Porcelain [Byakuya x Gin]
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blood_crowTitle: Porcelain
Warnings: Rated for implied stuff, but nothing graphic
But even then it was never to his liking.
Or to his remembering.
"Kuchiki Byakuya."
"Ku-chan."
Byakuya blanched, anger rising within him instantly at the other boy's smiled-rendering of his name.
"It is not 'Ku-chan,' it's Kuchiki Byakuya! I'm to be the head of the Kuchiki clan! You will call me Kuchiki-sama!"
"I'll call ya Ku-chan, Ku-chan."
What Byakuya hadn't realized at the time was that his promise to Shiba Kaien would become a promise to the young shinigami of the Fifth Division. Like he had vowed to surpass the werecat at shunpo, he would later vow to prove that his skill as a shinigami was far superior to that of Ichimaru Gin's. It made him all the more willing to enroll in the academy, but much to his discontent he hadn't foreseen the visits from the very boy he was trying to outshine. The young, gray-haired shinigami would appear when Byakuya least expected it, and then he'd disappear just as mysteriously. He never stayed for too long at one time, but he also never stayed away.
And it wasn't Ichimaru's presence alone that was unpleasant, but his rapidly growing show of affection. The raven-haired Kuchiki repeatedly found himself in the other boy's hold, with thin arms around his neck or an icy hand gripping his, Ichimaru leaning close so he could rest his chin on Byakuya's shoulder.
He was hopeless to escape it, and though he tried to dissuade the other boy with indifferent acknowledgment or heated rebuttal, none of it seemed to faze Ichimaru in the least. He continued smiling and continued touching, forcing himself closer to Byakuya with every forbidding nightfall.
"Ku-chan, wanna be my wife?"
"That is absurd," Byakuya stated coldly, just barely suppressing a disdainful frown. He stood with arms crossed at the edge of the garden, watching the members of the Thirteenth as they enjoyed themselves with sake. It was dusk and Shiba Kaien had organized a "small" get together for his squad, though it wasn't small by any means. There were green lanterns strung overhead, and even Ukitake-taichou had managed to attend, sitting cross-legged on the porch with some tea. He looked to be in good spirits as well as serene, despite his illness.
The Kuchiki heir had been taken in by the Thirteenth Division once he graduated from the academy. He now wore the black uniform of his gray-haired rival, whose reason for being there at all was still unknown to the noble.
"Why? You're pretty 'nough; pretty as a woman. Even prettier than my Ran-chan."
"I will not dignify that with a response."
"But ya jus' did."
Turning obstinate eyes on the other man, Byakuya simply stared, unamused and with a sternly drawn mouth. Ichimaru watched him with a grin -- the smile that the raven-haired noble had since gotten used to, though in his heart he knew that he should never be so foolish as to take the gesture lightly.
"Let's have our weddin' night right now," Ichimaru murmured, stepping closer to the other shinigami. Byakuya stood his ground, lifting his gaze minutely so he could see the younger man. He was surprised when his gaze was met with startling red, only visible as twin slivers between graying lashes. Still it was enough to stun him, and he didn't move away when Ichimaru leaned forward.
The press of full lips against his own was surprisingly soft, and for a brief moment Byakuya forgot his usual sense of propriety. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, pliable lips parting a fraction as his heart sped. Ichimaru grinned against his mouth, then pulled the raven-haired noble into an unyielding hug, holding Byakuya flush against him as he took the plunge and deepened their kiss.
He couldn't be sure of where they ended up, only that the room was vacant and with a clean futon. He was on top of Gin and the man's eyes were still open -- barely open, but open for longer than they'd ever been prior to that moment. The gray-haired shinigami was kissing him and pushing at his uniform, sliding kosode and shitagi down the noble's pale shoulders.
Byakuya was busy enough as it was trying to undo Gin's hakama, his mind racing a mile a minute and his hands fumbling. It was hard to believe that he was doing this, and with someone as strange and disconcerting as Ichimaru Gin. But there were too many years between them; too many touches; too many light and seemingly innocent kisses pressed to the corner of the noble's mouth.
And those haunting, sanguine eyes held too many dark promises when Byakuya had stared into them.
