Mizumachi watches the Devilbats trounce each other on the field. "They're not a football team," he sneers, "they're just seeing who can the most butts."
Hisagi sighs. "You were right. I should know better than to question you on something like that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have have argued, please forgive me."
Yumichika taps a slender finger against his chin. "Not quite right. Try it without the 'on something like that'."
Stifling a second sigh, Hisagi goes again. "You were right. I should know better than to question you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have argued, please forgive me."
"No, no. Something still doesn't seem right, but I can't think of what. One more time."
Hisagi wonders, not for the first time, how badly the other guys are laughing at him at this very moment.
Hisagi shifts uncomfortably in the captain's office of the 11th division. Zaraki had called him in here, even went so far as to tell Yachiru to go help Ikkaku exercise the troops but all he's been doing is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his mouth, going over some paperwork (in a detached way, Hisagi realizes he's actually surprised that the captain does paperwork).
"He likes flavored sake best."
Hisagi blinks. "I... I'm sorry?"
"And sweet drinks. Don't think that make 'im easy, though. He's a mean drunk. An' he likes his restaurant to have a good view of a garden or fish or some shit like that. He don't like seafood though, hates the smell of it so be sure not to-"
Zaraki pauses and glowers, pipe clicking between his teeth. "Write this down, dumbass, I ain't repeatin' this again."
"Yo! Hisagi!" If the shouting didn't send his splitting head off, the pounding on the back did. "How ya doin' today?"
"Shhhh." Hisagi says, and even that is a chore.
Ikkaku leans on him and grins. "Aw, what's the matter? Rough night?"
"Shhshhshh."
"It must've been!" Hisagi almost falls over as Ikkaku slaps his back again. "I've never seen anyone be forced to drink that many shots in a night before!"
"G'uh... 'kaku..."
"Maybe next time ya challenge me an' Iba an' Renji to Chandeliers you'll know better'n to call us weak-ass pussies before hand, huh?" Ikkaku gives him one last slap on the back that sends Hisagi stumbling into a wall before swaggering off happily. Hisagi has enough energy to give him the bird before sinking to the ground.
Hiruma is never someone where you need to ask 'Is he serious?' because he always is. If he says something, it's literal, even if it sounds impossible. Like, say, the Death March. Most people say 'Death March' you think, 'Oh, it's just going to be hard'. Hiruma says 'Death March' he means 'I'm gonna work your fucking asses until you drop dead at my feet. And even then your fucking corpses are going to get up and complete the trail'.
During the nights- the only times they get any sort of rest -Jyuumonji just collapses, not even bothering to pillow his head when he sleeps because his arms are just that fucking sore.
One night Sena comes over with some food Mamori's been passing out to the others. "Here, Jyuumonji-san." He passes it over and Jyuumonji can see his legs trembling. "You need to eat."
With much effort he takes the food and tells Sena, "Sit down."
"I... I can't."
"How come?"
Sena sort of chuckles. "Because if I try to, I'm going to fall over."
There's a pause. Then a sigh. And with the last bit of strength Jyuumonji can must up for the night he wraps his large hands around Sena's skinny-ass arms and eases him until he sits. "There. Sit."
"Th-Thank you, Jyuumonji-san." With a bright smile, Sena closes his eyes. Then falls over, asleep.
Jyuumonji blinks at the boy, then chuckles. "You push yourself too hard." He says fondly.
Mamori follows Hiruma into the clubhouse, nagging all the way about this, that and the other thing. Hiruma thinks she has far too much time on her hands if she worries about what he's doing so much. And her most favorite thing to complain about? The fuckin' shrimp.
"Honestly, Hiruma-kun! Why can't you just leave him alone? He's not even a player! He's just helping you!"
In the clubhouse Hiruma pauses. Then he turns and looks at Mamori with a serious expression that... well, she's not entirely certain she likes on him. That is, not when she's the one he's looking at like that because it feels like he's gauging her up. Not like when someone's a threat or when someone can be used but like... like...
"I got an idea, fuckin' manager." He says and when he grins it runs a shiver down Mamori's spine like it's never done before.
"Don't call me that." She says back and it's soft and not at all convincing.
"I'll leave the fuckin' shrimp alone provided," and here his grin spreads, "you find someone else I can bother."
I'm sure he could think of other ways to occupy her time XD
Sometimes Yumichika has to wonder how old his boys think they are. After all, they never clean up after themselves, they don't cook, they wear each others clothes...
And they're also too lazy to not only find the remote but to get up and change the channel by hand. "Tetsu." He says in that sweet and stern tone of his. "What are you doing?"
His housemates having gone off to work, it leaves Tetsu alone, on the couch, drooling and watching the tube in some semi-cognizant state. "TV."
The TV replies with a grating, "Pikachu! I chose you!"
Yumichika asks, "Aren't there other things you'd rather be doing?"
"Prob'ly."
"Then why don't you do them?"
He might've shrugged. "Ng."
With a shake of his head Yumichika thinks, I've got a lot of work to do...
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 06:54 am (UTC)oh man... um...
Shuumi- One More Time?
