Bleach Liners

Any Bleach RPers Interested?

mihaelxmail — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 09:39:37 GMT

I read the rules and didn't see anything about posting for a rp community not allowed. If the Mod changes their mind, feel free to delete this post. Anyway, I'm a Bleach fan and cosplayer looking for other Bleach roleplayers who might be interested in an up-and-coming AU roleplay. We don't have ANY character positions taken, so help us by adding to the bleach love~

Still interested? Check under the cut for information and a link to the main page. We would be more than glad to have you! Here's a sample line to spark your interest:

Lively entertainment, daring battles to protect the ones you love and forbidden romance are all but a taste of what's to come~

Enter a world filled with fantasy, with rich story telling and new adventures around every turn. Enter a mystical time period when Dragons, Knights and Magick existed. Imagine Unicorns, Druids and Pegasus residing in an enchanted forest forgotten by Man. Dare to dream of a life filled with riches, prosperity and joy traveling or trading goods. Lively entertainment, daring battles to protect the ones you love and forbidden romance are all but a taste of what's to come in this fantasy based rp. Dare to breath, never forget and always reach for your dreams~ Tales Through the Ages. If you can imagine the endless possibilities, find your courage and follow the path set before you.

Click here!

What? o_O

asmaria — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 13:17:40 GMT

Um... can someone tell me why I inherited modship of this community? I was clearing out my list of communities and then realized that I was listed as maintainer here. I don't recall making it or joining it... I'm a little confused. ^^;

I'd be happy to pass it on if someone would like it.

Fic

nutty_scribbler — Tue, 15 Aug 2006 16:51:05 GMT

Title: The Threshold of Goodbye
Pairing: Ichigo/Rukia
Rating: G
Summary: Practice makes perfect. But for once, practice is not a good thing.

"I guess this is goodbye. Again," Ichigo muttered without looking up.

"Yes," the corner of lips threatened to curl into a wan smile, "and we are getting surprisingly good at it."

He looks up and straight into her eyes (angry eyes - angry at her for being so flippant; angry at himself for being so helpless), and a millenium of unspoken conversations occured in that few seconds he held her gaze, mesmerised. She found herself babbling like a fool afterwards (and it was so unlike herself she could have died from embarassment), "who knows, we will meet again the next time we need to save the world from some delusional God-wannabe psychopath... Not that I want another Aizen to be raised up..."

"Rukia," he said firmly, trying not to smile himself. "I'll leave the window open."

She smiled back and waved with forced cheerfulness, before stepping across the threshold of the Senkaimon, desperately ignoring the prickling at the back of her eyes.

Challenge #11: Farewell is not permanent

tsukishine — Wed, 15 Feb 2006 01:37:49 GMT

Title: Farewell is not permanent
Pairing: Ikkaku x Nemu
Rating: G
Summary: Nemu has to learn to say goodbye.
For bleach_liners Challenge #11: "Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes is certain for those who are friends."--Richard Bach

[ Goodbye: a noun; a concluding remark or gesture at parting-- ]

Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own ~~perverse~~ enjoyment.
x-posted

Challenge #11 -- To Meet Again

esotaria — Mon, 23 Jan 2006 03:46:21 GMT

Title: To Meet Again
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Warning: Spoilers for Orihime's past, if that even counts as spoilers by this point
Summary: Why Sora always says goodbye.

( What sucks more, summary or fic? )

Challenge #11!

starswing — Mon, 16 Jan 2006 04:25:55 GMT

All right, sad to say, we only received one entry for this challenge, so we'll be skipping ahead to Challenge Number 11. The quote for this challenge is

"Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes is certain for those who are friends."--Richard Bach

Deadline is Sunday, January 22, so please do your best to get in all entries before that time! Good luck!

Challenge #10 - Pity

tsukishine — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 08:57:35 GMT

*flails* I've had this idea since last week but I've been lazy -_-;;... Better late than never?