"We have nothing to ease the passage," he murmured huskily once they were both undressed. Flushed, naked, and aroused, Gin hardly able to hold his eyelids open, peeking at Byakuya between gray strands that gleamed silver in the shadowed light.
"Jus' use the blood," the younger shinigami drawled, grinning anew as he pulled the noble down for a kiss, groaning happily and hooking thin legs around Byakuya's thighs to pull him closer.
When the raven-haired noble woke it was still dark outside. Gin wasn't where he'd been when they fell asleep, and after pulling his uniform on loosely Byakuya went looking for the other shinigami.
He found the younger man near the forest outside of the Thirteenth, standing by a thick cluster of trees. He was wearing a different outfit from before, an ornate yukata instead of the standard black and white shihakushou that he'd attended the party in. It was made of light colored silk -- pale gray and with just a hint of cerise -- the embroidery plum and of a design that Byakuya could not discern in the darkness. But it hung loosely to Gin, blowing around him languorously, making him appear even lankier than he already was.
He would have liked to watch the gray-haired man in silence for a moment longer, if only he didn't notice something beating fiercely in Gin's hands. Dark brows furrowing, Byakuya moved closer cautiously, until he surmised that the other shinigami was holding a struggling bird. Its wings fluttered violently, head twisting and bony legs kicking to get free.
"You're hurting it," Byakuya said, his steel-gray eyes widening with dawning realization. Instantly he knew that the bird was in danger, that Gin was planning something disturbing, and yet he felt powerless to prevent it. And so he merely watched as the other shinigami turned his head, looking at Byakuya with his eyes shut once more, his silvery hair floating on a lazy wind. Then faster than Byakuya could blink, the younger man snapped the bird's neck.
"He was a thief, Ku-chan," Gin told him, his tone strangely quiet. He dropped the bird, its lifeless form hitting the ground limply, before striding unhurriedly towards Byakuya. The raven-haired noble took a step back as Gin reached for him, and to his silent horror he saw that the other man's hands were soaked in blood. Horror because he knew that blood had come from something else, as the gray-haired shinigami had killed the bird with a clean blow.
But before Byakuya could get away Gin's hands caught him, wet and uncharacteristically warm as they cupped his face. Warm with the death of something the Kuchiki heir hadn't seen, or warm from holding the bird before he killed it.
It wouldn't be the first time that Byakuya wondered if Gin had to steal the life of others to feel alive himself.
Stroking his thumbs over the noble's cheekbones, smearing Byakuya's fair, alabaster skin with streaks of red, Gin stepped even closer. His eyes opened a fraction, their irises mirroring the blood he painted along Byakuya's flesh. He stared at the older man's mouth and leaned closer to kiss him, so roughly (but somehow with an underlying trace of purity) that the raven-haired Kuchiki nearly choked on his next breath.
"Kept sayin' your name, Ku-chan. Kept sayin' it when it wasn't his t' say."
But Byakuya refused to look at him, his pewter gaze remaining straight ahead.
"Let the lil' misses know that I said hell-o."
"Byakuya-kun?"
"Is that a yes to joining the Shinigami Men's Association?"
What he did know, however, was that his will would never waver.
"No, Ukitake-taichou, it is not a yes," he told the other man, before turning on his heel and walking away.
His refusal of the white-haired captain was only a practiced reenactment, after all.
A habitual rejection of a ghost long since past.
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright
Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright
Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me.
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
Then I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind...
-- "Porcelain" by Moby
Pairing: Byakuya x Gin
Rating: PG-18Warnings: Rated for implied stuff, but nothing graphic
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N: Fics such as this happen when you have a million different scenes in your head, but no time to put them down in a drawn out, multi-chapter story XP The problem with Ukitake Juushirou, Byakuya had realized, was that his coloring was far too distracting. During captain's meetings, or simply when they'd see each other in passing, the Kuchiki heir often found himself watching from beneath lowered lids. Coolly transfixed and silently irritated, though the latter he would not acknowledge openly. He was not stimulated by the attractiveness of it, as some people might see it, but by the fact that it was simply wrong. The hue of Ukitake's hair, along with the shade of his eyes, were frustratingly off-color.
It was in those moments that the raven-haired noble would heave a quiet sigh, the sound of it barely audible. Then he would issue an unvoiced command: a simple, mental uttering of Senbonzakura. The zanpakutou spirit always knew what was being asked of him, and without further prompting he would release his power within Byakuya's inner world, flooding it with a surge of cerise.
