To Catch A Flying Plum
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To Catch A Flying Plum
*WARNING: Contains spoilers from the manga! Especially the chapter 17 special or whatever...*
DISCLAIMER: Bleach, Kira, Momo and everyone else belong to Kubo Tito. Kuroshiro Saiko is a creation of DBTC and I. Believe me, if I owned Bleach, I would save it from shitty American fansubbing.
Notes: This was written in response to Manomerulover\'s challenge. Her and I discussed it, kicked it around, and in ze end, we have some semblence of a long and drawn out Izuru Kira x Hinamori Momo fic. Depending, this could range from ten to twenty chapters. Mind you, I will TRY to update every Sunday but no promises. See, I\'m a security officer and my hours can get wacky some days. The good part about this is that I work the graveyard shift and see like... 2 people every night. ^_^ Gives me time to write though I usually read.
Anyhow. In this fic, we are gonna introduce an OC by the name of Kuroshiro Saiko. He\'s a pretty young guy, 5th Division, 10th Seat. He\'s a good friend of Kira\'s as they knew each other from their Academy days. Saiko is a helpful sort, a bit like Renji but not as coarse. I\'ll dig up a piece of art for a reference later because I\'m lazy like that. He\'ll get a better mention in the next chapter.
SO! Sai-chan, here\'s thine fic.
Chapter 0: Ze Intro
She caught me offguard, which isn\'t very hard to do.
First day of shinigami school, a mere nameless day that I might have remembered the exact date of had I known it was going to be as significant as it is today. As it stood, it was only one day of many that I had spent in Soul Society and really, I did not expect it to be any different from the hundreds that had already passed. The room that us fresh meat sat in was slowly filling. It was forum seating and I selected a spot in the middle. Not too close, not too far. Average. Plain, middle, simple.
Unobtrusive.
The story of my life summed up in a single word. Unobtrusive. Perhaps that was too fancy a word though. Maybe unremarkable was better suited to me, at least at that stage of my life.
Still, she surprised me. A sweet smile and voice, her ebony hair in pigtails, looking fresh and bright in her academy uniform consisting of a white gi and red hakama pants. At first, I attributed my shock to my usual jumpiness and high startle-ability bt looking back, it might have been that I was taken by her cuteness. Beautiful was too strong a word for her. Cute worked best to describe her.
It took me a minute to understand what she was asking.
\'Is this seat open?\'
Of course it was. I scooted down to make room for her, and she sat down. She didn\'t speak much after that, as our dean was very intimidating. It didn\'t bother me, all his yelling and what not. Small talent of mine, tuning people out.
I saw her off and on again for a few weeks until one day we were doing field training, headed up by 6th year Hisagi Shuuhei. Renji and I were already well acquianted by then, my first meeting with him being just before we attended our first class at the academy. You see, he\'d fallen asleep in the tree just above my parents\' headstone... and awoke only to fall out of it and onto my parent\'s headstone. He was so lazy like that. Lazy, a shred brainless, but had a big heart and that usually got him out of whatever mess he\'d gotten into.
Anyhow, we were put in teams of 3 for the field training and to my surprise (yet again), Hinamori was thrown again in my path. Not that I minded.
During the training, we were taught how to do soul burials. Renji saw fit to keep hitting me for reasons which have been lost to the ravages of time on my mind. I do remember Hinamori asking Renji to stop just before Hisagi gave the order to head back. I also remember seeing the horrifying hollow that loomed behind Hisagi and his two helpers, Kaniisawa and Aoga. Chaos ensued and in the fracas, Hisagi was ordering us to run. All first years had to run.
Renji and I were about to take off when we noticed Hinamori was not with us. We turned and she stood there on the roof, watching Hisagi as another hollow reared up. Her lovely young face was thoughtful as she stared at what I saw was imminent death.
\'Why... why are we running away?\' she asked.
We explained the obvious to her. I cited rules. Renji cited logic. How interesting that those two rarely coincide. The look on her face did not change.... but then it did. Before we could stop her, she drew her asauchi and charged forth into the fray. Us men obviously couldn\'t leave her behind so we followed up right behind her, drawing our own asauchi.
The three of us arrived just in time to save Hisagi\'s skin, our blades meeting hollow claws. Hisagi was... stunned to say the least. I was surprised at my own actions. A part of me wanted to obey the rules and run but another part of me could not abandon them.
