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ajremixTitle: The New Life
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Characters: Ikkaku, Yumichika
Summary: Spoilers for chapter… uh, 200 something. Or Ikkaku backstory, your choice. The new life starts here.
“In respect to the mortal realm those of the Soul Society views the passage of time very differently. This is believed to be because of the essential agelessness of members in the Soul Society. While mortals tend to believe the passage of years and the anniversary of their births to be a significant event. Those in the Soul Society, however, rarely pay attention to age and most do not acknowledge an anniversary of their entrance into the Soul Society.
Those that do claim an anniversary date do so to commemorate a day they feel their lives had changed, either by an event or meeting someone who becomes important to them. While the mortals call this day their ‘birthday’, those in the Soul Society consider it their ‘second birth’, a second chance at life.”
-excerpt from the psychological archives in the 4th division
~*~*~*~
“Ow- fuck dammit!”
“Sit still, you big bald baby. It’s not that bad.”
“My fuckin’ ass- ow!”
Yumichika rolled his eyes but kept the pressure on the bandage as he continued to wrap the wound. “Yes, yes. It’s terrible and painful and oh my God, you might as well be dead for all the pain.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if ya knew a damned thing ‘bout medicine ya fruity bastard!” Ikkaku shot back. Yumichika pulled the wrap tighter. “Ah!”
With a sigh the dark haired man loosened the bandage slightly. “You’re such an idiot. Sometimes I don’t understand you at all.”
“Trust me, I feel the same way.”
“Aren’t you going to follow him?”
Ikkaku blinked at Yumichika. “What? Zaraki? No way.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “No?”
“Hell no. Not like this.” He said, indicating to his other arm, still bloodied and unbound. “I ain’t gonna follow that guy around as weak as I am now.”
“So then, when you get strong enough, you’re going to find him and fight him again?”
With the bandage tied off on his arm, Ikkaku brings it up, flexing against the bind. “Naw. I’m gonna get strong enough so when I follow him, I ain’t gonna hold ‘im back.” He grinned sadistically. “No way in hell I’m gonna hold ‘im back. I swear it.”
A little awed at the sudden change in his traveling companion, Yumichika can’t help but to say, “If that’s the case, I suppose I’ll have to strengthen myself as well.” He smiled secretly and took Ikkaku’s other arm. “If I’m sticking with you, I can’t hold either of you back, now can I?”
“Damn straight.” A pause and then, “What’s the date today?”
“November 9th.”
“Yeah?” Ikkaku mulled the date in his head. “Sounds like a good enough date.”
“Oh?” Yumichika asked, though he already knew the answer.
“This is gonna be the day of my second birth.”
He couldn’t help himself. “Your second birth is going to be the day you were beaten within an inch of your life. That’s strangely poetic for you.”
“Dammit, Yumichika. Do you get off rainin’ on my fuckin’ parade?”
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Characters: Ikkaku, Yumichika
Summary: Spoilers for chapter… uh, 200 something. Or Ikkaku backstory, your choice. The new life starts here.
“In respect to the mortal realm those of the Soul Society views the passage of time very differently. This is believed to be because of the essential agelessness of members in the Soul Society. While mortals tend to believe the passage of years and the anniversary of their births to be a significant event. Those in the Soul Society, however, rarely pay attention to age and most do not acknowledge an anniversary of their entrance into the Soul Society.
Those that do claim an anniversary date do so to commemorate a day they feel their lives had changed, either by an event or meeting someone who becomes important to them. While the mortals call this day their ‘birthday’, those in the Soul Society consider it their ‘second birth’, a second chance at life.”
-excerpt from the psychological archives in the 4th division
~*~*~*~
“Ow- fuck dammit!”
“Sit still, you big bald baby. It’s not that bad.”
“My fuckin’ ass- ow!”
Yumichika rolled his eyes but kept the pressure on the bandage as he continued to wrap the wound. “Yes, yes. It’s terrible and painful and oh my God, you might as well be dead for all the pain.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad if ya knew a damned thing ‘bout medicine ya fruity bastard!” Ikkaku shot back. Yumichika pulled the wrap tighter. “Ah!”
With a sigh the dark haired man loosened the bandage slightly. “You’re such an idiot. Sometimes I don’t understand you at all.”
“Trust me, I feel the same way.”
“Aren’t you going to follow him?”
Ikkaku blinked at Yumichika. “What? Zaraki? No way.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “No?”
“Hell no. Not like this.” He said, indicating to his other arm, still bloodied and unbound. “I ain’t gonna follow that guy around as weak as I am now.”
“So then, when you get strong enough, you’re going to find him and fight him again?”
With the bandage tied off on his arm, Ikkaku brings it up, flexing against the bind. “Naw. I’m gonna get strong enough so when I follow him, I ain’t gonna hold ‘im back.” He grinned sadistically. “No way in hell I’m gonna hold ‘im back. I swear it.”
A little awed at the sudden change in his traveling companion, Yumichika can’t help but to say, “If that’s the case, I suppose I’ll have to strengthen myself as well.” He smiled secretly and took Ikkaku’s other arm. “If I’m sticking with you, I can’t hold either of you back, now can I?”
“Damn straight.” A pause and then, “What’s the date today?”
“November 9th.”
“Yeah?” Ikkaku mulled the date in his head. “Sounds like a good enough date.”
“Oh?” Yumichika asked, though he already knew the answer.
“This is gonna be the day of my second birth.”
He couldn’t help himself. “Your second birth is going to be the day you were beaten within an inch of your life. That’s strangely poetic for you.”
“Dammit, Yumichika. Do you get off rainin’ on my fuckin’ parade?”
