Mine [Bleach, Kazeshini, Shuuhei, PG]
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Contains spoilers for manga chapters 384-387.
Prompt: March 18, Bleach, Kazeshini/Shuuhei: possessiveness – he will kill each and every one of them for what they have done to his wielder.
Word count: 663
A/N: My apologies for the lateness of this post, and for barely touching on the prompt given. Completely unintentionally, this turned into Kazeshini’s take on the same events of Epiphany, found here: http://ann89103.livejournal.com/112963.html#cutid1
***
They all think they know you: calm Hisagi, dependable Hisagi, serious, decent, trustworthy Hisagi. To be fair, all of this is true, but no-one looks deeper for the primal, instinctual side of you, the parts even you try to deny, then disregard when the effort fails.
I will not be ignored. Your intellect gets in the way of common sense as you try to distance yourself from anger, fear and passion. The very elements that make you strong are the ones you reject until you find yourself in a desperate situation. Only then do you release me, and let my furious, razor-sharp blasts of wind howl wrath and deliver death upon your enemies. No more, Shuuhei.
Your mentors and comrades have all been failures, in one way or another: I will kill each and every one of them for what they have done to you. Your former captain - that self-righteous, lying bastard that just stabbed us and kicked us off a building, the one that deliberately fostered mistrust and fear between us for years - will be the first to die at our hands. Much as I look forward to slicing through his now-monstrous, misshapen head, our scythe cutting away the rot and hollowness of his soul, my greatest satisfaction will come from the faint, echoing sense of approval that you cannot hide from me.
You wield me as a weapon, and so I am yours: but the day you learned my name, you became mine. We fight often within your mindscape, a barren desert alternately battered by hot, arid currents and cold, biting winds. These battles always end with you in control - that stubborn determination of yours is something I thrill to, much as it infuriates me, and your cool intelligence is often more than a match for my feral cunning - and I can even admit that this is for the best. But I always make you work for it, Shuuhei: I always push you past your limits. You fear your own strength; you fear your own soul. You are passionate with me in a way you cannot allow yourself to be anywhere else, and I revel in the flavors of your fury and anguish even more than that of the rich, cloying blood from our defeated enemies.
You always do your best to fight without me, but once I am released you hold my scythes is a firm, possessive grip. You say you don’t like the shape of my release, despise my eagerness for battle and death, yet you wield me with expert precision, inflicting maximum damage on our foes with minimum effort. You cast me out only to reel me back in each time, the chains on our weapon binding our souls just as much as they link the blades.
You are exhausted, suffering from injuries that would have felled a lesser shinigami by now, but your fierce sense of duty and justice compel you to rejoin the fight. For us to have any hope of surviving this war, your precious Seireitei kept secure and whole, we will have to work together as never before. I can sense your uneasiness, taste the bile rising in your throat even as you quell your fears with ruthless determination and unyielding courage.
This is why I admire you, long for your approval even as I berate you time and again. It is because you choose to do what needs to be done - no matter how distasteful the task, no consideration given to the damage inflicted on your proud, yet sensitive soul - to protect those you consider important.
You are the only one of importance, Shuuhei: you belong to me. That is why, when you call for me the way I‘ve wanted, needed you to for decades - commanding, resolute, accepting, with no lingering traces of the fear you once prized - I respond without delay. I wrap myself around you much like the winds we command swirl relentlessly around the damaged buildings on this battlefield, and our reiatsu grows stronger and brighter. This is perfect: we are one.
Author/Artist:
ann89103Rating: PG
Warnings: None. Contains spoilers for manga chapters 384-387.
Prompt: March 18, Bleach, Kazeshini/Shuuhei: possessiveness – he will kill each and every one of them for what they have done to his wielder.
Word count: 663
A/N: My apologies for the lateness of this post, and for barely touching on the prompt given. Completely unintentionally, this turned into Kazeshini’s take on the same events of Epiphany, found here: http://ann89103.livejournal.com/112963.html#cutid1
***
They all think they know you: calm Hisagi, dependable Hisagi, serious, decent, trustworthy Hisagi. To be fair, all of this is true, but no-one looks deeper for the primal, instinctual side of you, the parts even you try to deny, then disregard when the effort fails.
I will not be ignored. Your intellect gets in the way of common sense as you try to distance yourself from anger, fear and passion. The very elements that make you strong are the ones you reject until you find yourself in a desperate situation. Only then do you release me, and let my furious, razor-sharp blasts of wind howl wrath and deliver death upon your enemies. No more, Shuuhei.
Your mentors and comrades have all been failures, in one way or another: I will kill each and every one of them for what they have done to you. Your former captain - that self-righteous, lying bastard that just stabbed us and kicked us off a building, the one that deliberately fostered mistrust and fear between us for years - will be the first to die at our hands. Much as I look forward to slicing through his now-monstrous, misshapen head, our scythe cutting away the rot and hollowness of his soul, my greatest satisfaction will come from the faint, echoing sense of approval that you cannot hide from me.
You wield me as a weapon, and so I am yours: but the day you learned my name, you became mine. We fight often within your mindscape, a barren desert alternately battered by hot, arid currents and cold, biting winds. These battles always end with you in control - that stubborn determination of yours is something I thrill to, much as it infuriates me, and your cool intelligence is often more than a match for my feral cunning - and I can even admit that this is for the best. But I always make you work for it, Shuuhei: I always push you past your limits. You fear your own strength; you fear your own soul. You are passionate with me in a way you cannot allow yourself to be anywhere else, and I revel in the flavors of your fury and anguish even more than that of the rich, cloying blood from our defeated enemies.
You always do your best to fight without me, but once I am released you hold my scythes is a firm, possessive grip. You say you don’t like the shape of my release, despise my eagerness for battle and death, yet you wield me with expert precision, inflicting maximum damage on our foes with minimum effort. You cast me out only to reel me back in each time, the chains on our weapon binding our souls just as much as they link the blades.
You are exhausted, suffering from injuries that would have felled a lesser shinigami by now, but your fierce sense of duty and justice compel you to rejoin the fight. For us to have any hope of surviving this war, your precious Seireitei kept secure and whole, we will have to work together as never before. I can sense your uneasiness, taste the bile rising in your throat even as you quell your fears with ruthless determination and unyielding courage.
This is why I admire you, long for your approval even as I berate you time and again. It is because you choose to do what needs to be done - no matter how distasteful the task, no consideration given to the damage inflicted on your proud, yet sensitive soul - to protect those you consider important.
You are the only one of importance, Shuuhei: you belong to me. That is why, when you call for me the way I‘ve wanted, needed you to for decades - commanding, resolute, accepting, with no lingering traces of the fear you once prized - I respond without delay. I wrap myself around you much like the winds we command swirl relentlessly around the damaged buildings on this battlefield, and our reiatsu grows stronger and brighter. This is perfect: we are one.
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