Title: Pity
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers for Tousen’s past
Summary: Tousen drowns in pity, until one person allows him to see the beauty of kindness.

( He couldn't say that he coveted sight... )

Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own ~~perverse~~ enjoyment.

Modly Announcement

starswing — Mon, 09 Jan 2006 08:13:09 GMT

Well, it looks like we'll be extending the deadline again, as this week, we've received a grand total of zero (0) entries! So you lovelies get another week. You now have until 7 PM PST Sunday, January 15 to get your entries in.

Again, the quote is ""Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can read."

Challenge #10!

starswing — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 05:45:54 GMT

Here we go, everyone! We have our new challenge, kindly provided to us by tsukishine (and Mark Twain)!

Your quote is: "Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can read."

Have at it, and please remember that all entries are due by Sunday, January 8!

Good luck!

Winnar~!

starswing — Mon, 02 Jan 2006 05:12:45 GMT

Thanks to all who voted without me having to hunt you down ~~you know who you are~~! As such, we have a winner, and that winner is tsukishine, for her gorgeous drabble The End! Congrats, Tsuki, and please let me know ASAP what the new quote is!

Voting Time Again!

starswing — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 04:48:02 GMT

Okay, we have a few more entries (thanks, guys!), and since Christmas was a bit hectic for me, poll goes up a day late. x.x Sorry about that!

You know the drill! Comment with your favorite drabble, all comments screened, winner will be announced Sunday, January 1!

And the contestants are...

1. Nothing For the Fallen- shyunpo
2. The End- tsukishine
3. Exile- yachiru
4. School Days- the_firefly

Please remember to vote! <3

the_firefly — Sat, 24 Dec 2005 02:13:26 GMT

Title: School Days
Author: the_firefly
Word Count: 278
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Up to manga chapter 195
Characters: The 10th Division, ♥
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Line: "This isn't the end, it's only the beginning."

School Days

Exile

yachiru — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 05:12:24 GMT

Once again I inflict my horrible drabbles on you. ^^

Title: Exile
Pairing: Yoruichi/Urahara
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Spoilers for Urahara's history
#9: "This isn't the end, it's only the beginning."

Soul Society. Home. Meant the same thing either way you said it. It was almost bittersweet to be leaving now. In disgrace.

Almost funny too. He'd been wanting something more he thought. Wanting to do more. To see more.

Maybe he'd find it. Too bad it had to happen this way. It felt dishonorable. Just to leave. Thrown out like garbage. As if he'd done something wrong.

What was wrong with invention? With thinking for yourself? Sure, it might be troublesome. And could easily be used for evil.

It was his. You could say it was his baby. He couldn't give it up. Best to leave it. For now.

There was always tomorrow.

Urahara stood for one last look. Breathing in the scent he knew he'd never forget. He was unforgiven. Exiled. Lost.

A cat cried silently, it's plaintive howl echoing. He heard the soft sound it made as it landed on the soft grass.

"Yoruichi? So you've come to tell me goodbye?" he knelt down, gently stroking the cat's head. Itching the spot behind her ear the way she liked.

The cat shook it's head, hissing. It bit his finger, drawing blood.

"Ow! Yoruichi! I told you men don't like it so rough!" He sucked the digit into his mouth, the pain sharp. Instant.

Yoruichi jumped up, landing on his shoulder. She sat atop her throne like a queen. Her eyes glaring at his, growling at him.

"You sure Yoruichi?" He knew he should leave her here. She shouldn't be connected with him. It would ruin her to do this. The noble part of him asked the question, giving her one last chance.

She scratched his cheek and he flinched, laughing at the pain. Starting over would be hard. Painful.

But he had her. He'd bring a piece of home with him.

