Post by luthiena on Sept 19, 2008 9:48:56 GMT -6
Okie doke, here's the deal. I enter a contest each week on livejournal where you are given a prompt word and the maximum word count of a story; I wondered if you guys might like to see?
Here's the first one...
Title : Melting Chocolate
Prompt : Murder
Author : Luthiena
Characters : Hitsugaya Toushiro, Ukitake Jyuushiro and Kyoraku Shunsui
Rating : PG-13
Warnings : Mild yaoi (Shun / Uki)
Word count : 1,328
Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach or it's characters....if asked I would buy a time-share on Ukitake...
Hitsugaya Toushiro desperately wondered why the older captain continually pushed gifts onto him, he didn’t want or need them and it was frankly embarrassing to be treated as a tiny child when he held the same rank and status. But for politeness sake he smiled and accepted the basket of candies with a word of thanks, his eyes as icy as his Zanpakuto.
As soon as he was safely back in his headquarters, far out of sight of Ukitake Jyuushiro, he allowed his false smile to drop and casually discarded the offending basket into the wastepaper bin next to his desk; the candies spilled out over the lip of the already crammed bin and skittered over the floor.
Sighing, Hitsugaya glared at the offending bars of chocolate now strewn over his meticulously tidy office; unfortunately for him the candy bars seemed singularly less impressed by his famous icy death stare than his subordiantes and remained melting in the middle of his floor.
"Taichou!" The excited squeal of Matsumoto hit him only a second before the overwhelming scent of alcohol washed over him.
"Matsumoto, have you been drinking?"
Hitsugaya turned to face his fukutaichou, sure enough her cheeks were flushed and her eyes overly bright; he scowled deeply but she seemed far more interested in adjusting her cleavage to what he was saying.
"MATSUMOTO!"
His yell shocked her out of her reverie and she turned her drunken gaze onto his face, grinning stupidly. He sighed, he supposed it was a fools hope to even consider that he might receive help with the paperwork today.
"Go home," he ordered her, voice weary, he would berate her about this when she was sober enough to remember what punishment he would give her.
Swaying and giggling Matsumoto left; a muscle already twitching behind his left eye and the beginnings of a killer headache throbbing in his temple, Hitsugaya sat down and picked up the first slim piece of paperwork from the almost insurmountable tower.
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The sun was just setting and Ukitake Jyuushiro sighed with happiness, this day had been one of those rare days when the weather was simply perfect. The sky had been the most beautiful shade of blue and, although the sun had been beating down, a light breeze had kept him cool.
As he felt a pair pf strong arms twine around his waist he relaxed backwards allowing his head to rest on the strong muscled chest behind him, Shunsui's familiar reiatsu washed over him like a comfortable blanket and, as always, he smelt of sake and rose petals.
"You're back early." Ukitake tilted his head back and smiled up at his friend.
"I can go away again if you like."
"Hmm....." Ukitake pretended to consider this seriously, his eyes twinkling with fun.
"Charming." Shunsui's voice was wry as he pulled away to sit next to Ukitake. "I slave all day in the real world killing Hollows and this is the welcome I get. Anybody would think you didn't love me, Jyuu Jyuu. Honestly, I'm offended, in fact I may..."
Ukitake cut his melodramatic posturing off with a kiss, chuckling as he pulled back.
For a long while nothing was said, the two sat in comfortable silence watching the sun go down in a perfect ballet of colour; reds, oranges and yellows bleeding together to create a picture both familiar and yet completely new. Ukitake closed his eyes in contentment as Shunsui's arm curled around his shoulders and drew him close, the feeling of their heart's beating in unison all he needed to make his day complete.
"So, Casanova," Shunsui said. "What did you do with your day without me? Pined? Cried?"
"No, actually, hard as it may be for you to believe I do not spend every second away from you crying; I visited Shiro-chan."
Shunsui just tightened the grip his of his arm around Ukitake's shoulders and kissed his tenderly on the top of his head; he wished in the depths of his heart that Ukitake wouldn't do this to himself, wished that he could find the words to make this right, but most of all he wished his love could have the child his heart so longed for.
In Shunsui's mind it simply wasn't fair that a man like Ukitake, who cared so much and so deeply, was sick with an illness that prevented him having a child whilst himself, a man who had no desire to procreate, could spawn as many children as he desired.
"I love you." The words were soft and Shunsui hardly even noticed he had said them, he just knew that he had to say something.
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Hitsugaya was hot, irritated and tired. His neck and back were so stiff from bending over paperwork all day that he thought the muscles may actually have frozen in place; he was so uncomfortably hot that his haori was sticking to him, sticking to his skin uncomfortably whenever he moved.