Then she surprised me yet again. She took the offenseive and fired a kidou spell at one of the hollows. It served only to stun while our reinforcements arrived and saved us. Captain of the 5th, Aizen Sousuke and his Vice Captain, Ichimaru Gin were our saviors.
Back then, we wondered if we could ever be as strong as they were but now that we are... well, I guess the word unremarkable doesn\'t fit me anymore. I\'m the Vice Captain of the 3rd Division, serving one of the men that saved us back in the day.
Kira tapped the calligraphy pen against his chin, the bamboo a bit cold against his chin. Soul Society was in the cold grip of winter and the evidence of it\'s chilly hold could be seen covering the thin windowpane with watery crystals. Even though the room was pleasently warm, the outer edges of the room were still cold and radiated with the winter chill. Kira had thrown off his covers an hour ago to add another log to the fire when the hand of the December solstice crept into his blankets. After the log was added, the hand was chased away as the smoldering embers caught a little of the kindling he added and soon, the licking flame curled along the log.
He stood and admired it for a moment, wrapped in a wool bathrobe, soft blue flannel pajamas, thick grey wool socks, and leather mule slippers on his feet. It was looking at the flame that he got to thinking about his life. His mind had always been to the point and simple, not to say he was stupid man but just that he never really looked into things much further than he had to. But watching the little flames bud from the glowing ashes, it caught his eye and caused the traveler of his mind to take a train of a different line of thought. The first stop that popped into his mind stunned him so much that he staggered back and took a seat on the bed at the profound idea his unremarkable mind had wrought.
\'These ashes... they cling so tenaciously to life. With a little kindling, I can coax them back to life... and now, look how brightly these flames are! Even from this distance, I can feel their heat, chasing away the cold! This is... like my life. Kindled, nurtured, given every opportunity to advance and become stronger! No, not stronger! More...\'
\"...alive...\"
The last word he said aloud in a whisper that may as well have been a shout. It felt like one. It felt like he\'d emptied his lungs in a breath and two syllables. How bohemian a thought! How romantic a notion! He was born into Soul Society, never having lived as a human on Earth before this consciousness he understood as his own, this existence he dwelt in, a life in death but never a true life to ever have claimed tangible existence!
His heart pounded within his chest as the train accelerated, screaming through the track of his psyche. His breathing picked up and Kira pressed a peach cream hand to his chest, clutching the fabric of it. It made sense suddenly. He\'d been working on this semblence of humanity for so long, trying to figure out his shadowy drift through afterlife or rather... through this deathlife.
These thoughts are what prompted him to rise swiftly from his bed and fly about his shelves, searching, searching for an acceptable blank tome in which he would write. Kira had kept journals before in spiral notebooks, binded books, even a few vellum scrolls. The result- he had tons of blank journals he had bought but never written in.
As he searched, he did not spare a glance at the shelf with the already full notebooks. They were boring, more full of mundane facts rather than individual thoughts. They may as well have been sent to the Central 46\'s library as official records. They were impersonal and dull- written ashes that filled a shelf in his little corner of the world. No spark would ever come from them. The cool flame of routine had guided his hand as he penned these empty, thoughtless words and the pages, already fragile in form, were easily and summarily reduced to useless, dead ash with every new page he started. No, this shelf was a rubbish heap.
He scrambled through fine scrolls and spiral notebooks. None of these would do! He knew which blank book he searched for. It was leatherbound with a delicate leather strap that tied it shut and a green silken cord with a teardrop shaped bead of lapis lazuli at the end. He\'d found it in northern Rukongai at a little bookshop.
His hands closed around it finally. It was perfect for his purpose and he threw it down upon the little desk between the fireplace and the bed. A frantic search through his drawers yielded his calligraphy brush and a little pot of ink. Normally he would have hesitated but no... fire does not hesitate, not even in the face of it\'s mortal enemy, water. It flinches when the wind\'s soft caress turns into a fierce slap but it yields to element nor no man.
Kira did give pause for a moment, delicately untying the leather strings that strapped the book shut. The lapis lazuli bead rattled against the mahogany desk as he opened it. He skipped the first page and then creased it down with a calloused thin finger. He gripped the brush delicately and opened the pot of ink. This... this would be the journal. This would be the first thing he would write that would be completely personal and wholly truthful, not only to himself, but to these thoughts he was having.