Mod Post

starswing — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 07:43:58 GMT

As you might be able to guess, I am once again extending the deadline to Sunday, December 25. Two entries have been received for this challenge, and it wouldn't be fair to hold a poll now, so you lot have an extra week. Keep in mind, I understand all too well that a bunch of you are busy preparing for the holidays, so if I don't get any more entries by next week, I'll plunk the poll up anyway. <3 Good luck!

[Challenge #9] The End

tsukishine — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:51:58 GMT

Title: The End
Pairing: Implied Zaraki x Unohana, implied ____ x Unohana (prizes for guessing)
Rating: PG?
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of the SS-arc.
Summary: Unohana reflects on endings becoming beginnings...
For bleach_liners challenge #9: "This isn't the end, it's only the beginning."

( Pardon me, Zaraki-taichou? )

Disclaimer: I am not Kubo Tite, thus I do not own Bleach. I do not own these characters. I am only borrowing them for my own ~~perverse~~enjoyment.
x-posted in bleach_liners, kurosaki_clinic, and asterisk_plus

Nothing for the Fallen - Rekino

shyunpo — Sun, 18 Dec 2005 05:11:41 GMT

Title: Nothing for the Fallen
Series/Characters: Bleach; Yoruichi/Soi Fong
Author: shyunpo
Rating: PG

[ Written for bleach_liners; challenge #09. Dedicated to the_firefly. ]

(It had been another day. A thrilling day with the adrenaline of war pumping through their veins and the screams of those who had fallen piercing through their hearts at each step they took.)

Challenge #9!

starswing — Tue, 13 Dec 2005 08:27:57 GMT

Sorry this is a bit belated, your mod's drowning in finals. @.@ But we have our new line, and it IS:

"This isn't the end, it's only the beginning."

There you go, submissions are to be in by Sunday, December 18! Best of luck!

^^

starswing — Mon, 12 Dec 2005 06:59:59 GMT

Well, after an exciting week (stop shaking your heads at me), we have a winner! Congratulations to the_firefly for her piece, Strangers with Candy!! The next line's all yours!

Thank you to everyone who DID vote and I'll be eyeing you all come next poll, because I know a ton of you could have voted who didn't. ^^ Thank you. New post with challenge to go up whenever we get one.

Vote~!

starswing — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 08:59:27 GMT

@.@ Ah, sorry this is so late! I didn't get any time to post this until now, so please bear with your dorky mod. ^^;;

Anyway, we have some fun submissions, and I'm sure you all know the drill by now. Please vote on your favorite by commenting to this post with either the number or the title of the drabble. Voting will end and winner will be announced on Sunday, December 11! Good luck and please remember to vote or I may have to hunt you down. <3

1. On Top of Kar'kura- nomoreprinces
2. Strangers with Candy- the_firefly
3. A Hairy Situation- kimper
4. Coiled- go_hifreann_lea
5. Thoughts- xinmei
6. Blame it on Aizen- conri

Have fun!

Challenge #8

conri — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 04:49:29 GMT

Title: Blame it on Aizen
Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou, Hinamori Momo, Matsumoto Rangiku
Rating: PG
Word Count: 666
Spoilers: None
Notes: Pure silliness.
Line: Ew! Don't eat that!

Hitsugaya Toushirou had a headache over his records book when Hinamori Momo had visited his office that morning, an upset expression on her face. She had baked a cake for Captain Aizen--

Hitsugaya's eyebrows rose. Hinamori could bake?

--but the cake had turned out...less than satisfactory.

When Hinamori's voice rose, Hitsugaya raised a finger to his mouth and pointed at the couch in the office.

Hinamori looked, but could only see the back of the couch. She walked up to it to see a sleeping Matsumoto Rangiku. She smiled.

"You've really become a caring guy, haven't you?" Hinamori whispered loudly.

"Not really," he mumbled. "She stayed up late finishing some paperwork."

Hinamori stiffled a laugh with her hand. Hitsugaya's eye twitched in annoyance.

Her eyes fell on the cake again, and she sighed dejectedly. "I just wanted to make it a special day for my captain."

