"Trust in Me", [BLEACH, Tousen/Hisagi, R]
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kinkfestTitle: Trust in Me
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Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Word count: ~1600
Summary: Bleach, Tousen/Hisagi: blindfolds - "my faith is absolute"
“Close your eyes,” Tousen instructed Hisagi gently.
“Taichou?” Hisagi asked as Tousen tied a blindfold securely across the vice-captain’s eyes. The heavy cloth felt cool against Hisagi’s closed eyelids, while his captain’s reiastu felt warm across his back.
“Trust me,” Tousen answered, and stepped away.
Hisagi nodded and rolled his shoulders in anticipation, shaking off the lingering effects of sleep. Tousen had woken his vice-captain in the middle of the night for an unexpected training session. Unquestioningly, Hisagi had followed his captain, allowing Tousen to calmly take his hand and use shunpo to whisk them off to a remote location somewhere in the outskirts of Soul Society.
The pitch-black darkness gave Hisagi no clue as to where he was. The trip via shunpo had been just a blur in the night. Using shunpo required the user to see exactly where he was going, but Tousen obviously relied on muscle memory instead of sight, and so had guided them safely to their present location.
Tousen’s voice broke the empty silence. “Tell me, what do you see?” he asked, his words calm and reassuring.
Hisagi kept his eyes closed underneath the heavy blindfold. His eyes searched for a flicker of light or the movement of a shadow, but he could only discern darkness. “Nothing, Taichou,” he answered.
“What do you smell?” Tousen asked. His voice rang out, but his position was difficult to locate.
The vice-captain breathed in deeply, trying to detect any scent in the air. No smell of grass, animals, or of any soul. “Nothing, Taichou,” he said.
“What do you taste?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi opened his mouth slightly to taste the air. Again, it gave him no clue as to where he was. “Nothing, Taichou,” he said.
“Now,” Tousen said, his voice growing quieter, “What do you hear?”
Hisagi strained his ears in the silence, trying to detect perhaps another voice, or a whisper of wind, or a drip of water. He slowly turned in a full circle, trying to hear something. “Nothing, Taichou,” Hisagi reluctantly admitted.
“And what do you feel?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi lifted his face upward, but felt no breeze stirring the air. He stretched out his arms in all directions, but his fingertips only touched empty space. “Nothing, Taichou,” Hisagi finally said.
“Good,” Tousen said, his voice dropping even lower. “Now, come and find me.” Hisagi heard the slightest zip in the air as Tousen used shunpo to leave, and a split second later felt the accompanying spiritual vacuum left in his captain’s wake.
Hisagi took a deep, slow breath, trying to calm himself. He touched the scars on the side of his face briefly, reminded of one of the first times he had been left on his own to fend for himself. There hadn’t been any Hollows brave enough enter Soul Society for many years, but Hisagi knew that sometimes they broke through from Hueco Mundo, especially in the rougher areas of Rukongai. Hisagi could be anywhere. He ignored the feelings of panic welling in his stomach and instead tried to reassess his situation like Tousen had taught him.
The blindfold still in place, Hisagi knew that he had to rely on his other senses, as limited as they were, in this foreign place. The vice-captain crouched down on the ground, his fingers finding dry soil. Taking a handful, Hisagi crumbled it in his fingers, inhaling the scent. The soil sent off a musty smell, laced with something acrid and bitter. Old blood, he realized, automatically reaching for his zanpakutou.
His apprehension growing, Hisagi got slowly to his feet. His hand gripped the hilt of his zanpakutou tightly, its familiar weight a comfort. Touching it, Hisagi recalled something Tousen had said to him once.
“Zanpakutou harbour an intense desire to do battle with each other. They seek each other out with this desire. But, zanpakutou are also extensions of the wielder’s soul. I carry this zanpakutou in memory of a person I do not wish to forget. It is an extension of both her soul and mine. For her, I will raise it not in battle, but in protection.”