\'All this thinking of being dead... I was so wrong! How can I be dead if I have never lived? So I must live if I want to die but... I have eternity to look forward to. I have everlasting deathlife but I\'ve thrown so much emphasis on death! No more! From now on, I\'ll live!\'
So now... after having written all that, he knew he had written only a drop in the ocean of his heart and mind. But her name was there. Her mention was first and foremost as it was the most significant. A sweet girlchild who had blossomed into a beautiful young woman before him so gracefully that it stole his breath at the transformation. A determined, dedicated woman he longed to give his heart to.
But he was afraid. Honestly, he was fearful. What if she rejected him? The winter would creep in and use it\'s icy hand to smite this flame of his. Then, he\'d be reduced to dead ash like the full journals that sat on his shelf.
\"I have to take a risk,\" he whispered.
Yes... all grand adventures worthy of praise and being retold started on a chance. He resolved to show her, little by little, to court her. He would never claim to make her his for a flower like her crushes and turns ugly and broken when clutched too tightly. No, no, he\'d ask for her to make him hers. Surely, her delicate hands would hold him lovingly to her heart.
He bent over his desk again, dipping the brush into the ink before sweeping his hand over the page again.
Enough about the past... I\'m going to focus on the here and now. Henceforth, this is a record of my affection and my warmth for Hinamori Momo. My most intimate, honest, even my most selfish thought will be recorded here without shame and fiercely penned with powerful strokes of my brush with no regard to inhibition.
So... this work of fact and my own dream shall be wrought to reality. It\'ll all be here in this little book, immortalizing a little flame that I hope to stoke to a raging conflageration...
\"... and it shall be called...\"
He tapped the end of the brush against his thin lip and pushed an errant lock of French vanilla hair out of his face as his mind searched for a name. When it occurred to him, he smiled, and flipped to the second page, left blank for a title to be inserted.
\" \'To Catch a Flying Plum\' \"
~<*>~
A/N: Jeebus... I really got into a funk there. >_> It flowed right out of me, I swear! Watching horror movies, ranting online, and a glass of plum wine really works! XD Anyhow, this is the zero chapter, the catalyst SO! Leave me your reviews! Or I\'ll sic my overweight guinea pig on you.
Hope you like the start, Sai-chan! XD
~ Ja ne, adios, ciao, hasta luego, cya!
DISCLAIMER: Bleach, Kira, Momo and everyone else belong to Kubo Tito. Kuroshiro Saiko is a creation of DBTC and I. Believe me, if I owned Bleach, I would save it from shitty American fansubbing.
Notes: This was written in response to Manomerulover\'s challenge. Her and I discussed it, kicked it around, and in ze end, we have some semblence of a long and drawn out Izuru Kira x Hinamori Momo fic. Depending, this could range from ten to twenty chapters. Mind you, I will TRY to update every Sunday but no promises. See, I\'m a security officer and my hours can get wacky some days. The good part about this is that I work the graveyard shift and see like... 2 people every night. ^_^ Gives me time to write though I usually read.
Anyhow. In this fic, we are gonna introduce an OC by the name of Kuroshiro Saiko. He\'s a pretty young guy, 5th Division, 10th Seat. He\'s a good friend of Kira\'s as they knew each other from their Academy days. Saiko is a helpful sort, a bit like Renji but not as coarse. I\'ll dig up a piece of art for a reference later because I\'m lazy like that. He\'ll get a better mention in the next chapter.
SO! Sai-chan, here\'s thine fic.
Chapter 0: Ze Intro
She caught me offguard, which isn\'t very hard to do.
First day of shinigami school, a mere nameless day that I might have remembered the exact date of had I known it was going to be as significant as it is today. As it stood, it was only one day of many that I had spent in Soul Society and really, I did not expect it to be any different from the hundreds that had already passed. The room that us fresh meat sat in was slowly filling. It was forum seating and I selected a spot in the middle. Not too close, not too far. Average. Plain, middle, simple.
Unobtrusive.
The story of my life summed up in a single word. Unobtrusive. Perhaps that was too fancy a word though. Maybe unremarkable was better suited to me, at least at that stage of my life.
Still, she surprised me. A sweet smile and voice, her ebony hair in pigtails, looking fresh and bright in her academy uniform consisting of a white gi and red hakama pants. At first, I attributed my shock to my usual jumpiness and high startle-ability bt looking back, it might have been that I was taken by her cuteness. Beautiful was too strong a word for her. Cute worked best to describe her.
