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08 June 2008 @ 03:54 pm
Chip 9 - Watchful Eyes  
Theme: 02:00
Title: Watchful Eyes
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 9 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.

The first time Hiyori didn’t hit Shinji when she normally would have, she chalked up to the fact that her foot was currently in his hand and her own hands were occupied with trying to wrest the roll of linen bandages away from him. Hitting could come later, though she’d realize after the fact that it never came at all this time.

It was early, too early for anyone really to be up, seeing as most shinigami – those who weren’t on night patrol, at least – turned in by midnight and 2 hours later were definitely not up and wandering the buildings that made up their divisions headquarters. And it was too damned early for Shinji to be up and lurking in her division, seeing as he was a damned captain already and she wasn’t going to be his lame-ass excuse for why his paperwork wasn’t done.

Returning from a mission under Captain Hikifune’s orders, she’d made her way back to the 12th’s compound with teeth gritted and most of her weight distributed onto the ankle that wasn’t swollen and bruised. A careless mistake – at least as far as she was concerned – in the fact that the Hollow had been faster than her. It had been able to get it’s hold on her and despite the fact that she would have willingly granted anyone who said it was true, Hiyori could now say with firsthand certainty that being flung around by the ankle was not among her favourite activities.

Hobbling her way back towards her quarters, she’d recognized Shinji’s reiatsu before she’d seen his lanky, Cheshire-grinned figure push away from the wall, haori conspicuously absent and long hair pulled into a ponytail. Growling, she’d stopped in her tracks and fixed him with a glare.

“The hell are you doing here, baldy? This isn’t your division.”

Blue eyes rolled in exasperation as he loped over, familiar swaggering gait the same as always. He wasn’t going to dignify that with an answer, as it didn’t matter what he said, he’d still get hit. Looking her up and down, he sighed.

“You’re hurt, moron.”

Her angry outburst morphed into death threats and pummeling as he – without asking or waiting to be given permission – wrapped an arm around her waist and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, wincing slightly at the impact of her fists on his back and the heel of her right foot against his nose.


Shinji sighed, sticking the finger of his free hand in his ear. At least that drowned out some of the protesting. Walking the rest of the way to her quarters, he pushed open the door and dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed before taking a quick assessment of her injuries. With the exception of the ankle, she seemed alright. Just a few cuts and bruises, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. Snagging a roll of bandage off of the table, he evaded a couple of punches and kicks and grabbed the offending leg.

“Sit still, ya idiot.”

Like she would listen to that. He got a moment of stunned silence before the yelling resumed, punctuated by her good foot hitting him in the face again. It was rather irksome, he had to admit, especially seeing how he’d waited for her for nearly 3 hours when she didn’t come back from the mission on time. A favour to Captain Hikifune – at least that’s what he was calling it – but still. She could at least act a little more grateful.

Careful so as not to do more damage, he gave the injured ankle a slight yank, enough to elicit a startled yelp of pain. At least it got her attention as he shook his head and started carefully wrapping the linen around the swollen joint.

“Can ya just shut the hell up for long enough so I can do this?”

It was such an uncharacteristic and yet perfectly Shinji thing to do that her latest protest died on her lips and she was left sitting there in sullen silence, watching his hands work. She should have hit him. Slapped him silly and reminded him that she wasn’t a fucking baby and she sure as hell wasn’t his responsibility to babysit and he’d better damned well stop acting like it. But… there was something about the way he was bandaging her ankle, something gentle and careful, that made her stop. Made her sit silently until he let go and fixed her with a “there, was that so difficult?” look before she scoffed and got up and promptly threw him out the door. She sure as hell wasn’t going to thank him. She hadn’t hit him, he’d better be grateful for that.
Psyche: cheerfulcheerful
twosentwosen on June 10th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
Shinji was in control of this one for once. Wow.

I'd never really thought about it before, but your 24 hour theme fics are slowly converting me to ShiYorism. =P