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ajremixI was bored as I waited for torrents to download. So I decided to tackle some themes before I go to bed.
Title: Ab Imo Pectore
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1305
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
In Response to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ikkanemu’s themes
Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles.
1.Followed Without Question
By the time the vice-captain meeting had finished it was raining. A heavy curtain of rain where each drop pounded into the next and clung stubbornly to whatever it fell onto.
Most of the other vice-captains hunched their shoulders and ran through the vague outline of the walkway. Others had sense enough to have checked the sky beforehand and brought umbrellas. The ones that didn’t fall under either category fought to share someone’s umbrella, upping each other with bribes in order to keep dry. Nemu stood at the entrance after everyone else left. She was needed back in her division but the thought of going out in such a harsh rain weighted her steps.
Something draped over her head and a voice at her ear told her, “Run.”
Hands were at her shoulders and suddenly she was running through the rain and someone was laughing behind her. When she mis-stepped, the grip tightened and she found herself almost tucked under their arm. Nemu felt the cold water splash up her calves and soak her tabi and rain was beginning to soak into her back and shoulders. Held as she was, Nemu focused only on the bare feet that egged her on and the voice cackling madly and warmly against her.
They didn’t stop until they were under the gates of the 12th division and Nemu’s makeshift cover was peeled away.
“Rain ain’t so bad now is it?” Ikkaku grinned broadly at her. Haori in hand, his white kimono was plastered and nearly translucent against him and though it was cold he didn’t seem to notice. “You better get dry. Don’t wanna get sick, do ya?” And as simple as that he trotted back into the rain, cursing and hooting as he went.
2.Possession
Ikkaku, not surprisingly, was possessive. If anyone made some sort of pass at Nemu, said or even looked at her ‘inappropriately’ (to which Ikkaku seemed to have an askew view of) he’d lay them out on the spot if someone didn’t stop him first. Nemu, for the most part, quickly became used to the fact.
It still surprised her sometimes when he’d sneak into her room as she worked and not say anything. Sometimes he’d sit against the wall and watch her, sometimes he’d sit next to her or back-to-back or sometimes, like today, he’d stretched out on the floor behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, napping in the lowering sun that basked over them.
It was always the last case especially that tended to surprise her. Not so much for the position as it was the fact that when Nemu would finish work… Ikkaku wouldn’t let go. And the more she’d try to wriggle from his grasp the tighter he held her until he started growling in his sleep. Counting herself caught until he woke up, Nemu would sit obediently at her table while he nuzzled against her hip and laugh softly.
3.Can’t Take Back What You’ve Taken Away
It was under great pressure from her father and fear of him getting hurt on her behalf that made Nemu approach Ikkaku say ‘I can’t love you’.
He gave her a strange look and, in confusion over his lack of response, Nemu said it again.
“No.”
She blinked. “No?”
“I ain’t takin’ it back.”
She was even more confused. “Take what back?”
Ikkaku scowled. “My friggin’ heart’s what. You took it. You can’t go decidin’ ya don’t want after you’ve been usin’ it up like that!”
“I…” Nemu’s head swum. “What?”
Slowly he closed in on her, a thick finger prodding just under her collarbone. “You got my heart.” Ikkaku said slowly, his breath ghosting across her neck. “So you better take good care of it.”
4.Gold Doesn’t Glitter
Being in the division which housed the Research and Development branch of the Gotei-13 Nemu was well educated in terms of chemistry, physiology and geology among other things. And the things that she didn’t understand she drew parallels from what she knew.
Such as aurum. Gold. A shiny, yellow metal found underground. Though taken to be a rather fashionable and expensive piece of jewelry, gold’s true value comes from its actual properties. It conducts heat and electricity, resists most chemical and corrosive reactions. It’s non-toxic and easily absorbed in the body with few ill effects, malleable to a point where a gram can be turned into a square meter.
But what makes gold truly valuable is how it becomes strengthened through alloying with other metals, broadening its use and abilities. Bright and easily identifiable, Nemu considered gold to be an intriguing element for the fact that one could spend years prodding and peeling and boring down to the core of it and quite possibly never be able to fully understand all of its uses and abilities.
And yet, as she’d pass by the 11th division’s 3rd seat in the halls, returning his grins with a nod of her head, Nemu would think it would be wonderful to try.
5.Intricate Braid
They lay entwined, limbs twisting and black webs spilled across her back and neck and wrapped around him. Five bars of dark rested across pale curves, shifting, gripping, binding them tighter. A slender arm rose over his back and shoulders and tucked his head into the pocket of her neck. They clicked, never still but never unbroken, pushing, pulsing, arching, locking together. They swirled together and they thrived, where they touched they merged and they drifted through each other like droplets.
They patterned each other; the dark and the light, the harsh and the soft, edges and curves, power and grace. They lay entwined, just as they were made to do.