“Taichou,” Hisagi murmured to himself, “Where are you?” He knew he was being tested, and Tousen's faith in him gave him confidence. Much of the student doing his best to please his teachers from Hisagi's shinigami academy days remained in him. He was determined not to fail. Tousen would, of course, want his vice-captain to locate his position quickly, quietly, and without bloodshed.
Hisagi considered his options. Using shunpo blindfolded in a strange area wouldn’t work; one had to know where he was going before using this technique, lest he end up crashing into buildings or rocks. Unsheathing his zanpakutou in order to release its hunger for battle wouldn’t work; Tousen’s zanpakutou was guaranteed to be sheathed, and the captain would not likely approve of Hisagi arriving at his location with his sword brandished.
Hisagi knew of only one way he could accomplish this. He sat down carefully on the ground, making sure he was comfortable. It would be difficult to track his captain via reiatsu, as he knew that Tousen was extremely adept at masking and suppressing his spiritual energy, but he was determined to try.
Closing his eyes, Hisagi began his meditation. He took deep, even breaths, inhaling and exhaling to counts of ten. He quickly slipped into a meditative state, something he practiced every day with his captain. But this time, instead of the warm, familiar presence of Tousen beside him, Hisagi had to conjure up exactly what his captain’s reiatsu felt like in order to track him.
In his mind’s eye, Hisagi recalled countless battles against his captain, their zanpakutou flashing in the pre-dawn light. He remembered the wisps of fragrant steam rising from the tea he shared with his captain after a hard day’s work in the Ninth Division. He remembered the quiet laughter and pleasant conversation during the meals that they shared together. He remembered his captain’s strong, deep voice and his words of honour and justice. Mostly, though, he remembered what it felt like to be by his captain's side, knowing that he and he alone belonged there.
There, at the very edge of Hisagi’s consciousness, was the familiar tingle of his captain’s reiatsu.
Opening his eyes, Hisagi got to his feet. Feeling calm and collected after his meditation, he could still feel the barest hint of Tousen’s reiatsu. With the blindfold still in place, he unhooked his sheathed zanpakutou from his belt and held it out in front of him as a makeshift walking stick. Slowly, he began to walk toward his captain.
The land was flat, still carrying the scent of soil, but Hisagi didn’t encounter any rocks, trees, or structures barring his way. Steadily, step by step, Tousen’s reiatsu grew stronger.
Finally, when his captain’s reiatsu was as bright in his mind as the sun, just like it always was when Hisagi was beside him, the vice-captain stopped walking and slid easily into his place beside his captain. “Taichou,” he said in greeting.
“Welcome,” Tousen said. Hisagi felt his captain’s cool fingers peel off his blindfold. The vice-captain blinked in the gray light, his eyes sensitive after being in the dark for so long. The land in front of him was vast, and utterly empty. It was as flat as a field, but nothing grew in it. “Where are we?” he asked.
Tousen smiled. “This is my old training ground, where I used to practice in my academy days. As you can see,” he said, nodding toward the field, “There is nothing here. I found it useful to practice here, without harming myself or anything around me.”
Hisagi nodded politely.
“I wanted to show it to you,” Tousen added quietly. Before Hisagi could think of a reply, Tousen continued speaking. “Why didn’t you take off your blindfold? Surely it would have been easier to navigate the terrain without it,” he remarked.
“I…” Hisagi fumbled for an explanation. “I never thought to, Taichou. It was a test, wasn’t it? Learning to rely on my other senses in order to become stronger?”
The Ninth Divison captain smiled. “It was about faith, Fukutaichou.”
“Faith?” Hisagi echoed.
“Yes,” Tousen said. “You trusted yourself to find me, and you did. I trusted you to find me, and you did. Well done.”
Hisagi ducked his head respectfully. Tousen’s praise was difficult to earn. “Thank you, Taichou,” he said quietly.
