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02 June 2008 @ 05:30 pm
Chips of Bone #4 - Gossamer Wings  
Part 4 of the series. Enjoy.

Theme: 8:00
Title: Gossamer Wings
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just language, really bc of Hiyori. And as always, I'm making up their past before the TBTP arc because we don't know about their childhood/academy days/etc.
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, or we'd see way more Vaizard love.
Summary: Part 4 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.

The first time Shinji ever saw Hiyori smile, he had to admit to himself that she could be almost pretty at times. Almost. And even then, it was only if you glanced sortof sideways at her and squinted. The way he usually tended to look at her, though he blamed the squint on the fact that his bangs were about an inch too long and he sure as hell wasn't about to let her anywhere near his hair. Not after the way she hacked away at hers with an old blunt pair of scissors whenever the pigtails she'd taken to wearing over the last few years got long enough to get in her way. It made him shudder just to watch her. Honestly, nothing deserved to be subjected to the sort of abuse she put her hair through.

Either way, Sarugaki Hiyori didn't smile. She smirked, or sneered, or gave him that same smug grin when she landed a bare foot on his face and then declared -- as always -- that he wasn't about to get an apology from her. Not that he'd ever really expected one. That would have been stupid. Just as it was pointless to do anything other than plop down beside her on the hillside as he wiped the blood from his nose. Violent monkey... it wasn't as though his nose wasn't already crooked, she didn't need to make it MORE so. Watching her sidelong through long blond fringe, he leaned back, pressing long-fingered hands against the soft grass, he let out a long sigh.

Another morning. Another mote of time spent watching the sun as it rose in it's slow arcing path up the heavens -- though to call the sky thus in this place seemed laughable at times -- the same as it always did every day. But that was the crux of living in a world such as this. Predictability was a good thing at times, and though the weather could be varied at times, and the temperature certainly changed with the normal seasons, the sun rose and fell at precisely the same time every day. At dawn it would begin it's slow climb up the vault of the sky and at exactly 8 o'clock in the morning it hit the precise point in the sky that allowed it's golden rays to strike directly through the small window of the shack they made their home in to hit Shinji right in the face. That shaft of golden light would wake them, bringing them outside to simply sit and watch the day break around them before beginning the oft-arduous process of simply getting by.

Glancing back at Hiyori, he leaned his head back, the heavy weight of his hair sliding over narrow shoulders that had still managed to broaden up a decent amount as he grew.

"Oi. Hiyori. Do ya ever think about where we're gonna be in the future? You know... are we still gonna be livin' around here or is there somethin better out there?"

The girl scoffed, tugging her lower lip between her teeth with an irritated huff as she looped thin arms around her knees with a nod. Of course there was something better. They could see it every day, the white tower glinting in the distance among the pristine rooftops of the inner circle. That walled place where those like themselves were seldom ever allowed to enter. Seireitei. Home of the shinigami. Those black-garbed ones who dedicated their lives to the protection of the souls around them. It wasn't really the prospect of being a protector that drew her attention, it was the simple fact that for those like them -- those with spiritual power beyond that of a normal soul -- there were two options. Live as they were, scraping by and stealing for food in a world that cared little for their survival; or fly away. Leave this place behind and strive for a new path. One of servitude to those carrying the swords.

"Stupid. Are you fucking retarded, of course there's somethin better. You're just too damned dumb to think of it, Shinji."

She would have slapped him with her sandal, the way she always did, but the motion stopped short as brown eyes crossed in a positively puzzled look to study the bridge of her nose, upon which a fluttering of black wings suddenly rested. A jigokuchou -- no, at closer glance it was more of a dark violet then the inky black of the shinigami messengers -- had alighted on the upturned tip of Hiyori's nose and sat there quietly, wings fluttering faintly with the slight breeze as the girl wrinkled her nose at the offending insect.

Shinji would have expected her to smack it off of her face, to mutter something about "stupid butterfly" or otherwise revert back into her normal persona. Anything other than what she did next. Brown eyes softened, her face losing it's characteristic scowl as the corners of her mouth turned up just slightly with a small laugh. Leaning back a bit, she held the gentle smile on her face as the creature flapped it's gossamer wings, floating away through the sky.

"Look, Shinji.... it's so free."

He could just nod, still so stunned at seeing such a gentle expression on Hiyori's of all people's face to really give any sort of coherent reply. She was right, the butterfly was definitely free, as it floated on the updrafts across the sky towards the morning sun. Glancing back from the butterfly to Hiyori, he caught her faint whispered words right before she stood up and walked off, face sliding back into it's usual expression.

"...I'll be free like that one day...."
Psyche: chipperchipper
twosentwosen on June 10th, 2008 02:18 am (UTC)
Y'know, I love how Shinji's always the one watching while Hiyori's constantly doing. It's very in-character somehow.

And d'awwww. Hiyori taking a break from constant badass-tough-girl-ness!
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 10th, 2008 02:22 am (UTC)
Yes, she's very straightforward and deliberate, she doesn't tend to sit and think. I actually see her v. much as the sort of person who gets v. frustrated or agitated in a situation where she CAN'T act because that indicates a lack of control and she's the sort who would hate that. Shinji on the other hand, is far more caluculating and careful, so he's much more of a watcher/thinker.

Heh, only when she thinks no one notices. XD
twosentwosen on June 10th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
Just like a little kid, that Hiyori! *is shot slippered*

It might be interesting to read Hiyori in a longer fic -- your series of hours already shows character development, but what about the bits in between that a challenge series like this is entitled to skip? =P
Neko-taichoutasogaretaichou on June 11th, 2008 01:52 am (UTC)
Yes, I'd like to do some longer stuff, the unfortunate thing is that with my ADD and my RL, I tend to get started on longer things that I then don't finish. Hopefully soon though, I'll be able to get a longer one done for these 2 as well
twosentwosen on June 12th, 2008 12:35 am (UTC)
Ahaha, I understand totally. *is champion of starting ambitious plans that never get finished*