Hitsugaya glowered. "So why'd you come to me about it?"

"I thought you might make me feel better."

Hitsugaya warily followed Hinamori's every move as she walked around his desk.

"I was right!" she said as she suddenly squeezed Hitsugaya into a hug. "I think I'm going to try again. I can't give up that easily!"

Hinamori left Hitsugaya to his work and her failed cake.

"I didn't even do anything," he muttered towards the cake. Hitsugaya eyed the cake suspiciously before breaking off a piece and popping it into his mouth. His face twisted, and he spat the cake into his wastebasket.

He left the office to get a drink to wash away the flavor of a salty sweet cake.

Matsumoto didn't wake up for another half an hour.

"Captain? You're in my room again?" Matsumoto yawned and stretched as she sat up on the couch.

"For the last time, this is the office!!" Hitsugaya threw his pen onto the desk.

"No need to get so angry." Matsumoto rose to her feet, yawning again as she made her way to the desk. "Whatcha work--"

Hitsugaya looked up as Matsumoto suddenly stopped speaking, just in time to see her take a piece of Hinamori's cake.

Drastic situations called for drastic measures and no mincing of words.

"Ew, don't eat that!" Hitsugaya cried out as he lunged across the table to grab Matsumoto's arm. He missed and whacked her arm instead, causing the piece of cake to fall into her cleavage.

They both stared, wide-eyed, at the fallen cake. Now fully awake, Matsumoto was the first to respond. "So, Captain..., you know you should clean up your own messes, right?"

Hitsugaya looked away from Matsumoto and folded his arms across his chest. "Clean it up yourself." Hitsugaya's cheeks were slightly more rosy than normal. "It's your own fault for taking food without asking."

"I wouldn't have dropped it if you hadn't hit me."

"I was trying to save you from the horrors of Hinamori's baking."

"Hinamori baked this for you?"

"For Aizen." Hitsugaya picked up some papers and shuffled through them.

"Aw, poor Captain...," Matsumoto said as she leaned forward to rest her elbows on the desk. Unfortunately, this action caused the cake to fall out of her cleavage and plop right onto Hitsugaya's work.

Once again, they both stared, wide-eyed at the fallen cake.

"I'm sorry, Captain. I'll clean that up--" Matsumoto reached for the records book, but Hitsugaya nabbed her wrist in his hand. She looked up in time to see a grin that was just a little too wide--right before another piece of cake was smashed into her face.

Hitsugaya started to chuckle.

"You brat!" Matsumoto reached for the cake again and returned the favor.

Moments later, cake was flying around the room as the captain and vice captain ran about, yelling and laughing.

The twenty-ninth day of the fifth month was just an average day in the captain's office of the tenth division. Some wondered, but no one ever asked why those pages in the records book were covered in big, greasy stains.

Thoughts -- challenge #8

xinmei — Sun, 04 Dec 2005 16:02:04 GMT

Originally I was going to make this set after 205, but then I remembered Orihime's injury. Well, this only has spoilers for the Arrancar part.

Title: Thoughts
Characters/Pairings: IchixRuki, IshixOri, IchixOri (one-sided)
Rating: PG
Words: 15473
Spoilers: Ch. 200 (up to Arrancar fight)
Summary: After Rukia's injured in battle, Orihime brought her home to heal her. Then they talk about certain things.
Line: Ew! Don't eat that!

Thoughts

The sharp pain was unbearable as she fell down on the ground, coughing up blood, unable to fight. The impact from the sidewalk was hard and old, but the pain inside was even worse. She was unable to fight again. She was losing again. And she still couldn’t avenge Kaien’s death. Her thoughts drowned out when the Arrancar’s reiatsu towered over her, giving her a sinister chill.

She needed to get up. She couldn’t just die here! That’s not why she returned to the human world! Straightening her arms in an attempt to arise, she realized this was harder than it seemed.