"You should have as much faith in yourself as I have faith in you," Tousen remarked. "Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to face his vice-captain.
“Of course, Taichou!” Hisagi said immediately.
Tousen smiled. “Show me how much.”
“What do you see?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi stared in wonder at his captain’s face, for once without his visor. Hisagi touched Tousen’s face, smoothing gently over closed eyelids, tracing the curve of his cheek, following the line of his jaw. “Taichou,” he said.
“What do you smell?”
Hisagi dared to pull Tousen closer, burying his nose into the crook of his captain’s neck and inhaling deeply. “Taichou,” he breathed.
“What do you taste?”
Hisagi shivered slightly as he pressed a tentative kiss to the side of Tousen’s mouth. He knew he was crossing all sorts of lines, but all thoughts of impropriety disappeared as he pulled his captain into a second, deeper kiss. “Taichou,” he murmured against his lips.
“What do you hear?” Tousen whispered, pulling away just enough to speak clearly.
“Taichou,” Hisagi said, moving lower to place his mouth against Tousen’s throat to taste the skin there. Hisagi heard and felt his captain’s breath hitch.
“And now, what do you feel?” Tousen asked, his words hot against his vice-captain’s ear.
Hisagi shuddered as Tousen’s hands and mouth began to roam across his body thoroughly, mapping every inch of his skin. “Taichou!” Hisagi gasped.
“Hisagi,” Tousen murmured. “Trust in me.”
Author:
eternalsayonaraRating: R
Warnings: Mentions of sex
Word count: ~1600
Summary: Bleach, Tousen/Hisagi: blindfolds - "my faith is absolute"
“Close your eyes,” Tousen instructed Hisagi gently.
“Taichou?” Hisagi asked as Tousen tied a blindfold securely across the vice-captain’s eyes. The heavy cloth felt cool against Hisagi’s closed eyelids, while his captain’s reiastu felt warm across his back.
“Trust me,” Tousen answered, and stepped away.
Hisagi nodded and rolled his shoulders in anticipation, shaking off the lingering effects of sleep. Tousen had woken his vice-captain in the middle of the night for an unexpected training session. Unquestioningly, Hisagi had followed his captain, allowing Tousen to calmly take his hand and use shunpo to whisk them off to a remote location somewhere in the outskirts of Soul Society.
The pitch-black darkness gave Hisagi no clue as to where he was. The trip via shunpo had been just a blur in the night. Using shunpo required the user to see exactly where he was going, but Tousen obviously relied on muscle memory instead of sight, and so had guided them safely to their present location.
Tousen’s voice broke the empty silence. “Tell me, what do you see?” he asked, his words calm and reassuring.
Hisagi kept his eyes closed underneath the heavy blindfold. His eyes searched for a flicker of light or the movement of a shadow, but he could only discern darkness. “Nothing, Taichou,” he answered.
“What do you smell?” Tousen asked. His voice rang out, but his position was difficult to locate.
The vice-captain breathed in deeply, trying to detect any scent in the air. No smell of grass, animals, or of any soul. “Nothing, Taichou,” he said.
“What do you taste?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi opened his mouth slightly to taste the air. Again, it gave him no clue as to where he was. “Nothing, Taichou,” he said.
“Now,” Tousen said, his voice growing quieter, “What do you hear?”
Hisagi strained his ears in the silence, trying to detect perhaps another voice, or a whisper of wind, or a drip of water. He slowly turned in a full circle, trying to hear something. “Nothing, Taichou,” Hisagi reluctantly admitted.
“And what do you feel?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi lifted his face upward, but felt no breeze stirring the air. He stretched out his arms in all directions, but his fingertips only touched empty space. “Nothing, Taichou,” Hisagi finally said.
“Good,” Tousen said, his voice dropping even lower. “Now, come and find me.” Hisagi heard the slightest zip in the air as Tousen used shunpo to leave, and a split second later felt the accompanying spiritual vacuum left in his captain’s wake.