It took me a minute to understand what she was asking.
\'Is this seat open?\'
Of course it was. I scooted down to make room for her, and she sat down. She didn\'t speak much after that, as our dean was very intimidating. It didn\'t bother me, all his yelling and what not. Small talent of mine, tuning people out.
I saw her off and on again for a few weeks until one day we were doing field training, headed up by 6th year Hisagi Shuuhei. Renji and I were already well acquianted by then, my first meeting with him being just before we attended our first class at the academy. You see, he\'d fallen asleep in the tree just above my parents\' headstone... and awoke only to fall out of it and onto my parent\'s headstone. He was so lazy like that. Lazy, a shred brainless, but had a big heart and that usually got him out of whatever mess he\'d gotten into.
Anyhow, we were put in teams of 3 for the field training and to my surprise (yet again), Hinamori was thrown again in my path. Not that I minded.
During the training, we were taught how to do soul burials. Renji saw fit to keep hitting me for reasons which have been lost to the ravages of time on my mind. I do remember Hinamori asking Renji to stop just before Hisagi gave the order to head back. I also remember seeing the horrifying hollow that loomed behind Hisagi and his two helpers, Kaniisawa and Aoga. Chaos ensued and in the fracas, Hisagi was ordering us to run. All first years had to run.
Renji and I were about to take off when we noticed Hinamori was not with us. We turned and she stood there on the roof, watching Hisagi as another hollow reared up. Her lovely young face was thoughtful as she stared at what I saw was imminent death.
\'Why... why are we running away?\' she asked.
We explained the obvious to her. I cited rules. Renji cited logic. How interesting that those two rarely coincide. The look on her face did not change.... but then it did. Before we could stop her, she drew her asauchi and charged forth into the fray. Us men obviously couldn\'t leave her behind so we followed up right behind her, drawing our own asauchi.
The three of us arrived just in time to save Hisagi\'s skin, our blades meeting hollow claws. Hisagi was... stunned to say the least. I was surprised at my own actions. A part of me wanted to obey the rules and run but another part of me could not abandon them.
Then she surprised me yet again. She took the offenseive and fired a kidou spell at one of the hollows. It served only to stun while our reinforcements arrived and saved us. Captain of the 5th, Aizen Sousuke and his Vice Captain, Ichimaru Gin were our saviors.
Back then, we wondered if we could ever be as strong as they were but now that we are... well, I guess the word unremarkable doesn\'t fit me anymore. I\'m the Vice Captain of the 3rd Division, serving one of the men that saved us back in the day.
Kira tapped the calligraphy pen against his chin, the bamboo a bit cold against his chin. Soul Society was in the cold grip of winter and the evidence of it\'s chilly hold could be seen covering the thin windowpane with watery crystals. Even though the room was pleasently warm, the outer edges of the room were still cold and radiated with the winter chill. Kira had thrown off his covers an hour ago to add another log to the fire when the hand of the December solstice crept into his blankets. After the log was added, the hand was chased away as the smoldering embers caught a little of the kindling he added and soon, the licking flame curled along the log.
He stood and admired it for a moment, wrapped in a wool bathrobe, soft blue flannel pajamas, thick grey wool socks, and leather mule slippers on his feet. It was looking at the flame that he got to thinking about his life. His mind had always been to the point and simple, not to say he was stupid man but just that he never really looked into things much further than he had to. But watching the little flames bud from the glowing ashes, it caught his eye and caused the traveler of his mind to take a train of a different line of thought. The first stop that popped into his mind stunned him so much that he staggered back and took a seat on the bed at the profound idea his unremarkable mind had wrought.
\'These ashes... they cling so tenaciously to life. With a little kindling, I can coax them back to life... and now, look how brightly these flames are! Even from this distance, I can feel their heat, chasing away the cold! This is... like my life. Kindled, nurtured, given every opportunity to advance and become stronger! No, not stronger! More...\'
\"...alive...\"
The last word he said aloud in a whisper that may as well have been a shout. It felt like one. It felt like he\'d emptied his lungs in a breath and two syllables. How bohemian a thought! How romantic a notion! He was born into Soul Society, never having lived as a human on Earth before this consciousness he understood as his own, this existence he dwelt in, a life in death but never a true life to ever have claimed tangible existence!