6.Promise Not Forever
The purpose of a fighter is to die. Past the dressing up and the reasoning and the politics, the sole purpose of a fighter’s life is that they may loose it. For whatever reason they chose, whatever belief they follow, to give their life to their cause is their only concern. A fighter isn’t to live long.
Ikkaku knows this, knows one day his life will be thrown away and it will be done fighting and, in the end, he knows he can’t regret this choice because it was his and it was his dream.
So in the dark of night he never swears on forever or eternity or the timelessness of the stars. He tells her, a rain of kisses upon her shoulder and neck, that he can never love her for forever. But so long as he has a tomorrow, he’ll love her until then.
7.Paper Cranes
She had heard somewhere, long ago, that folding 1000 paper cranes would grant you your heart’s desire. One day long after she decided to fold a crane a day. As time progressed and her time decreased, she decided to fold a crane a week. And yet time continued to run from her and she would make one whenever she could remember and lost count so many times she could’ve been folding the 101st or the 1001st. Eventually a part of her forgot about the old myth and about the cranes and why she was folding them in the first place and locked the paper creatures into a small box.
Ikkaku, it seemed, had found his way into the box. He marveled at the precise and delicate folds and the varying sizes she had made- each one as perfect as the last. She showed him how to fold them and they spent the rest of the afternoon creating the paper birds.
Nemu watched him creasing a wing carefully, giving it the same focus he did caring for the edge of his sword and smiled to herself. It may not have been 1000 but she didn’t know what else it was her heart could possibly want.
Title: Ab Imo Pectore
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1305
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
In Response to:
ikkanemu’s themesSummary: A series of unconnected drabbles.
1.Followed Without Question
By the time the vice-captain meeting had finished it was raining. A heavy curtain of rain where each drop pounded into the next and clung stubbornly to whatever it fell onto.
Most of the other vice-captains hunched their shoulders and ran through the vague outline of the walkway. Others had sense enough to have checked the sky beforehand and brought umbrellas. The ones that didn’t fall under either category fought to share someone’s umbrella, upping each other with bribes in order to keep dry. Nemu stood at the entrance after everyone else left. She was needed back in her division but the thought of going out in such a harsh rain weighted her steps.
Something draped over her head and a voice at her ear told her, “Run.”
Hands were at her shoulders and suddenly she was running through the rain and someone was laughing behind her. When she mis-stepped, the grip tightened and she found herself almost tucked under their arm. Nemu felt the cold water splash up her calves and soak her tabi and rain was beginning to soak into her back and shoulders. Held as she was, Nemu focused only on the bare feet that egged her on and the voice cackling madly and warmly against her.
They didn’t stop until they were under the gates of the 12th division and Nemu’s makeshift cover was peeled away.
“Rain ain’t so bad now is it?” Ikkaku grinned broadly at her. Haori in hand, his white kimono was plastered and nearly translucent against him and though it was cold he didn’t seem to notice. “You better get dry. Don’t wanna get sick, do ya?” And as simple as that he trotted back into the rain, cursing and hooting as he went.
2.Possession
Ikkaku, not surprisingly, was possessive. If anyone made some sort of pass at Nemu, said or even looked at her ‘inappropriately’ (to which Ikkaku seemed to have an askew view of) he’d lay them out on the spot if someone didn’t stop him first. Nemu, for the most part, quickly became used to the fact.
It still surprised her sometimes when he’d sneak into her room as she worked and not say anything. Sometimes he’d sit against the wall and watch her, sometimes he’d sit next to her or back-to-back or sometimes, like today, he’d stretched out on the floor behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, napping in the lowering sun that basked over them.
It was always the last case especially that tended to surprise her. Not so much for the position as it was the fact that when Nemu would finish work… Ikkaku wouldn’t let go. And the more she’d try to wriggle from his grasp the tighter he held her until he started growling in his sleep. Counting herself caught until he woke up, Nemu would sit obediently at her table while he nuzzled against her hip and laugh softly.
3.Can’t Take Back What You’ve Taken Away
It was under great pressure from her father and fear of him getting hurt on her behalf that made Nemu approach Ikkaku say ‘I can’t love you’.
He gave her a strange look and, in confusion over his lack of response, Nemu said it again.
“No.”
She blinked. “No?”
“I ain’t takin’ it back.”
She was even more confused. “Take what back?”
Ikkaku scowled. “My friggin’ heart’s what. You took it. You can’t go decidin’ ya don’t want after you’ve been usin’ it up like that!”
“I…” Nemu’s head swum. “What?”
Slowly he closed in on her, a thick finger prodding just under her collarbone. “You got my heart.” Ikkaku said slowly, his breath ghosting across her neck. “So you better take good care of it.”
4.Gold Doesn’t Glitter
Being in the division which housed the Research and Development branch of the Gotei-13 Nemu was well educated in terms of chemistry, physiology and geology among other things. And the things that she didn’t understand she drew parallels from what she knew.
