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09 June 2008 @ 12:07 am
24 Chips - 21  
Theme: 06:00
Title: Cold, Hard Truth
Fandom: Bleach
Character: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Other than the TBTP arc, mostly 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 21 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.

The first time Shinji ever told Hiyori he loved her, he hadn’t really intended on it. It had just slipped out, really, amidst other things and more important matters. Not that he didn’t consider that fact to be important, it just wasn’t the most pressing of matters at the moment.

What was more pressing was the war at hand. And what their part in it should be. It was a tense subject, for more than one reason, and they’d already been at it for six hours since midnight the night before. The war that was brewing would threaten everything. Not just Seireitei, but Karakura and the entirety of the world. There was no “staying out” of it, only deciding on which side to fight. Or whether to simply fight for themselves, as they’d always done.

Loyalty was a tricky subject. They’d all once been loyal to Seireitei and look how well that had turned out. And though none of them wanted to deny that circumstances had been complex and difficult, it was hard to justify the fact of being exiled based on something that someone else had done. Something they’d had little to no control over. But was the animosity they still held towards their former home enough to warrant standing by and just watching.

Shinji didn’t think so. And while Hiyori had angrily asserted that the only reason he felt thusly was because he was a whiney little moron who blamed himself for not stopping Aizen, he had to argue that that wasn’t the only reason. Granted, it was partly true, he did feel responsible, but he also couldn’t deny that they were in danger as well.

Hiyori hadn’t wanted to hear that – not that the others had been very receptive to the idea of fighting beside the shinigami either – and it hadn’t taken much before she’d snarled something along the lines of “fuck you Baldy, there’s no damned way I’m fighting for them” and stalked off downstairs, leaving everyone else to deal with the awkward silence.

They’d put it to a vote, Shinji sighing and assuming that Hiyori’s vote would be an emphatic “no”, and when it was all decided, it was left up to him to go downstairs and tell their recalcitrant comrade that she’d been outvoted, and that they were going to war.

He couldn’t force her, of course, and he wasn’t about to try, but he knew how Hiyori worked. She may hate it, but she wasn’t going to let her friends go off to fight without her. Picking his way down the stone steps, he stopped a few feet away – safely out of sandal range – and cocked his head at her.

“Oi. Ya got outvoted, Hiyori. We’re goin to war.”

What he got was a frown and a scoff as she resettled herself on the floor to look up at him from beneath shaggy blond bangs.

“Tch. The fuck are we doing, Shinji? Helping them?! They fuckin hate us, they’d probably just put us the fuck into the goddamned 12th division research pool after this, I know what they fuckin’ do there!”

Sighing, he couldn’t really argue with her as she continued to rant. They all knew it, knew that there was a great likelihood that once they’d done their part in the war, Seireitei would turn on them, treat them like the criminals they were considered, and the fact that they’d helped turn the tide of the battle would be forgotten amidst the chance to discipline them, to lock them up and study them.

“Th’ fuck choice do we have, Hiyori? If Aizen wins, we’ll die too ya know. And I know I’m not that keen on dyin’ anytime soon. Besides… the hell do you care if they hate us? You hate them too.”

She rolled her eyes and lobbed a rock at him, but lacking her usual vehemence, it fell just short of it’s target as she drew legs up to her chest. It wasn’t like that. Of course she hated the shinigami, but then she had a reason to hate them. But them… they hated her just because she happened to be an unlucky casualty. Because something beyond her control had interfered to make her the way she was today. They hated her for existing.

“I’d just… like ta know what it fuckin feels like ta NOT be hated for a change, ya know?”

He nodded, completely understanding what she meant. Going through life being hated… wasn’t something anyone would wish for, but it was their lot in life. Settling down beside her, he crossed his legs, resting elbows on knees, zanpakutou laying across his lap.

“Yeah, I know. But it won’t always be like that. Besides… not everyone hates you.”

Hiyori stiffened slightly, memories of that night a few weeks back filtering through her mind as she closed her eyes to block out the remembered sensation of his lips on hers. Pushing herself to her feet, she laughed almost derisively, folding hands behind her head.

“Quit bein fuckin sappy, Shinji. Everyone hates us. Hell, we probably even hate each other.”

It was a blatant lie and she knew it, but it was the only way she could think of at the moment to try and get him away from the topic she was afraid he was going to broach. Because she didn’t want to hear it, didn’t need to know. It was easier if she didn’t admit it, if she didn’t face the fact. Easier to ignore it.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Hiyori. And even if ya didn’t… you should know I don’t hate you. I love you too much fer that.”

Dammit, he’d gone and said it. Idiot. She felt her muscles tense up, fists clenching at her sides as she just stood there for a long moment before letting her pent-up breath out in a sigh and a single word.


She didn’t give him time to say anything else before she was gone, feet pounding up the stairs as she sought refuge from the truth and from him. Shinji sighed, scratching his head. Somehow, he’d hoped that would go better in his head. Not expected it, just hoped.
twosentwosen on June 10th, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
Hee, that went pretty much as how I'd have expected. Last line ftw! Poor Shinji. But hey, at least no foot in face for this one!