Suddenly an arm roughly snatched her body from the ground and soon after, warmth engulfed her.

She looked up to see Ichigo, his eyes lit with determination as he tried to make an escape while holding her. The idiot! She would’ve been fine if left alone, but if he takes her with him while running away from the enemy at the same time, he’ll get both of them killed! Grasping his sleeve, she choked out. “Leave me here. I’m just slowing you down.”

His eyes seemed surprised for a moment, as if he didn’t think she was conscious. “No.”

“But you can’t fight and hold me at the same time,” came the silent reply. When he didn’t answer, she continued, her voice wistful and soft. “Idiot. Do you want to die?”

“Heh, you should’ve left her there,” a gruff voice spoke. Ichigo glanced back at the Arrancar, seeing a smile crack on his face. “I guess I’ll have to kill her first if you insist on talking with her instead of fighting me.” With that, the enemy advanced towards them.

Ichigo wasn’t sure what he should do, but Rukia was right—he couldn’t fight him and hold her at the same time. But leaving her on the cold sidewalk soaked in her own blood would’ve been cruel. Memories of lying on the ground, bleeding and helpless, while she walked out of his life with execution lying in front of her, were still vivid in his mind. He never wanted to experience that pain again, and he didn’t want her to experience it either. For now, all he could do was run away to buy some time.

“I won’t let you escape!” shouted the Arrancar as he charged towards Ichigo.

Cursing, the bright-haired teen picked up his speed.

“Kurosaki-kun!” a bright voice shouted from the distance. “Are you all right?”

Darting towards the source of the sound, he saw Orihime walking to him, her face carrying a worried look. His eyes brightening, he yelled back, his voice filled with worry as he felt Rukia’s blood soaking into his sleeve. “Inoue! Please heal Rukia!”

Before the tall girl could answer, he shoved Rukia into Orihime’s arms. “Thanks Inoue! You’re a real lifesaver! And don’t let her come back and fight today!” he shouted back as he ran off to face the Arrancar, leaving a surprised girl behind.

“Y—you’re welcome, Kurosaki-kun!” she hesitantly shouted in reply. His abrupt actions were quite sudden so she was a bit startled. He seemed quite frantic just now, just like the time when he had fought the Arrancars. What happened to him to make him so frustrated again?

“Inoue-san,” Rukia choked out, breaking up the tall girl’s thoughts.

“Oh! Kuchiki-san! Are you all right?”

“I am still bleeding. Can you heal me?”

“Of course!” she exclaimed, her mouth widening into a smile. With that, Orihime ran off into the distance, determined to save her friend and help Kurosaki-kun.

She was running as fast as she could. The girl in her arms was hurt and bleeding so she needed to get home and heal her—fast. She could feel the wet blood soaked on Rukia’s robes and could tell that her friend must have had an injury serious enough for that much blood to be lost. She couldn’t stand the fact that Ichigo was fighting the same people who had defeated him so easily before, but she was still glad that she could be of help.

Suddenly a man wearing a blue cape zipped through the streets, his eyes focusing on something in the distance.

She immediately recognized him. “Ishida-kun!”

The man stopped abruptly and turned around, a nervous look apparent on his face.

“Can you help Kurosaki-kun? He’s fighting right now, and I think he’ll get hurt again!” she shouted, her voice desperate and pleading. She hadn’t seen Ishida in a while.

“Inoue…” His voice fading off, he quickly glanced at the man standing near a tree, then turned back to face the girl. He had to refuse. Even though he wanted to help her and Ichigo, he couldn’t—he made a promise to his father, and he needed to keep his word even if it meant he couldn’t help the shinigami anymore. This was the price of getting his powers back.

“Inoue-san, I can’t. Sorry.” With that, he ran off just as abruptly as he stopped. Inoue had seemed so sad, so desperate, but since she was holding a shinigami, he couldn’t help her, especially not with his dad standing so nearby.

