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ajremixTitle: Audentis Fortuna Iuvat
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1064
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
In Response to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles take two.
1.Logic Out the Window
If Kurotsuchi found out, he was dead.
Well he’d probably kill ‘em both but Ikkaku was definitely a goner.
Which, really, an intelligent person would wonder why he was doing something like this.
But it wasn’t like he thought much about it. It or anything, really. ‘Cuz even if he DID try to think about it the only thing he’d really remember is the last time she dragged him into some alley and suddenly there’d be another tongue in his mouth and a hard wall at his back and someone hot and needy and flustered pressin’ ‘im into it and hands were inside his uniform and scratchin’ at his scars and stomach ‘til he started buckin’. And the next thing he’d know is he’s got a hand up her skirt and they’re tryin’ to be quiet but damn if he didn’t wanna milk out every bit of mewlin’ and whimperin’ and she tasted so cool and sweet and smooth and- fuck him –she’s over there tryin’ to milk the same goddamn thing from ‘im and he really shouldn’t be doin’ this ‘cuz he was gonna get fuckin’ killed by her psycho dad or by her ‘cuz she drains him every damned time or maybe by Yumi fer keepin’ somethin’ like this from ‘im or-
FUCK.
Fuck… Shit, fuck…
She’d kiss him again and readjust both their uniforms and he doesn’t know how she chose him over everyone else or WHY for that matter but…
Oh yeah. Shit but she looks so damn good in that uniform with all that leg showin’ an’ how nicely it fit over her ass an’-
Fuck, he didn’t know why either of them were doin’ this but like hell he was gonna fuck it up.
2. The Little Things
It was the little things that made the difference, really. Madarame-san would always have some sort of greeting whenever they passed each other. Or that when both Zaraki-taichou and Ayasegawa would leave Kusajishi-fukutaichou under his care, Madarame-san would sneak over and ask for her help while looking flustered and a little harried because he didn’t know how to take care of little girls. Or, when there was a lull in interesting discussion during the vice-captain meetings, he would pass her little notes to keep himself awake.
It was always the little things about him that made Nemu notice. The little things that showed how open and honest and warm he was. Gentle and attentive under all the bluster and cursing and violent tendencies.
Because there was no one else that would try to make her laugh with the father she had. Or give her left over cake from Zaraki-taichou’s birthday because the vice-captain was going on a sugar high. Or even taking her by the hand and on to a rooftop to watch the fireworks go off, a couple warm bottles of sake among him and his friends. And she was there with them and he was there with her. And even the little things like forgetting to let her hand go made all the difference in the world.
3. New Memories
One of Nemu’s earliest and most proficient memories were hands. Hands that gripped and tore and cut and hurt. They beat and they stung and they shoved her roughly about. She would’ve felt hurt at this treatment if she knew it wasn’t suppose to.
It took a lot of time and effort on Ikkaku’s part because of those memories. She tried so hard to endure it, to keep from drowning in hurt whenever he’d reach for her. But Ikkaku always seemed to know when she was succumbing despite how she tried not to turn from him, or tried to keep from shuddering.
It took so much time and endurance on them both but then for the first time she could be touched and held without fear of being hurt. And when she’d gasp- from the shock of pleasure –and he’d apologize and when she started to cry and he started to pull away, words fumbling off his lips-
“Don’t.” Tears fell from her lashes when she blinked. And where Ikkaku pulled away, her hands brought him back and pressed them together to overlay the old, painful memories with these. With the pleasure and the happiness and the fullness only he could give her. “Don’t ever be sorry for everything you’ve done for me.”
4.The Wrong Lesson
“I thought,” she wriggled against his hands when they tickled against her thighs, “Mayuri-sama had talked to you.”
“Yeah. Sumthin’ like that.” He replied through a torrent of kisses going down her neck and collar and the opening of her haori.
“Aren’t you supposed to, ngh, stop this?”
“Nah.” He pressed into the circle of her legs, fumbling at his belt.
“But he said-“
“Only thing I got from it- fuck, hmph… -we just gotta be bit… bit more discreet-like.”
Her legs tightened around him, hands gripping painfully at his shoulders. “If he finds out he’ll- he’ll- mmmm…”
He smirked around her lips. “I think yer doin’ too much thinkin’ right now…”
5.Barbie Doll(I blame this on my coworkers. I’m sorry)
Most of the time Nemu rather enjoyed the Female Shinigami meeting. It was one of the few things Mayuri-sama let her do that was completely out of his realm of influence. This meeting, however, she wished he put up some sort of fight.
“Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou,” Soi Fong-taichou said, somehow roped as the spokeswoman for this particular discussion, “it has come to our attention that you’ve been somewhat… involved with a fellow officer. Is this true?”
Despite the flush, Nemu remained unruffled at this confrontation. “It is.”
“We are told that you are rather DEEPLY involved with this officer. Is this also true?”
“It is.”
“How deeply?”
“I… would rather not say.”
“Baldie always looks happy whenever he gets back from a fight.” Yachiru said thoughtfully, kicking her feet, sitting on a chair about five years too high for her. “But I ain’t ever seen ‘im so happy, or having such weird bruises on his neck an’ stuff.”
Nemu’s burning face was the only reply the other women needed. “Nemu,” Nanao said, putting a hand on Nemu’s shoulder, “we’re doing this for you own good. If someone like, say, your father found out about this, think of what could happen. We want to help you, but to do so we need your full cooperation. Okay?”
Slowly she nodded.
“Good, now.” Nanao whipped out a naked doll. “Show us where he touched you.”
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1064
Characters: Ikkaku, Nemu
In Response to:
ikkanemu’s themesSummary: A series of unconnected drabbles take two.
1.Logic Out the Window
If Kurotsuchi found out, he was dead.
Well he’d probably kill ‘em both but Ikkaku was definitely a goner.
Which, really, an intelligent person would wonder why he was doing something like this.
But it wasn’t like he thought much about it. It or anything, really. ‘Cuz even if he DID try to think about it the only thing he’d really remember is the last time she dragged him into some alley and suddenly there’d be another tongue in his mouth and a hard wall at his back and someone hot and needy and flustered pressin’ ‘im into it and hands were inside his uniform and scratchin’ at his scars and stomach ‘til he started buckin’. And the next thing he’d know is he’s got a hand up her skirt and they’re tryin’ to be quiet but damn if he didn’t wanna milk out every bit of mewlin’ and whimperin’ and she tasted so cool and sweet and smooth and- fuck him –she’s over there tryin’ to milk the same goddamn thing from ‘im and he really shouldn’t be doin’ this ‘cuz he was gonna get fuckin’ killed by her psycho dad or by her ‘cuz she drains him every damned time or maybe by Yumi fer keepin’ somethin’ like this from ‘im or-
FUCK.
Fuck… Shit, fuck…
She’d kiss him again and readjust both their uniforms and he doesn’t know how she chose him over everyone else or WHY for that matter but…
Oh yeah. Shit but she looks so damn good in that uniform with all that leg showin’ an’ how nicely it fit over her ass an’-
Fuck, he didn’t know why either of them were doin’ this but like hell he was gonna fuck it up.
2. The Little Things
It was the little things that made the difference, really. Madarame-san would always have some sort of greeting whenever they passed each other. Or that when both Zaraki-taichou and Ayasegawa would leave Kusajishi-fukutaichou under his care, Madarame-san would sneak over and ask for her help while looking flustered and a little harried because he didn’t know how to take care of little girls. Or, when there was a lull in interesting discussion during the vice-captain meetings, he would pass her little notes to keep himself awake.
It was always the little things about him that made Nemu notice. The little things that showed how open and honest and warm he was. Gentle and attentive under all the bluster and cursing and violent tendencies.
Because there was no one else that would try to make her laugh with the father she had. Or give her left over cake from Zaraki-taichou’s birthday because the vice-captain was going on a sugar high. Or even taking her by the hand and on to a rooftop to watch the fireworks go off, a couple warm bottles of sake among him and his friends. And she was there with them and he was there with her. And even the little things like forgetting to let her hand go made all the difference in the world.
3. New Memories
One of Nemu’s earliest and most proficient memories were hands. Hands that gripped and tore and cut and hurt. They beat and they stung and they shoved her roughly about. She would’ve felt hurt at this treatment if she knew it wasn’t suppose to.
It took a lot of time and effort on Ikkaku’s part because of those memories. She tried so hard to endure it, to keep from drowning in hurt whenever he’d reach for her. But Ikkaku always seemed to know when she was succumbing despite how she tried not to turn from him, or tried to keep from shuddering.
It took so much time and endurance on them both but then for the first time she could be touched and held without fear of being hurt. And when she’d gasp- from the shock of pleasure –and he’d apologize and when she started to cry and he started to pull away, words fumbling off his lips-
“Don’t.” Tears fell from her lashes when she blinked. And where Ikkaku pulled away, her hands brought him back and pressed them together to overlay the old, painful memories with these. With the pleasure and the happiness and the fullness only he could give her. “Don’t ever be sorry for everything you’ve done for me.”