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:05 am (UTC)Hisagi sighs. "You were right. I should know better than to question you on something like that. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have have argued, please forgive me."
Yumichika taps a slender finger against his chin. "Not quite right. Try it without the 'on something like that'."
Stifling a second sigh, Hisagi goes again. "You were right. I should know better than to question you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have argued, please forgive me."
"No, no. Something still doesn't seem right, but I can't think of what. One more time."
Hisagi wonders, not for the first time, how badly the other guys are laughing at him at this very moment.
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:27 am (UTC)How about,
Kenpachi, Shuuhei- Don't make me
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:49 am (UTC)"He likes flavored sake best."
Hisagi blinks. "I... I'm sorry?"
"And sweet drinks. Don't think that make 'im easy, though. He's a mean drunk. An' he likes his restaurant to have a good view of a garden or fish or some shit like that. He don't like seafood though, hates the smell of it so be sure not to-"
Zaraki pauses and glowers, pipe clicking between his teeth. "Write this down, dumbass, I ain't repeatin' this again."
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:01 am (UTC)DORK. ♥
LOL in following the trend:
Ikkaku, Shuuhei- Tone it down
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:22 am (UTC)"Shhhh." Hisagi says, and even that is a chore.
Ikkaku leans on him and grins. "Aw, what's the matter? Rough night?"
"Shhshhshh."
"It must've been!" Hisagi almost falls over as Ikkaku slaps his back again. "I've never seen anyone be forced to drink that many shots in a night before!"
"G'uh... 'kaku..."
"Maybe next time ya challenge me an' Iba an' Renji to Chandeliers you'll know better'n to call us weak-ass pussies before hand, huh?" Ikkaku gives him one last slap on the back that sends Hisagi stumbling into a wall before swaggering off happily. Hisagi has enough energy to give him the bird before sinking to the ground.
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:26 am (UTC)Clearly Hisagi's thug-fu is not as strong as the others' XD
♥
ES21- Jyuumonji, Sena: Toughing it out
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Date: 2007-01-12 09:10 am (UTC)Hiruma is never someone where you need to ask 'Is he serious?' because he always is. If he says something, it's literal, even if it sounds impossible. Like, say, the Death March. Most people say 'Death March' you think, 'Oh, it's just going to be hard'. Hiruma says 'Death March' he means 'I'm gonna work your fucking asses until you drop dead at my feet. And even then your fucking corpses are going to get up and complete the trail'.
During the nights- the only times they get any sort of rest -Jyuumonji just collapses, not even bothering to pillow his head when he sleeps because his arms are just that fucking sore.
One night Sena comes over with some food Mamori's been passing out to the others. "Here, Jyuumonji-san." He passes it over and Jyuumonji can see his legs trembling. "You need to eat."
With much effort he takes the food and tells Sena, "Sit down."
"I... I can't."
"How come?"
Sena sort of chuckles. "Because if I try to, I'm going to fall over."
There's a pause. Then a sigh. And with the last bit of strength Jyuumonji can must up for the night he wraps his large hands around Sena's skinny-ass arms and eases him until he sits. "There. Sit."
"Th-Thank you, Jyuumonji-san." With a bright smile, Sena closes his eyes. Then falls over, asleep.
Jyuumonji blinks at the boy, then chuckles. "You push yourself too hard." He says fondly.
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Date: 2007-01-12 10:04 am (UTC)Jyuumonji is thug love max. XD
How about...
HiruxMamo- Leave him alone
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Date: 2007-01-13 12:42 am (UTC)"Honestly, Hiruma-kun! Why can't you just leave him alone? He's not even a player! He's just helping you!"
In the clubhouse Hiruma pauses. Then he turns and looks at Mamori with a serious expression that... well, she's not entirely certain she likes on him. That is, not when she's the one he's looking at like that because it feels like he's gauging her up. Not like when someone's a threat or when someone can be used but like... like...
"I got an idea, fuckin' manager." He says and when he grins it runs a shiver down Mamori's spine like it's never done before.
"Don't call me that." She says back and it's soft and not at all convincing.
"I'll leave the fuckin' shrimp alone provided," and here his grin spreads, "you find someone else I can bother."
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Date: 2007-01-13 01:23 am (UTC)Thanks much, my lovely!
And! Now that i'm sort of caught up stalking:
MS!IbaxYumi- I chose you
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Date: 2007-01-13 01:56 am (UTC)Sometimes Yumichika has to wonder how old his boys think they are. After all, they never clean up after themselves, they don't cook, they wear each others clothes...
And they're also too lazy to not only find the remote but to get up and change the channel by hand. "Tetsu." He says in that sweet and stern tone of his. "What are you doing?"
His housemates having gone off to work, it leaves Tetsu alone, on the couch, drooling and watching the tube in some semi-cognizant state. "TV."
The TV replies with a grating, "Pikachu! I chose you!"
Yumichika asks, "Aren't there other things you'd rather be doing?"
"Prob'ly."
"Then why don't you do them?"
He might've shrugged. "Ng."
With a shake of his head Yumichika thinks, I've got a lot of work to do...