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Less Lonely, Dizzy with Hope: 5 Requested Drabbles	By : debbiechan Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Five Requested Drabbles
by debbiechan

Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, so I do not own Bleach. He is, however, my imaginary boyfriend, and I send him plot ideas when I dream.
These drabbles were my first written per request. Five Live Journal friends gave me Bleach characters and prompts, and here you go. Nothing formal here, just pieces under 500 words. The usual warnings for sexual content and possible manga spoilers apply. Read at your own risk; you can�t sue me.

1.
Aizen/Ulquiorra /Wonderwyce + learning (415 words)

for Shinigamikender

"Hmm? Hmm?" Wonderwyce tugged at Ulquiorra�s sleeve.
"Patience," said Ulquiorra. "Clothes first."
Aizen had said Ulquiorra could bring whomever he wanted on the mission, but the implicit command had been take our newly born Wonderwyce.

Ulquiorra prided himself on how well he could read Aizen�s eyes, and Aizen himself liked to show off Ulquiorra�s cool and dignified devotion. Did not Aizen-sama, in front of all the Espada this very morning, call attention to the fact that one does not have to repeat orders to me? Ulquiorra understood his lord with a tacit good sense the others could never approach.
"Hmmm?" Wonderwyce cocked his head, blinking.
Ulquiorra dropped a small square towel into a basket and blew on his own hands. How wet newborns were. This one more than most. Given that the mission was not supposed to start right away, the newborn had plenty time to air-dry. "Take your time with him," Aizen-sama had said, smiling in Ulquiorra�s direction.
None of the others had questioned Ulquiorra�s leading the slimy new Arrancar away by the hand, although most--Ruby, particularly--would have enjoyed the task of dressing Wonderwyce for battle. The little newborn had a lithe, muscled prettiness to rival Ulquiorra�s own slender form.
"Clean yourself," said Ulquiorra, handing a fresh towel to Wonderwyce.
The newborn didn�t understand. His mouth and eyes were three perfect o shapes.
Ulquiorra gestured for Wonderwyce to rub his arms and legs. "This newborn mucous that covers you--it�s inoffensive, but it will dampen your clothes, and we�re leaving right away."
Wonderwyce raised pale eyebrows.
"Yes," said Ulquiorra, surprised at the irritation in his own voice. "We don�t have time for luxuries at present." He pointed to a chest of drawers among many white, severe pieces of storage furniture against the wall. "The third chest from the left there. It should have clothes to fit you. If they are not to your liking, Aizen-sama will allow you others."
The small, dewey-eyed Arrancar opened a drawer and held up a white tunic as if it were the most magical object he had ever laid eyes on.
Ulquiorra knew.
Ulquiorra understood.

Aizen had meant for him to initiate the newborn into carnal knowledge as well as military tactics. How to hollow his cheeks, how to feel for his master�s hard button with a curled forefinger, how to drool instead of swallowing so Aizen-sama could watch his own seed rivulet into the spirit-chain hole.
But Ulquiorra was learning that he did not have to acquiesce to his master�s every insinuation.
Let the newborn look like a fool for his first time with Aizen-sama.

2.
Ryuuken/Rangiku + "no clue." :-D (345 words)
for Mrs. Urahara

The Shinigami�s red spirit thread fluttered before Ryuuken�s face as he fucked her. Vile, weak-willed, ignorant bitch.

He had felt her distinct reiatsu days ago as it battled an Arrancar. He had recognized her spirit as she wandered the drugstore. She had been collecting lipsticks; Ryuuken had come to verify a forged prescription and belittle the pharmacy workers. He had caught her staring at him--eyes pale blue and wide and awed.
She had no clue, of course, that Ryuuken was a Quincy, even if she was old enough to have ever heard the word "Quincy." Ryuuken imagined that information about his extinct clan did not exist even in Soul Society libraries--the Quincy had been so effectively wiped out.
"Arrrrrrrr," the beautiful Shinigami growled and tossed back her shimmering hair. She was a dumb creature, no ability to sense reiatsu whatsoever. She must have been taken with Ryuuken�s looks in the drugstore, maybe with how he was insinuating his authority.
She could withstand his powerful thrusts, though--that was what mattered. It had been so long since Ryuuken had let go this way--because no human woman inspired him now, and it was hate that was driving his fucking a Shinigami. She had been so easy--walking towards him in the drugstore�s bright lights to admire his tie, sighing in appreciation when he clenched his long fingers around hers. Ryuuken had heard his own knuckles pop and instead of pushing her away, he had gripped her hand tighter.
After it was over, she dressed herself in those impossibly unfashionable clothes and seemed ready to leave. Fine. One frenzied fuck had been enough, even if Ryuuken had been expecting to make Uryuu wait tonight at the hospital� One missed training session wouldn�t kill the boy.
Soul Society is an infinite place, he thought idly. Chances are she never laid eyes on Uryuu there.