Hisagi took a deep, slow breath, trying to calm himself. He touched the scars on the side of his face briefly, reminded of one of the first times he had been left on his own to fend for himself. There hadn’t been any Hollows brave enough enter Soul Society for many years, but Hisagi knew that sometimes they broke through from Hueco Mundo, especially in the rougher areas of Rukongai. Hisagi could be anywhere. He ignored the feelings of panic welling in his stomach and instead tried to reassess his situation like Tousen had taught him.
The blindfold still in place, Hisagi knew that he had to rely on his other senses, as limited as they were, in this foreign place. The vice-captain crouched down on the ground, his fingers finding dry soil. Taking a handful, Hisagi crumbled it in his fingers, inhaling the scent. The soil sent off a musty smell, laced with something acrid and bitter. Old blood, he realized, automatically reaching for his zanpakutou.
His apprehension growing, Hisagi got slowly to his feet. His hand gripped the hilt of his zanpakutou tightly, its familiar weight a comfort. Touching it, Hisagi recalled something Tousen had said to him once.
“Zanpakutou harbour an intense desire to do battle with each other. They seek each other out with this desire. But, zanpakutou are also extensions of the wielder’s soul. I carry this zanpakutou in memory of a person I do not wish to forget. It is an extension of both her soul and mine. For her, I will raise it not in battle, but in protection.”
“Taichou,” Hisagi murmured to himself, “Where are you?” He knew he was being tested, and Tousen's faith in him gave him confidence. Much of the student doing his best to please his teachers from Hisagi's shinigami academy days remained in him. He was determined not to fail. Tousen would, of course, want his vice-captain to locate his position quickly, quietly, and without bloodshed.
Hisagi considered his options. Using shunpo blindfolded in a strange area wouldn’t work; one had to know where he was going before using this technique, lest he end up crashing into buildings or rocks. Unsheathing his zanpakutou in order to release its hunger for battle wouldn’t work; Tousen’s zanpakutou was guaranteed to be sheathed, and the captain would not likely approve of Hisagi arriving at his location with his sword brandished.
Hisagi knew of only one way he could accomplish this. He sat down carefully on the ground, making sure he was comfortable. It would be difficult to track his captain via reiatsu, as he knew that Tousen was extremely adept at masking and suppressing his spiritual energy, but he was determined to try.
Closing his eyes, Hisagi began his meditation. He took deep, even breaths, inhaling and exhaling to counts of ten. He quickly slipped into a meditative state, something he practiced every day with his captain. But this time, instead of the warm, familiar presence of Tousen beside him, Hisagi had to conjure up exactly what his captain’s reiatsu felt like in order to track him.
In his mind’s eye, Hisagi recalled countless battles against his captain, their zanpakutou flashing in the pre-dawn light. He remembered the wisps of fragrant steam rising from the tea he shared with his captain after a hard day’s work in the Ninth Division. He remembered the quiet laughter and pleasant conversation during the meals that they shared together. He remembered his captain’s strong, deep voice and his words of honour and justice. Mostly, though, he remembered what it felt like to be by his captain's side, knowing that he and he alone belonged there.
There, at the very edge of Hisagi’s consciousness, was the familiar tingle of his captain’s reiatsu.
Opening his eyes, Hisagi got to his feet. Feeling calm and collected after his meditation, he could still feel the barest hint of Tousen’s reiatsu. With the blindfold still in place, he unhooked his sheathed zanpakutou from his belt and held it out in front of him as a makeshift walking stick. Slowly, he began to walk toward his captain.
The land was flat, still carrying the scent of soil, but Hisagi didn’t encounter any rocks, trees, or structures barring his way. Steadily, step by step, Tousen’s reiatsu grew stronger.
Finally, when his captain’s reiatsu was as bright in his mind as the sun, just like it always was when Hisagi was beside him, the vice-captain stopped walking and slid easily into his place beside his captain. “Taichou,” he said in greeting.
