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[October 22] [Bleach] Alibi
Title: Alibi
Day/Theme: October 22nd, a dark and stormy night
Series: Bleach
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Author’s Notes: Also a long belated gift drabble for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ilychluna. Hope you like it. ^_^ Fic set before the series itself, since I haven’t really been keeping up with recent chapters…although this pairing still remains my favorite. (So please tell me if they’re out of character…I haven’t read this series in such a long time. T_T)
Later when he was asked to describe it, he said that the silence that followed after he entered his office the following morning was a frigid silence, “so cold I could not move from where I stood,” he added with unshed tears glimmering in his eyes, “I was frozen in my desolation. And I could only stare at my lovely Nanao-chan, but she had no pity: she would not even spare me a glance.” He then hit his chest with a closed fist, and declared, “I swore then that I shall never hurt her again.”
But later, when Ise Nanao heard of it, she hastened to correct her captain’s exaggerations of what had happened. The truth was, he had come in the office to find her bent over the mounds of paperwork he had left the night before, and she only ignored him for a few seconds—fifteen, maybe thirty?; less than a minute, she was sure—so engrossed was she in paperwork.
“Forgive me, Nanao-chan,” he said, hastening to her side, “If I had known how much you needed me, I’d have—”
“You’d have still gone out drinking,” she said shortly. “Despite how I told you that you needed to finish your Division reports by this morning. Like you always do.”
“Yes, yes, but of course the orders can’t have been that urgent—”
“Their exact orders were, ‘Have the reports by tomorrow morning,’” she said, “ ‘Or else, Kyouraku Shunsui shall henceforth be forbidden to leave his office until they are finished.’ ”
“Not even for the evenings?” he exclaimed.
Nanao only nodded.
“But I told Jyuushirou—”
“That’s the way it is, taichou,” she said. “Where were you last night?”
“I was, indeed, out drinking,” he said, “But of course, I hurried back as fast as I could, when I thought of you sitting here in this dark, dreary office, so alone—but then, unfortunately, it was a dark and stormy night, and I—”
“I don’t believe you, taichou.”
“How could you be so heartless?” He took her hands in his, clasping them so earnestly. “Do you not believe that I really care so much for you, dear Nanao-chan, that I went back in all haste to be by your side—”
“It was a clear night yesterday, taichou.”
“… what was that, Nanao-chan?”
“There wasn’t a cloud in the sky,” she said. “The stars were also out; they were beautiful.” Her eyes turned misty for a moment, but hardened again as she looked at him. “Excuses will hardly work with me, taichou. Nor would apologies, for what is done is done.”
“But…it really was! It seemed as if the heavens was angered by the injustice it had done you, and the sky was weeping torrents of cold, furious tears, drenching me in my guilt; and the wind whipped at my hair, as if to punish me for all the things that I have done to you…”
“If it only were true, I really would say that you deserved it, taichou,” she said, getting up. “No matter. Since you’re here, you might as well finish your reports. In any case, you can’t leave until you do so.”
“But Nanao-chan, I really was—”
“I’ll be standing guard outside the door, to make sure that you won’t be tempted to break your orders, yet again.” She then stepped out the door, shutting out his pleas.
He sank down on his chair, knocking down a couple of papers from the piles on his desk. He moaned, “Oh, my dear, sweet Nanao-chan,” over and over again, but there was no answer from behind the door to his office.
He thought of the frown on her face then, and the dark circles under her eyes—poor, pitiful soul, he thought—she did not deserve such a captain as he was…
He stopped, staring at the papers in front of him. He picked one up from the desk, and another, and another, his eyes slowly widening. He rummaged through the papers, and soon, a smile on his face appeared, widening with each paper he read.
He rushed towards the door, and almost collided into his vice-captain, who was staunchly guarding the door.
“Nanao-chan,” he said to her gently, seriously, his voice barely above a whisper, “It’s hardly right for a woman as beautiful as you to be staying up late at night, just to finish some insignificant reports that you really shouldn’t have worried about.”
“I’d hardly call it insignificant, taichou,” she said. “And it is my problem, as I am your fukutaichou. But if that’s your way of saying ‘thank you’, well then, you’re welcome.”
She allowed a small smile on her lips as she looked at him, which hastily disappeared from his sight as she stepped inside the office, hiding her face in the shadows. “But please, don’t do it again,” she hastened to add, although she knew it was as futile as telling the sun to stop shining (or men to stop ogling at Matsumoto, probably).
Shunsui took her words to heart, though, and though he was still wont to go out despite her admonitions, he never again spoke of being waylaid by rainstorms, and the like, only telling her of the truth ever after. There were times when Nanao herself wished he told her anything but the truth, but there is nothing else you can do with him, she always thought to herself with a sigh, not her taichou. He was, she concluded, hopeless, utterly so.