The Kuchiki heir would close slate-gray eyes briefly, to see the languid swirl of razor shards that resembled the bloom of a sakura tree. And then he would gaze upon the captain of the Thirteenth once more, through the filter of cherry-blossom pink. He liked to imagine that it made the earth-brown of Ukitake's eyes appear more sanguine, and the white of his hair more lilac-gray.
It was in those moments that the raven-haired noble would heave a quiet sigh, the sound of it barely audible. Then he would issue an unvoiced command: a simple, mental uttering of Senbonzakura. The zanpakutou spirit always knew what was being asked of him, and without further prompting he would release his power within Byakuya's inner world, flooding it with a surge of cerise.
The Kuchiki heir would close slate-gray eyes briefly, to see the languid swirl of razor shards that resembled the bloom of a sakura tree. And then he would gaze upon the captain of the Thirteenth once more, through the filter of cherry-blossom pink. He liked to imagine that it made the earth-brown of Ukitake's eyes appear more sanguine, and the white of his hair more lilac-gray.
But even then it was never to his liking.
Or to his remembering.
He didn't want to visit the Thirteenth Division with his grandfather. The white-haired captain was too cheerful and insistent with his candy, and the tattooed lieutenant was a belligerent fool who liked to hound him. Byakuya could not believe that Shiba Kaien was of "noble" birth like himself, and more often than not he wanted nothing more than to run the man through...
But this time others were there; Aizen Sousuke of the Fifth, and a small boy who couldn't be any older than the raven-haired Kuchiki himself. Yet he wore the shihakushou of a shinigami, and carried with him a zanpakutou...
Grudgingly intrigued, Byakuya watched the young shinigami from afar, carefully eyed the boy's wide smile and strangely slitted gaze. He felt that something wasn't entirely right as he studied the stranger, felt as though he were looking at a slow decay, and that if he continued to stare he himself would start to deteriorate. But even with that sense of foreboding he remained captivated, unable to redirect his curious gaze.
And when the gray-haired boy turned towards him, his pleased grin even wider than it had been before, Byakuya felt his heart throb painfully. It hurt him in a way that he wasn't familiar with, in a way that spelled the beginnings of some inevitable agony; but he only furrowed his brows softly at the strange shinigami, and stood straighter as the other approached him.
But this time others were there; Aizen Sousuke of the Fifth, and a small boy who couldn't be any older than the raven-haired Kuchiki himself. Yet he wore the shihakushou of a shinigami, and carried with him a zanpakutou...
Grudgingly intrigued, Byakuya watched the young shinigami from afar, carefully eyed the boy's wide smile and strangely slitted gaze. He felt that something wasn't entirely right as he studied the stranger, felt as though he were looking at a slow decay, and that if he continued to stare he himself would start to deteriorate. But even with that sense of foreboding he remained captivated, unable to redirect his curious gaze.
And when the gray-haired boy turned towards him, his pleased grin even wider than it had been before, Byakuya felt his heart throb painfully. It hurt him in a way that he wasn't familiar with, in a way that spelled the beginnings of some inevitable agony; but he only furrowed his brows softly at the strange shinigami, and stood straighter as the other approached him.
***
"Kuchiki Byakuya."
"Ku-chan."
Byakuya blanched, anger rising within him instantly at the other boy's smiled-rendering of his name.
"It is not 'Ku-chan,' it's Kuchiki Byakuya! I'm to be the head of the Kuchiki clan! You will call me Kuchiki-sama!"
"I'll call ya Ku-chan, Ku-chan."
Pewter eyes blazed, like the fashioning of a metal blade in the fiery pits of a blacksmith's oven. The noble's hands balled into white-knuckled fists at his side, and his teeth gritted behind a tight-lipped mouth. If he would have known how infuriating the boy truly was... He didn't have to stand for such impudence from a...a commoner. Yes, that's what this shinigami was, with his improper dialect and even more improper way of addressing a noble.