----

A bright blue shield encircled the petite girl, creating a magical glow as it rapidly healed her wounds.

She felt her wounds close up and warmth enclose her. This was truly a wonderful experience—her wounds closed up, she didn’t feel groggy over the blood loss and it didn’t take long for this to happen at all. Inoue’s power was simply amazing. It would’ve taken a lot of energy to heal her own wounds with Kidou so she was thankful that Inoue had healed her instead.

----

Sitting down in a chair, the petite girl sighed. “Thank you, Inoue-san. But I think it’s time I g—”

“You’re welcome! I’m glad you’re fine now. But you really should rest for a while. Would you like some treats?” Orihime chirped, making sure she didn’t let Rukia return to battle yet.

“Sure.”

A piece of bread with dipped in chocolate syrup and honey along with fish lied on a plate in front of Rukia. The raven-haired girl wasn’t sure if the food was okay to eat, but it could’ve been an Earth treat, such as the juice boxes. Lifting the treat to her mouth, she was about to take a bite when she heard a muffled up voice come from the sofa.

“Ew! Don’t eat that!” a voice whispered.

She turned to see Rangiku’s gigai, who began to wave her arms up and down in a frantic manner. The food couldn’t possibly be that bad.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Kuchiki-san, what happened?” Orihime asked as she sat down, her voice tinged with concern and worry.

“We were fighting the Arrancars.”

“Those half-shinigami half-hollow monsters?” The redhead remembered what those monsters were like. They defeated Ichigo, who blamed himself for being so weak and for being unable to save his friends. She winded up in a cast for several weeks. And Ichigo…his eyes were constantly filled with pain and sorrow at that time, especially when he apologized to her for being unable to protect her.

Why did he need to blame himself like that? She was the one who jumped out and therefore, got injured. It wasn’t his fault at all. The pain her wounds gave her were bearable, but seeing his face that way…was even worse. It wasn’t until Rukia returned that he finally returned to normal.

“Yes, them.”

“Oh. Kuchiki-san, thanks for returning Kurosaki-kun to normal.”

“Hm?” Rukia lifted up her eyes while eating the treat, which surprisingly, was quite good despite its appearance. “It wasn’t a big deal. I was annoyed by that defeated, helpless look on his face and couldn’t stand it. The Ichigo I remember never had that pathetic look on his face.” When her execution was approaching, she had the same defeated look on her face. It was Ichigo who had removed her doubts and given her hope and strength at that time. Seeing him looking defeated like that was just so…awkward.

“You don’t think Kurosaki-kun will get hurt again, do you?” the human girl broke her thoughts.

“I don’t know, but he might.” She still remembered the overpowering reiatsu and how it had shaken her. “You sure care about him a lot.”

“Well…” The tall girl blushed, unsure of what to say. Rukia and Ichigo were perfect for each other, and she didn’t want to come between them. She wondered what was up with Ishida. He kept avoiding Ichigo, her and the shinigamis at school. He seemed very anxious today. Did something happen to him?

“Well, thanks for healing me. It would’ve taken so much more energy if I would’ve tried to do it to myself. It’s getting dark so I’ll leave now. Bye!”

“Bye Kuchiki-san!”

Yay for first tries!

go_hifreann_lea — Tue, 29 Nov 2005 03:16:07 GMT

Title: Coiled
Characters/Pairings: Karin/Ururu, Jinta
Rating: PG
Words: 153
Line: "We always have something to be thankful for, whether anyone else agrees with it is their own damned problem."

Ururu hugged herself closer, curling up into a small ball—even if she could always get smaller, she’d never get small enough. She hadn’t liked the stares, the looks that Jinta gave her, like he thought she was less than scum, less than usual.

She was used to being under appreciated, but never used to hate.

But then she felt soft, gentle hands pulling at her arms, unraveling her in as many senses as Ururu could think of. Even though her eyes were still shut tight, just from those gentle touches and light kisses on her brow she knew who it was.

