Tales of a Broken Society
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Adult +
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81
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Perfection 4 (Yumi/Ishida)
Title: Perfection
Subtitle: Measured Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 4
Pairing: Ishida/Yumichika
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,134
Requested by: Affriel & Rysha
AN: Here you go you two! I hope you like the sweetness that dripped from my brain with this one. Sorry it’s taken so long!
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Playing a length of fabric through his fingers, Uryuu frowned lightly to himself before sitting down and crossing his legs as he gazed at the mannequin before him. Yumichika had commissioned him to create a new outfit for when they were going to Hueco Mundo but it was coming along rather slowly. Well, more like the details were.
The beautiful male wanted ribbons that he had collected through his years in Soul Society some how used on the outfit. It would have been so hard if it wasn’t for the fact that there were so many of the damned things. On top of that, he rather refused to tell him which one he favored out of all of them, making it hard to decide on a theme. And there were many themes to choose from.
Flowers, vines, abstract, black and white, swirls and even tie dye. It was amazing to see so many colors and fabrics run around, making Uryuu shift through them often with gloved hands. He had been rather surprised to find that some ribbons looked as if they came from clothing, the edges neatly rolled and sewn into place, but didn’t really wish to ask about them. He figured Yumi was like him in the way that he kept pieces of special outfits when it came time to get rid of them.
Shaking his head to get rid of the rather random thoughts, Uryuu turned to his front door, watching Yumi walk in. the elder male was scowling something fierce, making the Quincy blink in surprise, having never seen the expression on Yumis face.
“I take it the video conference didn’t go well,” the glasses wearing male drawled, getting an evil glare from Yumi before he sighed and flopped into a chair.
“No, it didn’t,” Yumi growled as he closed his eyes, head resting against the back of the chair. “They want us back in Soul Society but can’t remove us because whenever they tried to, another attack would happen. As the big idiot said, almost as if Aizen knew our moves as soon as we did, if not before.”
“Sounds like he’s getting even more paranoid about things,” Uryuu drawled, pulling on his gloves again, digging through the box of ribbons. “I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. Then again, we are planning on defection tomorrow after all, so maybe his paranoia is a good thing,” he mused, pulling out a simple length of ribbon with a flower embroidered on it. Putting it down on the table, Uryuu watched a white hand snatch it up quickly. Looking to the beauty obsessed male, the small of the two raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, it’s my favorite you pain in the ass, and no I don’t want you to use it,” Yumi huffed, glaring at the other, daring him to argue. Uryuu simply shrugged and started to put together a simple flower and vine theme for the outfits finishing touches. “Are you just finishing the outfit?” Yumi asked, blinking in surprise, ribbon in hand.
“Yes, since you refused to tell me which ribbon you liked best, I couldn’t decide on style or ribbons,” Uyruu replied, voice sound muffled as he knelt down on the floor, digging around in a cabinet. “I got the base you wanted done and the others set, but your special occasion one is the one that’s unfinished. I also need to measure the slits while it’s on you.”
Yumi chuckled lightly; Uryuus checklist sounding quiet a bit like Hanas when he was working on the 11ths grounds. It was kinda cute really. Sitting back, he listened to the young human talk mostly to himself about what needed to be done and where he had to put the measuring tape. Picking up the roll of tape, Yumi whistled lightly, watching the others dark head lift up and look at him, curiosity evident in dark eyes.
“Oh! Thank you,” Uryuu hummed, standing up with his sewing kit in hand. “Here. Go put this on so I can do finishing touches,” he continued, pulling down the outfit off the mannequin and handing it to Yumi. Motioning the other to the bathroom, Ishida took the tape and let it unroll, making sure that it wasn’t crinked any where.
Nodding his head and looking up to Yumi as he came out, Uryuu smiled lightly at the way it fit just so nicely. Waving to a stepping stool, he grabbed his kneeling pad and knelt down onto it as Yumi stepped up onto the stool. Moving the jacket, the Quincy measured from hip to hem on it, occasionally brushing against the pants that Yumi wore. Writing down his measurements, Uryuu continued on with his work in silence, the rustle of fabric and pencil on paper the only sound heard in the apartment.
“Alright. I can finish the alterations tonight,” Uryuu told his guest as he walked back into the bathroom to change.
“Sounds good to me,” the beauty obsessed male agreed, undressing before getting dressed in his usual clothes. Handing the outfit over, Yumi headed back to the bedroom that he shared with Uryuu, sitting down with the laptop to type up the last note to Soul Society and those who would stay with them. Soon the clicking of keys added to the sound of the sewing machine going on irregular intervals in the living room.
Finishing with the report of why he was leaving Soul Society, what he had learned, or at least part of it, and the not to the big boss idiot as he called Yamamoto, Yumi stood up and stretched slowly, a moan escaping from him. Stripping out of his clothes, he dressed in his night clothes, packing away what he had worn in the duffle bag with his other possessions.
Setting the report to print, Yumi noticed the time before frowning. He tilted his head, hearing short bursts of the sewing machine, occasionally followed by a soft snip, probably from a pair of scissors. Shaking his head and walking to the living room, Yumi stopped as he watched the lean human put his outfit over the mannequin again, smoothing the wrinkles out.
The outfit it self was a simpler style of Aizens but would accentuate what Yumi had body wise, which made him happy. But with the ribbons placed just right and mixed it was stunning. Looking at Uryuu, Yumi sighed quietly and moved over to him, tugging on his hand.
“Come on. Come to bed, little human,” Yumi murmured, turning off the lights and moving an unresisting Uryuu to the bedroom. Getting the Quincy into his night clothes and into bed, Yumi crawled in and cuddled up to the others body. After all, they were going to betray former allies tomorrow. Might as well enjoy a little snuggling.