Added to that his office now reeked of melted chocolate, he had tried to gather up the fallen sweets but however much he had managed to hide them from his sight he couldn't get rid of the smell.
So it was when Ukitake knocked on his door he was in no mood to be polite; barely keeping a civil front on he slid open the door and ungraciously stood aside to let him in without a word of greeting.
"Shiro-chan!" Ukitake beamed in welcome, thrusting a lollipop half the size of his head and all the colours of the rainbow forwards.
Perhaps it was the heat or the fatigue, or maybe it was the sheer enthusiasm of the older captain as he proferred yet another item of extremely unwanted confectionary but Hitsugaya had finally had enough.
"I don't want it!" He exploded, voice sounding childishly petulant. "I don't want any of it. Can't you see that I don't like it? Everybody else in Seireitei is laughing at me because you insist on treating me like an infant even though I hold the same rank you do, now please just leave me alone."
"I thought you liked it.." Ukitake's voice was small, his face bewildered.
"Then you are an idiot," Hitsugaya's voice was flat as he stalked over to the cupboard where he had finally managed to stuff the offending chocolate.
Opening the doors of the cupboard he took armfuls of partially melted chocolates, hard candies, fudge, toffees and lollipops and threw them on the floor at Ukitake's feet; he was aware he was behaving like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum but he just couldn't stop himself, it was vindictively satisfying to finally be able to shout at someone and have them listen to him.
Kyoraku Shunsui had been waiting outside the squad headquarters when he heard the banging as the cupboard doors were flung open and the muffled angry shouting; curiousity piqued and slightly worried he hurried inside in time to see the waterfall of confectionary spill out pooling on the floor like blood.
In a second he was by Ukitake's side, shielding him from the onslaught as though his body could protect him from words already said. But as he looked into his lover's eyes, devoid of all emotion as he cried tears he was unaware were spilling down his cheeks Shunsui knew it was too late.
He glared over at Hitsugaya as if by the sheer force of his will he could change what had happened and make things as they were; but he couldn't.
Cracks in Ukitake's heart that had formed over time had finally shattered under the overwhelming pressure of the pain of the truth; as the light died in Jyuushiro's eyes Shunsui reflected that the victim didn't have to leave a corpse to be dead.
"Murderer," he hissed at Hitsugaya as he folded his arms once more around Ukitake, trying to hold him together even though he was already slipping through his fingers.
Here's the first one...
Title : Melting Chocolate
Prompt : Murder
Author : Luthiena
Characters : Hitsugaya Toushiro, Ukitake Jyuushiro and Kyoraku Shunsui
Rating : PG-13
Warnings : Mild yaoi (Shun / Uki)
Word count : 1,328
Disclaimer : I do not own Bleach or it's characters....if asked I would buy a time-share on Ukitake...
Melting Chocolate
Hitsugaya Toushiro desperately wondered why the older captain continually pushed gifts onto him, he didn’t want or need them and it was frankly embarrassing to be treated as a tiny child when he held the same rank and status. But for politeness sake he smiled and accepted the basket of candies with a word of thanks, his eyes as icy as his Zanpakuto.
As soon as he was safely back in his headquarters, far out of sight of Ukitake Jyuushiro, he allowed his false smile to drop and casually discarded the offending basket into the wastepaper bin next to his desk; the candies spilled out over the lip of the already crammed bin and skittered over the floor.
Sighing, Hitsugaya glared at the offending bars of chocolate now strewn over his meticulously tidy office; unfortunately for him the candy bars seemed singularly less impressed by his famous icy death stare than his subordiantes and remained melting in the middle of his floor.
"Taichou!" The excited squeal of Matsumoto hit him only a second before the overwhelming scent of alcohol washed over him.
"Matsumoto, have you been drinking?"
Hitsugaya turned to face his fukutaichou, sure enough her cheeks were flushed and her eyes overly bright; he scowled deeply but she seemed far more interested in adjusting her cleavage to what he was saying.
"MATSUMOTO!"
His yell shocked her out of her reverie and she turned her drunken gaze onto his face, grinning stupidly. He sighed, he supposed it was a fools hope to even consider that he might receive help with the paperwork today.
"Go home," he ordered her, voice weary, he would berate her about this when she was sober enough to remember what punishment he would give her.
Swaying and giggling Matsumoto left; a muscle already twitching behind his left eye and the beginnings of a killer headache throbbing in his temple, Hitsugaya sat down and picked up the first slim piece of paperwork from the almost insurmountable tower.