Such as aurum. Gold. A shiny, yellow metal found underground. Though taken to be a rather fashionable and expensive piece of jewelry, gold’s true value comes from its actual properties. It conducts heat and electricity, resists most chemical and corrosive reactions. It’s non-toxic and easily absorbed in the body with few ill effects, malleable to a point where a gram can be turned into a square meter.
But what makes gold truly valuable is how it becomes strengthened through alloying with other metals, broadening its use and abilities. Bright and easily identifiable, Nemu considered gold to be an intriguing element for the fact that one could spend years prodding and peeling and boring down to the core of it and quite possibly never be able to fully understand all of its uses and abilities.
And yet, as she’d pass by the 11th division’s 3rd seat in the halls, returning his grins with a nod of her head, Nemu would think it would be wonderful to try.
5.Intricate Braid
They lay entwined, limbs twisting and black webs spilled across her back and neck and wrapped around him. Five bars of dark rested across pale curves, shifting, gripping, binding them tighter. A slender arm rose over his back and shoulders and tucked his head into the pocket of her neck. They clicked, never still but never unbroken, pushing, pulsing, arching, locking together. They swirled together and they thrived, where they touched they merged and they drifted through each other like droplets.
They patterned each other; the dark and the light, the harsh and the soft, edges and curves, power and grace. They lay entwined, just as they were made to do.
6.Promise Not Forever
The purpose of a fighter is to die. Past the dressing up and the reasoning and the politics, the sole purpose of a fighter’s life is that they may loose it. For whatever reason they chose, whatever belief they follow, to give their life to their cause is their only concern. A fighter isn’t to live long.
Ikkaku knows this, knows one day his life will be thrown away and it will be done fighting and, in the end, he knows he can’t regret this choice because it was his and it was his dream.
So in the dark of night he never swears on forever or eternity or the timelessness of the stars. He tells her, a rain of kisses upon her shoulder and neck, that he can never love her for forever. But so long as he has a tomorrow, he’ll love her until then.
7.Paper Cranes
She had heard somewhere, long ago, that folding 1000 paper cranes would grant you your heart’s desire. One day long after she decided to fold a crane a day. As time progressed and her time decreased, she decided to fold a crane a week. And yet time continued to run from her and she would make one whenever she could remember and lost count so many times she could’ve been folding the 101st or the 1001st. Eventually a part of her forgot about the old myth and about the cranes and why she was folding them in the first place and locked the paper creatures into a small box.
Ikkaku, it seemed, had found his way into the box. He marveled at the precise and delicate folds and the varying sizes she had made- each one as perfect as the last. She showed him how to fold them and they spent the rest of the afternoon creating the paper birds.
Nemu watched him creasing a wing carefully, giving it the same focus he did caring for the edge of his sword and smiled to herself. It may not have been 1000 but she didn’t know what else it was her heart could possibly want.
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Date: 2005-11-17 06:06 am (UTC)1. was so cute!! them two running in the rain like that~
found a spelling error though... or what i think is a spelling error...
Nemu focused only on the bare feet
atthat egged her on2. even better!!! ikkaku does strike me as the possessive type, and he won't even let go of nemu even when he's sleeping?? nemu's so lucky... *sighs* this one's my favourite out of the seven!!
3. just screams awwwwwww!!!
4. haha... i like how you compared ikkaku to gold...
5. oooooooh the smut-iness!
6. T.T that's so sweet...
7. nemu's heart's desire = ikkaku!!!!
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Date: 2005-11-17 05:40 pm (UTC)2. I got the image in my head and it amused me more than 'squee' can communicated XD
3. He's such a honkin' dork XDD
4. Not what I'd personally compare him to, but it works^^
5. Vague smut, go me!
6.&7. I'm still a sap XD
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-17 05:42 pm (UTC)Actually they only had one scene in the manga/anime which was right after Ikkaku got beaten by Ichigo. It's... well, it's a stretch of the imagination from that one, tiny scene. I'm just glad I'm not the only one that saw it^^;;
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:51 am (UTC)Perhaps more coherency later. <3<3
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Date: 2005-11-17 09:16 pm (UTC)And I think you're partly to blame for my growing Ikkaku obsession. He was always a cool character in the manga but these stories are just adding fuel to the fire. Thanks! XD
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:07 am (UTC)I can't wait for next week EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 01:15 am (UTC)Ikkaku's a natural fucking pimp XD
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:17 am (UTC)Damnit why can't I draw men PROPERLY?! MUST SERVE IKKAKU JUSTICE IN HIS FUCKING SEXINESS!!!!no subject
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Date: 2005-11-18 01:08 am (UTC)And, being the inspirer of the masses that I am, how's about some o' the masses being inspired, eh? *hinthintnudgenudgesaynomore?*