But before he could demand that the gray-haired boy apologize for his insolence, he felt the touch of cold fingers against his own. Not only did the sudden chill of the shinigami's skin make him flinch, but the unexpectedness of such close contact as well. He stared at the young boy with wide eyes, dark brows furrowed as his mouth twisted with anger. He instantly tried tearing his arm away from the other boy, but those wintry fingers clasped around his wrist, strong as iron and steadfast. The young shinigami stared at him with closed eyes, grinning happily.
"Hey, you two over there. Don't get ahead of yourselves, you're too young for that sorta thing."
Both startled and mortified, Byakuya tore his hand from the boy's grasp, then threw his arm towards Shiba Kaien, pointing at the man accusingly. "Silence! I will show you, Shiba Kaien! When I become a seated officer and surpass you!"
The other noble was sitting cross-legged on the porch with Ukitake-taichou and the eldest Kuchiki, the three of them drinking tea. Ginrei shook his head faintly, looking disapproving and mildly exasperated -- and possibly even a little...amused. The white-haired captain, on the other hand, wore an awkward smile, while Shiba Kaien merely stared at the raven-haired boy over the rim of his tea cup, his aquamarine eyes wide. Then he simply laughed, loud and amiably, which only served to fuel Byakuya's enragement.
"Hey, you two over there. Don't get ahead of yourselves, you're too young for that sorta thing."
Both startled and mortified, Byakuya tore his hand from the boy's grasp, then threw his arm towards Shiba Kaien, pointing at the man accusingly. "Silence! I will show you, Shiba Kaien! When I become a seated officer and surpass you!"
The other noble was sitting cross-legged on the porch with Ukitake-taichou and the eldest Kuchiki, the three of them drinking tea. Ginrei shook his head faintly, looking disapproving and mildly exasperated -- and possibly even a little...amused. The white-haired captain, on the other hand, wore an awkward smile, while Shiba Kaien merely stared at the raven-haired boy over the rim of his tea cup, his aquamarine eyes wide. Then he simply laughed, loud and amiably, which only served to fuel Byakuya's enragement.
***
What Byakuya hadn't realized at the time was that his promise to Shiba Kaien would become a promise to the young shinigami of the Fifth Division. Like he had vowed to surpass the werecat at shunpo, he would later vow to prove that his skill as a shinigami was far superior to that of Ichimaru Gin's. It made him all the more willing to enroll in the academy, but much to his discontent he hadn't foreseen the visits from the very boy he was trying to outshine. The young, gray-haired shinigami would appear when Byakuya least expected it, and then he'd disappear just as mysteriously. He never stayed for too long at one time, but he also never stayed away.
And it wasn't Ichimaru's presence alone that was unpleasant, but his rapidly growing show of affection. The raven-haired Kuchiki repeatedly found himself in the other boy's hold, with thin arms around his neck or an icy hand gripping his, Ichimaru leaning close so he could rest his chin on Byakuya's shoulder.
He was hopeless to escape it, and though he tried to dissuade the other boy with indifferent acknowledgment or heated rebuttal, none of it seemed to faze Ichimaru in the least. He continued smiling and continued touching, forcing himself closer to Byakuya with every forbidding nightfall.
***
"Ku-chan, wanna be my wife?"
"That is absurd," Byakuya stated coldly, just barely suppressing a disdainful frown. He stood with arms crossed at the edge of the garden, watching the members of the Thirteenth as they enjoyed themselves with sake. It was dusk and Shiba Kaien had organized a "small" get together for his squad, though it wasn't small by any means. There were green lanterns strung overhead, and even Ukitake-taichou had managed to attend, sitting cross-legged on the porch with some tea. He looked to be in good spirits as well as serene, despite his illness.
The Kuchiki heir had been taken in by the Thirteenth Division once he graduated from the academy. He now wore the black uniform of his gray-haired rival, whose reason for being there at all was still unknown to the noble.
"Why? You're pretty 'nough; pretty as a woman. Even prettier than my Ran-chan."
"I will not dignify that with a response."
"But ya jus' did."
Turning obstinate eyes on the other man, Byakuya simply stared, unamused and with a sternly drawn mouth. Ichimaru watched him with a grin -- the smile that the raven-haired noble had since gotten used to, though in his heart he knew that he should never be so foolish as to take the gesture lightly.