“Welcome,” Tousen said. Hisagi felt his captain’s cool fingers peel off his blindfold. The vice-captain blinked in the gray light, his eyes sensitive after being in the dark for so long. The land in front of him was vast, and utterly empty. It was as flat as a field, but nothing grew in it. “Where are we?” he asked.
Tousen smiled. “This is my old training ground, where I used to practice in my academy days. As you can see,” he said, nodding toward the field, “There is nothing here. I found it useful to practice here, without harming myself or anything around me.”
Hisagi nodded politely.
“I wanted to show it to you,” Tousen added quietly. Before Hisagi could think of a reply, Tousen continued speaking. “Why didn’t you take off your blindfold? Surely it would have been easier to navigate the terrain without it,” he remarked.
“I…” Hisagi fumbled for an explanation. “I never thought to, Taichou. It was a test, wasn’t it? Learning to rely on my other senses in order to become stronger?”
The Ninth Divison captain smiled. “It was about faith, Fukutaichou.”
“Faith?” Hisagi echoed.
“Yes,” Tousen said. “You trusted yourself to find me, and you did. I trusted you to find me, and you did. Well done.”
Hisagi ducked his head respectfully. Tousen’s praise was difficult to earn. “Thank you, Taichou,” he said quietly.
"You should have as much faith in yourself as I have faith in you," Tousen remarked. "Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to face his vice-captain.
“Of course, Taichou!” Hisagi said immediately.
Tousen smiled. “Show me how much.”
“What do you see?” Tousen asked.
Hisagi stared in wonder at his captain’s face, for once without his visor. Hisagi touched Tousen’s face, smoothing gently over closed eyelids, tracing the curve of his cheek, following the line of his jaw. “Taichou,” he said.
“What do you smell?”
Hisagi dared to pull Tousen closer, burying his nose into the crook of his captain’s neck and inhaling deeply. “Taichou,” he breathed.
“What do you taste?”
Hisagi shivered slightly as he pressed a tentative kiss to the side of Tousen’s mouth. He knew he was crossing all sorts of lines, but all thoughts of impropriety disappeared as he pulled his captain into a second, deeper kiss. “Taichou,” he murmured against his lips.
“What do you hear?” Tousen whispered, pulling away just enough to speak clearly.
“Taichou,” Hisagi said, moving lower to place his mouth against Tousen’s throat to taste the skin there. Hisagi heard and felt his captain’s breath hitch.
“And now, what do you feel?” Tousen asked, his words hot against his vice-captain’s ear.
Hisagi shuddered as Tousen’s hands and mouth began to roam across his body thoroughly, mapping every inch of his skin. “Taichou!” Hisagi gasped.
“Hisagi,” Tousen murmured. “Trust in me.”
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Date: 2009-07-18 03:47 am (UTC)I appreciate your comment so much! I wrote this a while ago, and to be honest didn't like it all that much (I had to restart it a few times), so I'm honestly thrilled that you enjoyed it so much. I'm so happy. <3
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Date: 2010-01-29 06:15 pm (UTC)May I translate your work to russian language?
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Date: 2010-01-29 07:17 pm (UTC)Wow, I've never had someone ask me this before! Yes, you can translate it as long as I am given credit for the original story. :) Please let me know where and when you will post it. I would love to see it translated! Thank you for asking.
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Date: 2010-01-30 04:07 pm (UTC)You will knou it.
I will try to translate good.
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Date: 2010-01-30 05:29 pm (UTC)Something where I want to replace the names with "Captain" (the president) and "Lieutenant" (vice president), so it will look better in Russian.
Do you mind?
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Date: 2010-01-30 05:36 pm (UTC)excuse me, literal error
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Date: 2010-01-31 10:48 am (UTC)One respectful and formal, the other for an equal treatment.
What would you like? The meaning of some depends on this.
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