Day/Theme: October 22nd, a dark and stormy night
Series: Bleach
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Shunsui/Nanao
Author’s Notes: Also a long belated gift drabble for
ilychluna. Hope you like it. ^_^ Fic set before the series itself, since I haven’t really been keeping up with recent chapters…although this pairing still remains my favorite. (So please tell me if they’re out of character…I haven’t read this series in such a long time. T_T)Later when he was asked to describe it, he said that the silence that followed after he entered his office the following morning was a frigid silence, “so cold I could not move from where I stood,” he added with unshed tears glimmering in his eyes, “I was frozen in my desolation. And I could only stare at my lovely Nanao-chan, but she had no pity: she would not even spare me a glance.” He then hit his chest with a closed fist, and declared, “I swore then that I shall never hurt her again.”
But later, when Ise Nanao heard of it, she hastened to correct her captain’s exaggerations of what had happened. The truth was, he had come in the office to find her bent over the mounds of paperwork he had left the night before, and she only ignored him for a few seconds—fifteen, maybe thirty?; less than a minute, she was sure—so engrossed was she in paperwork.
“Forgive me, Nanao-chan,” he said, hastening to her side, “If I had known how much you needed me, I’d have—”
“You’d have still gone out drinking,” she said shortly. “Despite how I told you that you needed to finish your Division reports by this morning. Like you always do.”
“Yes, yes, but of course the orders can’t have been that urgent—”
“Their exact orders were, ‘Have the reports by tomorrow morning,’” she said, “ ‘Or else, Kyouraku Shunsui shall henceforth be forbidden to leave his office until they are finished.’ ”
“Not even for the evenings?” he exclaimed.
Nanao only nodded.
“But I told Jyuushirou—”
“That’s the way it is, taichou,” she said. “Where were you last night?”
“I was, indeed, out drinking,” he said, “But of course, I hurried back as fast as I could, when I thought of you sitting here in this dark, dreary office, so alone—but then, unfortunately, it was a dark and stormy night, and I—”
“I don’t believe you, taichou.”
“How could you be so heartless?” He took her hands in his, clasping them so earnestly. “Do you not believe that I really care so much for you, dear Nanao-chan, that I went back in all haste to be by your side—”
“It was a clear night yesterday, taichou.”
“… what was that, Nanao-chan?”
“There wasn’t a cloud in the sky,” she said. “The stars were also out; they were beautiful.” Her eyes turned misty for a moment, but hardened again as she looked at him. “Excuses will hardly work with me, taichou. Nor would apologies, for what is done is done.”
“But…it really was! It seemed as if the heavens was angered by the injustice it had done you, and the sky was weeping torrents of cold, furious tears, drenching me in my guilt; and the wind whipped at my hair, as if to punish me for all the things that I have done to you…”
“If it only were true, I really would say that you deserved it, taichou,” she said, getting up. “No matter. Since you’re here, you might as well finish your reports. In any case, you can’t leave until you do so.”
“But Nanao-chan, I really was—”
“I’ll be standing guard outside the door, to make sure that you won’t be tempted to break your orders, yet again.” She then stepped out the door, shutting out his pleas.
He sank down on his chair, knocking down a couple of papers from the piles on his desk. He moaned, “Oh, my dear, sweet Nanao-chan,” over and over again, but there was no answer from behind the door to his office.
He thought of the frown on her face then, and the dark circles under her eyes—poor, pitiful soul, he thought—she did not deserve such a captain as he was…
He stopped, staring at the papers in front of him. He picked one up from the desk, and another, and another, his eyes slowly widening. He rummaged through the papers, and soon, a smile on his face appeared, widening with each paper he read.
He rushed towards the door, and almost collided into his vice-captain, who was staunchly guarding the door.
“Nanao-chan,” he said to her gently, seriously, his voice barely above a whisper, “It’s hardly right for a woman as beautiful as you to be staying up late at night, just to finish some insignificant reports that you really shouldn’t have worried about.”
“I’d hardly call it insignificant, taichou,” she said. “And it is my problem, as I am your fukutaichou. But if that’s your way of saying ‘thank you’, well then, you’re welcome.”
She allowed a small smile on her lips as she looked at him, which hastily disappeared from his sight as she stepped inside the office, hiding her face in the shadows. “But please, don’t do it again,” she hastened to add, although she knew it was as futile as telling the sun to stop shining (or men to stop ogling at Matsumoto, probably).
Shunsui took her words to heart, though, and though he was still wont to go out despite her admonitions, he never again spoke of being waylaid by rainstorms, and the like, only telling her of the truth ever after. There were times when Nanao herself wished he told her anything but the truth, but there is nothing else you can do with him, she always thought to herself with a sigh, not her taichou. He was, she concluded, hopeless, utterly so.