Subtitle: Measured Perfection
Fandom: Bleach
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 4
Pairing: Ishida/Yumichika
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,134
Requested by: Affriel & Rysha
AN: Here you go you two! I hope you like the sweetness that dripped from my brain with this one. Sorry it’s taken so long!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Playing a length of fabric through his fingers, Uryuu frowned lightly to himself before sitting down and crossing his legs as he gazed at the mannequin before him. Yumichika had commissioned him to create a new outfit for when they were going to Hueco Mundo but it was coming along rather slowly. Well, more like the details were.
The beautiful male wanted ribbons that he had collected through his years in Soul Society some how used on the outfit. It would have been so hard if it wasn’t for the fact that there were so many of the damned things. On top of that, he rather refused to tell him which one he favored out of all of them, making it hard to decide on a theme. And there were many themes to choose from.
Flowers, vines, abstract, black and white, swirls and even tie dye. It was amazing to see so many colors and fabrics run around, making Uryuu shift through them often with gloved hands. He had been rather surprised to find that some ribbons looked as if they came from clothing, the edges neatly rolled and sewn into place, but didn’t really wish to ask about them. He figured Yumi was like him in the way that he kept pieces of special outfits when it came time to get rid of them.
Shaking his head to get rid of the rather random thoughts, Uryuu turned to his front door, watching Yumi walk in. the elder male was scowling something fierce, making the Quincy blink in surprise, having never seen the expression on Yumis face.
“I take it the video conference didn’t go well,” the glasses wearing male drawled, getting an evil glare from Yumi before he sighed and flopped into a chair.
“No, it didn’t,” Yumi growled as he closed his eyes, head resting against the back of the chair. “They want us back in Soul Society but can’t remove us because whenever they tried to, another attack would happen. As the big idiot said, almost as if Aizen knew our moves as soon as we did, if not before.”
“Sounds like he’s getting even more paranoid about things,” Uryuu drawled, pulling on his gloves again, digging through the box of ribbons. “I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. Then again, we are planning on defection tomorrow after all, so maybe his paranoia is a good thing,” he mused, pulling out a simple length of ribbon with a flower embroidered on it. Putting it down on the table, Uryuu watched a white hand snatch it up quickly. Looking to the beauty obsessed male, the small of the two raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, it’s my favorite you pain in the ass, and no I don’t want you to use it,” Yumi huffed, glaring at the other, daring him to argue. Uryuu simply shrugged and started to put together a simple flower and vine theme for the outfits finishing touches. “Are you just finishing the outfit?” Yumi asked, blinking in surprise, ribbon in hand.
“Yes, since you refused to tell me which ribbon you liked best, I couldn’t decide on style or ribbons,” Uyruu replied, voice sound muffled as he knelt down on the floor, digging around in a cabinet. “I got the base you wanted done and the others set, but your special occasion one is the one that’s unfinished. I also need to measure the slits while it’s on you.”
Yumi chuckled lightly; Uryuus checklist sounding quiet a bit like Hanas when he was working on the 11ths grounds. It was kinda cute really. Sitting back, he listened to the young human talk mostly to himself about what needed to be done and where he had to put the measuring tape. Picking up the roll of tape, Yumi whistled lightly, watching the others dark head lift up and look at him, curiosity evident in dark eyes.
“Oh! Thank you,” Uryuu hummed, standing up with his sewing kit in hand. “Here. Go put this on so I can do finishing touches,” he continued, pulling down the outfit off the mannequin and handing it to Yumi. Motioning the other to the bathroom, Ishida took the tape and let it unroll, making sure that it wasn’t crinked any where.
Nodding his head and looking up to Yumi as he came out, Uryuu smiled lightly at the way it fit just so nicely. Waving to a stepping stool, he grabbed his kneeling pad and knelt down onto it as Yumi stepped up onto the stool. Moving the jacket, the Quincy measured from hip to hem on it, occasionally brushing against the pants that Yumi wore. Writing down his measurements, Uryuu continued on with his work in silence, the rustle of fabric and pencil on paper the only sound heard in the apartment.
“Alright. I can finish the alterations tonight,” Uryuu told his guest as he walked back into the bathroom to change.
“Sounds good to me,” the beauty obsessed male agreed, undressing before getting dressed in his usual clothes. Handing the outfit over, Yumi headed back to the bedroom that he shared with Uryuu, sitting down with the laptop to type up the last note to Soul Society and those who would stay with them. Soon the clicking of keys added to the sound of the sewing machine going on irregular intervals in the living room.
Finishing with the report of why he was leaving Soul Society, what he had learned, or at least part of it, and the not to the big boss idiot as he called Yamamoto, Yumi stood up and stretched slowly, a moan escaping from him. Stripping out of his clothes, he dressed in his night clothes, packing away what he had worn in the duffle bag with his other possessions.
Setting the report to print, Yumi noticed the time before frowning. He tilted his head, hearing short bursts of the sewing machine, occasionally followed by a soft snip, probably from a pair of scissors. Shaking his head and walking to the living room, Yumi stopped as he watched the lean human put his outfit over the mannequin again, smoothing the wrinkles out.
The outfit it self was a simpler style of Aizens but would accentuate what Yumi had body wise, which made him happy. But with the ribbons placed just right and mixed it was stunning. Looking at Uryuu, Yumi sighed quietly and moved over to him, tugging on his hand.
“Come on. Come to bed, little human,” Yumi murmured, turning off the lights and moving an unresisting Uryuu to the bedroom. Getting the Quincy into his night clothes and into bed, Yumi crawled in and cuddled up to the others body. After all, they were going to betray former allies tomorrow. Might as well enjoy a little snuggling.