling this a victory.

"You know, Hisagi. Tousen was wrong."

Hitsugaya-taichou's voice spills into the soft quiet, startling Shuuhei from his blank staring at the white walls.

He blinks. "Sir?"

Those bright, teal eyes focus on him intently. "You shouldn't fear your zanpakutou," Hitsugaya-taichou elaborates, and then his eyes drop to his own hands, where his fingers clench and unclench around one another. "Instead, you should fear the hand that holds it."

Realization dawns; Shuuhei nods in mute understanding. He closes his eyes and inhales slowly. "That battle was the first time I had ever held Kazeshini without fear."

Hitsugaya-taichou shifts on his bed, voice soft and bitter. "Ironic, isn't it? How it was the same battle where I feared Hyourimaru for the first time."

Shuuhei doesn't need further explanation. It wasn't Hyourinmaru that the captain had feared, but the power and ability behind his own hand.

"Hinamori won't blame you."

"I don't need her to." Shuuhei's eyes open to see Hitsugaya-taichou watching him steadily. "Tousen in his right mind would've been proud of you, Hisagi."

There's a dry, bitter taste in Shuuhei's mouth, and he swallows over a lump in his throat. "For killing him?"

"For doing the right thing." Hitsugaya-taichou's lips curl into a soft, sad smile that must echo the one on Shuuhei's face. "In the end, I think even Tousen hated what he had become.

Shuuhei is not as out of touch with reality as Hinamori, but he honestly believes that Tousen had been poisoned by Aizen. That a good man had been brought down by pretty words and twisted logic. He's relieved that someone else agrees, relieved that he might even be able to recall his former captain with fondness.

"And when we get out of here, we should share a drink," Hitsugaya-taichou adds with a groan as he shifts on his own bed. "I think we could both use one."

Shuuhei can't agree more.

Characters/Pairing: Aizen/Ichigo
Prompt: kittens
Words: 359
Rating: M
Warning: slash, boys kissing boys, some cursing

The voice that purrs in his ear might as well be crafted from sin, making shivers travel down Ichigo's back at just the sound of it. It whispers of promises and seduction and all the dirty little things Ichigo wants but can't see himself asking for.

Accompanying this voice is a set of hands, calloused and strong, stroking down his sides. Over his abdomen and hip, tickling down his thigh, pinching at his nipples until they are reddened, aching nipples. There's the warm press of skin, slick with sweat, and the brush of warm air across his neck.

Ichigo groans, head falling back onto Sousuke's shoulder as the older man surges inside of him with a slow, lazy pace, hands in constant motion. Ichigo's own have reached back, one grasped in thick brown hair, the other clutching expensive bedsheets. Only the best for the king, after all.

One hand palms Ichigo's aching arousal, squeezing the taut flesh and forcing a moan past Ichigo's lips.

"Enticing," Sousuke murmurs into his ear, tongue snaking out to curl wetly around the delicate shell. "Will you come for me, kitten?"

Ichigo, agreeably riding the motion of Sousuke's thrusts, suddenly stills. Wait… kitten? His hold on Sousuke's hair tightens.

"Kitten?" Ichigo repeats with a scowl on his face, wishing he could turn to point it at Sousuke but pinned in place by their position. "What the hell kind of name is that?"

"You don't like it?" Sousuke asks, his voice a sultry purr that is vaguely amused.

"Why would I?" Ichigo growls, and tries to twist away, but Sousuke rolls his hips, strikes that place just right inside Ichigo, and dissolves him into a warm mass of pleasure.

Sousuke's fingers stroke him skillfully. "I think it suits you, kitten," he says, stroking one hand down Ichigo's back and encouraging him to arch into the touch, a soft moan leaving his lips.

"See?" Sousuke says, far too smug for his own good.

Ichigo, voice taken by the pleasure streaking through his veins, couldn't find it in him to protest. But Sousuke would definitely pay for this later.

Characters/Pairing: Ichigo/Gin
Prompt: n/a
Rating: T
Words: 441
Warnings: slash, some groping

There are hints of the past in the way Gin sleeps. Lightly, more like a doze, curled on his side as though waiting for some inevitable stab in the back while he's most vulnerable, covers pulled tight, one hand always loose and free in the off chance that a kidoh might need be thrown at a moment's notice.

Even a year after Aizen's war, this habit hasn't changed much.

Except this morning, Ichigo is the first to wake. He rolls over, fully expecting to find himself the recipient of an amber-eyed stare as Gin watches him sleep as he always does, woken first by morning rays of light and the general noise of a busy morning outside their window. Instead, Ichigo finds Gin as he's never seen the former captain before: stretched out on his belly, blankets pooled at his hips revealing the slim, pale lines of his back, his face relaxed in repose.

Gin hardly looks like the evil villain Soul Society makes him out to be. Ichigo supposes he can't blame them, considering that Gin had sided with Aizen at one point and helped destroy the lives of a lot of people. Still, if Chamber 46 and the old fart could see Gin now, maybe they'd changed their minds. Not that Gin would ever allow himself to be so vulnerable around them.

All but holding his breath, Ichigo frees a hand from the covers, wondering when Gin will wake and ruin this moment. But jostling the bed doesn't cause Gin to stir and Ichigo lays his hand against Gin's back, stroking over pale skin, fingers tracing the line of visible scars. Some are older even than Gin's Academy years. Ichigo knows this, but doesn't ask because admitting as much had been painful, reminding Gin of a time he'd rather forget.

Gin's skin is cool beneath his fingertips, from being exposed to the chilly morning air. His breathing is soft and even and Ichigo inches closer, because this is so rare and he doesn't want to ruin the moment. Wants to watch Gin wake up for the first time and not to wariness or fear, but comfort and familiarity instead.

Ichigo presses a kiss to Gin's bare shoulder, hears Gin's breathing change. His fingers stroke down the length of Gin's spine, barely there touches meant to soothe and arouse. Gin's reiatsu, quietly humming around his body, stirs and reaches outward, coiling with the furthest edges of Ichigo's own. Amber eyes slowly open, warm with drowsiness.

Ichigo kisses a bare shoulder again. "Good morning," he whispers, voice still raspy from recent sleep.

A gentle smile curves Gin's lips. "Mornin'."

a/n: There are many more flash fiction to come. If you're curious, you can also visit my livejournal to check it out. Friend me if you'd like. I tend to update on livejournal before anything else.

As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.