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notbantamweight) wrote2010-02-01 07:31 pm
#004 - Displeased
Series: Bleach
Written: Jan 2009
Sarugaki Hiyori had never been a morning person, and this morning was no different. Although she'd narrowly escaped execution, been Hollowfied, and had escaped Soul Society, Hiyori still hated mornings. The last couple of days had been absolutely gruelling, she'd been made to control her inner hollow, and that had taken over 60 hours. Every bone, every tendon, every muscle in her body ached. She'd never been more desperate for sleep than now. She growled at her state of wakefulness, and burrowed deeper into her pillow, revelling into the soft warmth that surrounded her.
Hiyori breathed deeply, inhaling a scent that her sleep – addled brain almost recognised. Had she realised who her pillow was, she probably would've bolted upright and run away, but instead, lead – heavy lids gently drifted closed, and she slipped back off into slumber.
Hirako Shinji, on the other hand, very much liked mornings. He liked watching the sun rise above the buildings, and colour the land. He was already awake, although still sleepy when he heard Hiyori growl and felt her burrow into his bare chest. His arms tightened reflexively around her, holding this tiny girl, no, woman, to him, luxuriating in the feeling of their hearts beating in time. Shinji looked down, gazing at the mass of hair that tumbled from the former Vice Captain's crown, tresses the colour of ripened wheat falling loose from her usual pig – tails.
He could understand why she didn't want to wake up, little Hiyori had spent the longest time subduing her Inner Hollow, and she was exhausted. He was too, and so were all the other Vaizards. Shinji squirmed a little, Hiyori was breathing on a rather... sensitive piece of flesh. He felt, rather than heard, a low chuckle that came from Hiyori's chest.
"So you are awake..." He murmured darkly. She cracked open one teal eye and grinned up at him.
"Even in sleep, you enjoy torturing me, you minx." Mind you, he wasn't really complaining. That seemed to be her purpose in life, annoying him. He'd accepted that a long time ago.
He looked on as Hiyori sat up, her behind resting on his hips, damnit, why me? He asked the gods. What did I do in a former life to deserve this kind of treatment? He couldn't tear his eyes away as she stretched, languorously and cat – like, arching her back, and tilting back her head, letting her wheaten hair fall back, gently caressing her back. He belatedly realised that she was only wearing a sports bra and trackpants. He himself was bare – chested. Shinji could hear his Inner Hollow chuckling darkly, 'Why don't you give in? I'm sure she'd taste real nice...'
Shinji sat up abruptly, bringing himself face – to – face with the source of his displeasure/temptation. He breathed in, and out (Only to find that he had inhaled more of her delicious scent, dang it), before almost growling,
"Hiyori, please get off me. You're driving me insane." He wasn't surprised, however, when she threw an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was possible. Her eyes glittered with dangerous possibilities, drawing him in. She was moving closer to him, an inexorable, irreversible, inevitable force of nature.
"But what if I want to join you in insanity?" Her lips were millimeters away from his, tempting, deadly. Her breath ghosted over his lips, mixing and mingling with his. Shinji's hands drifted down to her slim waist, grasping the pale curves firmly, before pulling her off his lap, and placing her on the ground. He stood up rapidly, and walked out of the room, moving away from her.
"Shinji, where are you going?" Hiyori's voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned around slowly, his gaze seeking out that of Hiyori's.
"Hiyori, if I stayed..." His voice was low, husky, ardent with his desire for her. It sent tremors down her spine, and she could feel a liquid heat pool in her belly. She watched, enraptured as he walked, no, stalked back towards her. Her mouth went dry, she licked her lips unconsciously, her breathing sped up. He was kneeling in front of her now, a warm hand cupping her cheek, sending fire through her veins.
"I wouldn't be able to control myself... Or him." She could read it in every line of his body, every nuance of his speech. He was literally hovering on the knife edge of control. One more push and he'd lose every semblance of humanity. Shinji swallowed deeply, gathering his courage, before he leant forwards, placing a lingering, hot kiss on her forehead. Hiyori watched, mesmerised as he moved backwards on his knees, stood up shakily, and walked out of the room.
She waited until he was out of sight, before letting go, a flood of tears flowing down her face. Only one thought was going through her mind.
Is this... rejection?
Shinji had controlled his pace, forcibly keeping himself to a walk, until he had rounded the corner of the corridor, before he let himself run, running from danger. His arm was grabbed by one Mugurama Kensei, which stopped him dead.
"Why're you running away from her?" Predictably blunt Kensei. Shinji shook his head.
"You're wrong, I'm not running from her, I'm running to protect her." With that, Shinji ripped his arm out of Kensei's grip, and bolted out the door. Aikawa Love walked into the corridor, having heard the exchange.
"Why'd you let him go, Kensei?" The former 9th Division Captain looked at him, face haunted.
"His eyes..." They had been topaz on obsidian. Black and gold. The eyes of a Hollow.