4.The Wrong Lesson
“I thought,” she wriggled against his hands when they tickled against her thighs, “Mayuri-sama had talked to you.”
“Yeah. Sumthin’ like that.” He replied through a torrent of kisses going down her neck and collar and the opening of her haori.
“Aren’t you supposed to, ngh, stop this?”
“Nah.” He pressed into the circle of her legs, fumbling at his belt.
“But he said-“
“Only thing I got from it- fuck, hmph… -we just gotta be bit… bit more discreet-like.”
Her legs tightened around him, hands gripping painfully at his shoulders. “If he finds out he’ll- he’ll- mmmm…”
He smirked around her lips. “I think yer doin’ too much thinkin’ right now…”
5.Barbie Doll(I blame this on my coworkers. I’m sorry)
Most of the time Nemu rather enjoyed the Female Shinigami meeting. It was one of the few things Mayuri-sama let her do that was completely out of his realm of influence. This meeting, however, she wished he put up some sort of fight.
“Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou,” Soi Fong-taichou said, somehow roped as the spokeswoman for this particular discussion, “it has come to our attention that you’ve been somewhat… involved with a fellow officer. Is this true?”
Despite the flush, Nemu remained unruffled at this confrontation. “It is.”
“We are told that you are rather DEEPLY involved with this officer. Is this also true?”
“It is.”
“How deeply?”
“I… would rather not say.”
“Baldie always looks happy whenever he gets back from a fight.” Yachiru said thoughtfully, kicking her feet, sitting on a chair about five years too high for her. “But I ain’t ever seen ‘im so happy, or having such weird bruises on his neck an’ stuff.”
Nemu’s burning face was the only reply the other women needed. “Nemu,” Nanao said, putting a hand on Nemu’s shoulder, “we’re doing this for you own good. If someone like, say, your father found out about this, think of what could happen. We want to help you, but to do so we need your full cooperation. Okay?”
Slowly she nodded.
“Good, now.” Nanao whipped out a naked doll. “Show us where he touched you.”
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:29 am (UTC)And the first one? *fans self* Gah. Damn hot.
*scurries off to look at that list again*
Minor grammar:
#1: "‘cuz" - start of a new sentence, "'Cuz";
"didn’t wanna milk out ever bit" - "every bit"
#5: "told that you rather" - "told that you are rather";
"you’re father" - should be "your"
"we need you’re full" - should be "your"
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Date: 2005-11-21 06:33 am (UTC)And the last one was all my friend's fault. I'll never look at a Barbie Doll the same again because of him XD
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Date: 2005-11-21 07:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-21 04:13 pm (UTC)Dude, I'll do pr0n if you do. Or I may just anyway. Not like I've got twenty other things I gotta do first anyway. XP
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Date: 2005-11-22 03:36 am (UTC)*now just has to figure out how to get Ikkaku and Nemu to do the happy humping*
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Date: 2005-11-22 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 12:59 pm (UTC)..that hanatarou icon, LOL
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Date: 2005-11-22 01:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-21 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-21 08:04 am (UTC)I really like the first one though, since it shows a different side to Nemu (she always being this passive and quiet...).. and smut! ;)
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Date: 2005-11-21 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 01:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-21 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 12:42 am (UTC)I burst out into a fit of giggles at the last line in the last story...how great it is to scare an entire computer lab of college students at work!
I look forward to your next set of stories!!
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Date: 2005-11-22 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-22 02:59 am (UTC)These are sooo cute! ^__________^
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Date: 2005-11-22 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-01 03:28 am (UTC)1. loved that one!! almost really steamy there too! haha~
2. ikkaku asking nemu for advice on taking care of little girls? *cue the awwww*
passing notes around?? *squeal*
giving her leftover cake? *how sweet*
taking her to the rooftop to watch fireworks?? *the most romantic thing ever*
Best of all? And even the little things like forgetting to let her hand go made all the difference in the world.
3. *sniffs* that was really nice...
4. LOL!! i liked that one!
5. this has got to be the funniest of all!! i really can't imagine how Soi Fong got roped into being the spokeswoman, but considering how she's very outspoken and all, its understandable.
“Good, now.” Nanao whipped out a naked doll. “Show us where he touched you.”
*spits out my water*
that was the most hilarious thing ever i could think nanao would do!! XD poor poor nemu... only goes to show how conniving women can be when it comes to sex. XD