His heart pounded within his chest as the train accelerated, screaming through the track of his psyche. His breathing picked up and Kira pressed a peach cream hand to his chest, clutching the fabric of it. It made sense suddenly. He\'d been working on this semblence of humanity for so long, trying to figure out his shadowy drift through afterlife or rather... through this deathlife.
These thoughts are what prompted him to rise swiftly from his bed and fly about his shelves, searching, searching for an acceptable blank tome in which he would write. Kira had kept journals before in spiral notebooks, binded books, even a few vellum scrolls. The result- he had tons of blank journals he had bought but never written in.
As he searched, he did not spare a glance at the shelf with the already full notebooks. They were boring, more full of mundane facts rather than individual thoughts. They may as well have been sent to the Central 46\'s library as official records. They were impersonal and dull- written ashes that filled a shelf in his little corner of the world. No spark would ever come from them. The cool flame of routine had guided his hand as he penned these empty, thoughtless words and the pages, already fragile in form, were easily and summarily reduced to useless, dead ash with every new page he started. No, this shelf was a rubbish heap.
He scrambled through fine scrolls and spiral notebooks. None of these would do! He knew which blank book he searched for. It was leatherbound with a delicate leather strap that tied it shut and a green silken cord with a teardrop shaped bead of lapis lazuli at the end. He\'d found it in northern Rukongai at a little bookshop.
His hands closed around it finally. It was perfect for his purpose and he threw it down upon the little desk between the fireplace and the bed. A frantic search through his drawers yielded his calligraphy brush and a little pot of ink. Normally he would have hesitated but no... fire does not hesitate, not even in the face of it\'s mortal enemy, water. It flinches when the wind\'s soft caress turns into a fierce slap but it yields to element nor no man.
Kira did give pause for a moment, delicately untying the leather strings that strapped the book shut. The lapis lazuli bead rattled against the mahogany desk as he opened it. He skipped the first page and then creased it down with a calloused thin finger. He gripped the brush delicately and opened the pot of ink. This... this would be the journal. This would be the first thing he would write that would be completely personal and wholly truthful, not only to himself, but to these thoughts he was having.
\'All this thinking of being dead... I was so wrong! How can I be dead if I have never lived? So I must live if I want to die but... I have eternity to look forward to. I have everlasting deathlife but I\'ve thrown so much emphasis on death! No more! From now on, I\'ll live!\'
So now... after having written all that, he knew he had written only a drop in the ocean of his heart and mind. But her name was there. Her mention was first and foremost as it was the most significant. A sweet girlchild who had blossomed into a beautiful young woman before him so gracefully that it stole his breath at the transformation. A determined, dedicated woman he longed to give his heart to.
But he was afraid. Honestly, he was fearful. What if she rejected him? The winter would creep in and use it\'s icy hand to smite this flame of his. Then, he\'d be reduced to dead ash like the full journals that sat on his shelf.
\"I have to take a risk,\" he whispered.
Yes... all grand adventures worthy of praise and being retold started on a chance. He resolved to show her, little by little, to court her. He would never claim to make her his for a flower like her crushes and turns ugly and broken when clutched too tightly. No, no, he\'d ask for her to make him hers. Surely, her delicate hands would hold him lovingly to her heart.
He bent over his desk again, dipping the brush into the ink before sweeping his hand over the page again.
Enough about the past... I\'m going to focus on the here and now. Henceforth, this is a record of my affection and my warmth for Hinamori Momo. My most intimate, honest, even my most selfish thought will be recorded here without shame and fiercely penned with powerful strokes of my brush with no regard to inhibition.
So... this work of fact and my own dream shall be wrought to reality. It\'ll all be here in this little book, immortalizing a little flame that I hope to stoke to a raging conflageration...
\"... and it shall be called...\"
He tapped the end of the brush against his thin lip and pushed an errant lock of French vanilla hair out of his face as his mind searched for a name. When it occurred to him, he smiled, and flipped to the second page, left blank for a title to be inserted.
\" \'To Catch a Flying Plum\' \"
~<*>~
A/N: Jeebus... I really got into a funk there. >_> It flowed right out of me, I swear! Watching horror movies, ranting online, and a glass of plum wine really works! XD Anyhow, this is the zero chapter, the catalyst SO! Leave me your reviews! Or I\'ll sic my overweight guinea pig on you.
Hope you like the start, Sai-chan! XD
~ Ja ne, adios, ciao, hasta luego, cya!