And not once did it occur to Ryuuken that the reason the Shinigami had been staring at him in the drugstore was because his slim, bespectacled face reminded her of someone else�s.

3.
Aizen/Rangiku (318 words)
for Incandescens

There were better Shinigami to pine over than Ichimaru Gin.
Aizen Sosuke�s movements were followed everywhere by the wistful eyes of his vice. Rangiku wondered if her own eyes ever looked that obvious.
Vice captain Hinamori was a brilliant officer, only a little younger than Rangiku herself and probably twice as gifted in kidou and swordsmanship, but just look at whom her devotion was directed.
Aizen Sosuke was Gin�s former captain, and the two were as different as earth and fire.

Captain Aizen seemed so solid and trustworthy. He would always look Rangiku in the eye. Gin was so ephemeral and devious. His eyes were always scanning Rangiku�s cleavage.

But it was Gin who made Rangiku�s throat clench and her eyes moisten. The feeling was more than fondness for a childhood friend or yearning for a wayward lover. It was if Gin was deliberately denying her access to his better self, and Rangiku so needed to have a good reason to be pining for Gin.
One afternoon Rangiku came upon Aizen and Gin chatting in the library. The way they leaned toward one another with gracious familiarity, the way Gin seemed uncharacteristically un-ironic when he smiled and laughed--
What kind of true leader must Aizen be if he can even charm a snake like Ichimaru Gin?

After Gin excused himself, saying that Death was too short to be wasted indoors and that he needed a long walk through the Seireitei, Rangiku felt like following him. She was stopped by a large kind hand on her shoulder.
"Let him be," Aizen said.
Rangiku was about to flush with embarrassment but then Aizen spoke gently, "A man like him needs space. When the time is right, no one will question his allegiances."
She should have felt patronized but she felt oddly reassured. Without turning around, she whispered, "Thank you, Captain Aizen."
Hinamori Momo was a very lucky officer indeed.

4.
Gin/Rangiku + first kiss (241 words)
for Mahiru-chan

According to the boy, extraordinary spirit power for responsible for extraordinary weakness. Rangiku didn�t understand anything he was talking about, really; all she knew was how the boy made her feel.
Less lonely, dizzy with hope, special�.

Gin had slept by her side every night for a few seasons now. Rangiku had felt her body growing fuller over the passing time, nourished by his presence, comforted by his certainty. Children in this cold and dispossessed place always slept together for warmth, but Gin and Rangiku held one another even when spring broke and the nights became rainy and hot.
He was so much taller than last spring but still unnaturally thin. He shared all the food he stole with Rangiku, but why was he still so thin?
"Girls mature faster than boys," he said, pressing his nose into her neck.
Outside their shelter, the town was waking up. Children were whooping and carrying on in another downpour. Sun or rain, Gin would go outside soon to scavenge. Rainwater churned through pipes against the walls, leaked through the roof anyway.
"Do you feel it too?" He asked in a light, playful voice. All of Gin�s bony edges seemed to be pressing into Rangiku�s skin. "The hunger?"
She thought he was talking about food, but when he opened his mouth against hers, she understood him for the first time since they had met.

5.
Byakuya/Ryuuken + hair care (223 words)
for Makaze Nanpou

It was a highly uncomfortable situation for both Shinigami and Quincy when his eminence Kuchiki Byakuya, in jeans and jacket over a gigai, walked into the salon and sat next to Dr. Ishida Ryuuken, who was wearing his administrative suit and tie with the tiny Quincy crosses.
"I was told," said Byakuya in his characteristic monotone, "that this establishment is the best in town."
"It is," said Ryuuken, not lifting his eyes from the magazine in his hands. He felt the Shinigami�s presence, however, as plainly as the Shinigami sensed his own Quincy strength.
The minutes ticked by.
Three of the hairwashers took turns coming out to collect tips from the receptionist and to ogle the two fine men in the waiting area.
The phone rang seven times. Each time the receptionist answered, "Karakura Hair Care."
Finally Dr. Ishida�s name was called.
"If I may make a suggestion," said Ryuuken as he rose, "hair the length of yours is outmoded in this time and place."
"Deportment and nobility are never outmoded," said Byakuya. "And I do not take style advice from a Quincy wearing a skinny bib."
Ryuuken decided to let the remark go. It could be amusing to observe the social gaffes of the Shinigami in town this week, but it was best to avoid any interactions with Shinigami at all costs.
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Less Lonely, Dizzy with Hope: 5 Requested Drabbles