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The sun was just setting and Ukitake Jyuushiro sighed with happiness, this day had been one of those rare days when the weather was simply perfect. The sky had been the most beautiful shade of blue and, although the sun had been beating down, a light breeze had kept him cool.
As he felt a pair pf strong arms twine around his waist he relaxed backwards allowing his head to rest on the strong muscled chest behind him, Shunsui's familiar reiatsu washed over him like a comfortable blanket and, as always, he smelt of sake and rose petals.
"You're back early." Ukitake tilted his head back and smiled up at his friend.
"I can go away again if you like."
"Hmm....." Ukitake pretended to consider this seriously, his eyes twinkling with fun.
"Charming." Shunsui's voice was wry as he pulled away to sit next to Ukitake. "I slave all day in the real world killing Hollows and this is the welcome I get. Anybody would think you didn't love me, Jyuu Jyuu. Honestly, I'm offended, in fact I may..."
Ukitake cut his melodramatic posturing off with a kiss, chuckling as he pulled back.
For a long while nothing was said, the two sat in comfortable silence watching the sun go down in a perfect ballet of colour; reds, oranges and yellows bleeding together to create a picture both familiar and yet completely new. Ukitake closed his eyes in contentment as Shunsui's arm curled around his shoulders and drew him close, the feeling of their heart's beating in unison all he needed to make his day complete.
"So, Casanova," Shunsui said. "What did you do with your day without me? Pined? Cried?"
"No, actually, hard as it may be for you to believe I do not spend every second away from you crying; I visited Shiro-chan."
Shunsui just tightened the grip his of his arm around Ukitake's shoulders and kissed his tenderly on the top of his head; he wished in the depths of his heart that Ukitake wouldn't do this to himself, wished that he could find the words to make this right, but most of all he wished his love could have the child his heart so longed for.
In Shunsui's mind it simply wasn't fair that a man like Ukitake, who cared so much and so deeply, was sick with an illness that prevented him having a child whilst himself, a man who had no desire to procreate, could spawn as many children as he desired.
"I love you." The words were soft and Shunsui hardly even noticed he had said them, he just knew that he had to say something.
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Hitsugaya was hot, irritated and tired. His neck and back were so stiff from bending over paperwork all day that he thought the muscles may actually have frozen in place; he was so uncomfortably hot that his haori was sticking to him, sticking to his skin uncomfortably whenever he moved.
Added to that his office now reeked of melted chocolate, he had tried to gather up the fallen sweets but however much he had managed to hide them from his sight he couldn't get rid of the smell.
So it was when Ukitake knocked on his door he was in no mood to be polite; barely keeping a civil front on he slid open the door and ungraciously stood aside to let him in without a word of greeting.
"Shiro-chan!" Ukitake beamed in welcome, thrusting a lollipop half the size of his head and all the colours of the rainbow forwards.
Perhaps it was the heat or the fatigue, or maybe it was the sheer enthusiasm of the older captain as he proferred yet another item of extremely unwanted confectionary but Hitsugaya had finally had enough.
"I don't want it!" He exploded, voice sounding childishly petulant. "I don't want any of it. Can't you see that I don't like it? Everybody else in Seireitei is laughing at me because you insist on treating me like an infant even though I hold the same rank you do, now please just leave me alone."
"I thought you liked it.." Ukitake's voice was small, his face bewildered.
"Then you are an idiot," Hitsugaya's voice was flat as he stalked over to the cupboard where he had finally managed to stuff the offending chocolate.
Opening the doors of the cupboard he took armfuls of partially melted chocolates, hard candies, fudge, toffees and lollipops and threw them on the floor at Ukitake's feet; he was aware he was behaving like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum but he just couldn't stop himself, it was vindictively satisfying to finally be able to shout at someone and have them listen to him.
Kyoraku Shunsui had been waiting outside the squad headquarters when he heard the banging as the cupboard doors were flung open and the muffled angry shouting; curiousity piqued and slightly worried he hurried inside in time to see the waterfall of confectionary spill out pooling on the floor like blood.
In a second he was by Ukitake's side, shielding him from the onslaught as though his body could protect him from words already said. But as he looked into his lover's eyes, devoid of all emotion as he cried tears he was unaware were spilling down his cheeks Shunsui knew it was too late.
He glared over at Hitsugaya as if by the sheer force of his will he could change what had happened and make things as they were; but he couldn't.
Cracks in Ukitake's heart that had formed over time had finally shattered under the overwhelming pressure of the pain of the truth; as the light died in Jyuushiro's eyes Shunsui reflected that the victim didn't have to leave a corpse to be dead.
"Murderer," he hissed at Hitsugaya as he folded his arms once more around Ukitake, trying to hold him together even though he was already slipping through his fingers.