“At least we always have somethin’ to be thankful for—whether anyone else agrees with it is their own damned problem.”

With that Karin brushes away all the doubt and self-hatred that had been coiling dangerously tight in her chest, and Ururu opens her eyes to that familiar face, completely disentangled.

Admin Luff

starswing — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 21:37:50 GMT

Okay, I shall not go all "RAAAAAWR" on you guys this time, because Thankgiving week is always a little bit time-consuming. However, I can't put a poll up with only three drabbles, so I'll be extending the deadline to Sunday, December 4! Here's hoping we can get a few more entries. ^^;;

Challenge #8 Entry!

kimper — Tue, 22 Nov 2005 04:49:54 GMT

This is my first entry here, hope you like it!

Title: A Hairy Situation
Author: kimper
Characters: Abarai Renji, Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating: PG-13 (all for language)
Word Count: 419
Summary: A very unhappy Renji.
Spoilers: None
Line: "We always have something to be thankful for, whether anyone else agrees with it is their own damned problem."

“Why so sad Renji?”

The words startled the brooding flame-haired shinigami. He figured he’d been there for awhile, but he was still too damned mad to be around the others.

“Nah." Nothin’s botherin’ me taichou. Just thought I’d take a breather,” he lied through gritted teeth, hoping the quiet, older man would go away and let him be pissed in peace.

“I see.”

Renji waited crossly for Kuchiki-Taichou to leave, frustration building as he realized the man was patiently watching him.

What the hell? Just leave me frickin be!

Staring at the tree across the courtyard, he watched the branches bouncing violently in the breeze, jerking to and fro, back and forth. Once, twice, thrice…upon reaching the thirtieth count he gave up. The rudely formal, deceptively intrusive idiotic captain was not going to go away!

“Will you just leave me the HELL alone you, you…”

Dammit! Why did he always let his big frickin mouth get him into shit!

“Uh sorry sir, captain, uh Kuchiki-Taichou,” he mumbled letting his words trail off, hoping the nobleman was in a forgiving mood, he seriously didn’t look forward to having crap duties all week, that would just be the freakin’ cherry topping off this shit pie he’d called a day.

“This would all end if you stopped sulking, Abarai-Fukutaichou. Quit acting the whiny little spoiled brat, crying over the loss of his favorite treat.”

Jumping up, he completely lost his cool. Turning, ready to scream at the holier-than-thou shinigami standing coolly in front of him, the words died in his throat at the slight, laughing smile curving the corners of the unusually friendly mouth.

Grinning sheepishly, flustered, he ran his hand through the tangled rat’s nest of his magenta mop.

“I can’t help it, taichou,” he muttered embarrassed,”that stinkin’ Ikkaku frickin’ bought the last comb in the commissary. With all this damn, frickin’ hurricane force wind, I’ll never get all the knots outta my hair! He only grabbed it ta piss me off, with his bald head he sure as hell doesn’t appreciate what I’m going through here! He doesn’t give a damn about a frickin’ comb! Shit, Rukia just had to steal my last one today!”

He watched curiously as the solitary, largely uncaring captain reached out, handing Renji the very thing he was ranting about.

Mouth gaping in astonishment, he saw Kuchiki-Taichou calmy, nonchalantly turn and walk away.

“You know Renji, we always have something to be thankful for, whether anyone else agrees with it is their own damned problem.”

A/N: Hope this isn't too corny/terrible. Comedy is hard for me for some reason. Anyhoo, tell me what you think! kimper :)

Challenge #8 Entry

the_firefly — Tue, 22 Nov 2005 00:26:52 GMT

Title: Strangers With Candy
Author: the_firefly
Characters: Urahara Kisuke, Shihouin Yoruichi, & Soi Fong
Word Count: 275
Summary: Soi Fong is not impressed by Urahara Kisuke.
Line: "Ew! Don't eat that!"

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