"Let's have our weddin' night right now," Ichimaru murmured, stepping closer to the other shinigami. Byakuya stood his ground, lifting his gaze minutely so he could see the younger man. He was surprised when his gaze was met with startling red, only visible as twin slivers between graying lashes. Still it was enough to stun him, and he didn't move away when Ichimaru leaned forward.
The press of full lips against his own was surprisingly soft, and for a brief moment Byakuya forgot his usual sense of propriety. He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, pliable lips parting a fraction as his heart sped. Ichimaru grinned against his mouth, then pulled the raven-haired noble into an unyielding hug, holding Byakuya flush against him as he took the plunge and deepened their kiss.
***
He couldn't be sure of where they ended up, only that the room was vacant and with a clean futon. He was on top of Gin and the man's eyes were still open -- barely open, but open for longer than they'd ever been prior to that moment. The gray-haired shinigami was kissing him and pushing at his uniform, sliding kosode and shitagi down the noble's pale shoulders.
Byakuya was busy enough as it was trying to undo Gin's hakama, his mind racing a mile a minute and his hands fumbling. It was hard to believe that he was doing this, and with someone as strange and disconcerting as Ichimaru Gin. But there were too many years between them; too many touches; too many light and seemingly innocent kisses pressed to the corner of the noble's mouth.
And those haunting, sanguine eyes held too many dark promises when Byakuya had stared into them.
"We have nothing to ease the passage," he murmured huskily once they were both undressed. Flushed, naked, and aroused, Gin hardly able to hold his eyelids open, peeking at Byakuya between gray strands that gleamed silver in the shadowed light.
"Jus' use the blood," the younger shinigami drawled, grinning anew as he pulled the noble down for a kiss, groaning happily and hooking thin legs around Byakuya's thighs to pull him closer.
***
When the raven-haired noble woke it was still dark outside. Gin wasn't where he'd been when they fell asleep, and after pulling his uniform on loosely Byakuya went looking for the other shinigami.
He found the younger man near the forest outside of the Thirteenth, standing by a thick cluster of trees. He was wearing a different outfit from before, an ornate yukata instead of the standard black and white shihakushou that he'd attended the party in. It was made of light colored silk -- pale gray and with just a hint of cerise -- the embroidery plum and of a design that Byakuya could not discern in the darkness. But it hung loosely to Gin, blowing around him languorously, making him appear even lankier than he already was.
He would have liked to watch the gray-haired man in silence for a moment longer, if only he didn't notice something beating fiercely in Gin's hands. Dark brows furrowing, Byakuya moved closer cautiously, until he surmised that the other shinigami was holding a struggling bird. Its wings fluttered violently, head twisting and bony legs kicking to get free.
"You're hurting it," Byakuya said, his steel-gray eyes widening with dawning realization. Instantly he knew that the bird was in danger, that Gin was planning something disturbing, and yet he felt powerless to prevent it. And so he merely watched as the other shinigami turned his head, looking at Byakuya with his eyes shut once more, his silvery hair floating on a lazy wind. Then faster than Byakuya could blink, the younger man snapped the bird's neck.
"He was a thief, Ku-chan," Gin told him, his tone strangely quiet. He dropped the bird, its lifeless form hitting the ground limply, before striding unhurriedly towards Byakuya. The raven-haired noble took a step back as Gin reached for him, and to his silent horror he saw that the other man's hands were soaked in blood. Horror because he knew that blood had come from something else, as the gray-haired shinigami had killed the bird with a clean blow.
But before Byakuya could get away Gin's hands caught him, wet and uncharacteristically warm as they cupped his face. Warm with the death of something the Kuchiki heir hadn't seen, or warm from holding the bird before he killed it.
It wouldn't be the first time that Byakuya wondered if Gin had to steal the life of others to feel alive himself.
Stroking his thumbs over the noble's cheekbones, smearing Byakuya's fair, alabaster skin with streaks of red, Gin stepped even closer. His eyes opened a fraction, their irises mirroring the blood he painted along Byakuya's flesh. He stared at the older man's mouth and leaned closer to kiss him, so roughly (but somehow with an underlying trace of purity) that the raven-haired Kuchiki nearly choked on his next breath.
"Kept sayin' your name, Ku-chan. Kept sayin' it when it wasn't his t' say."
***
Years later Byakuya did marry. It was an official, honest marriage to a woman he cared for, though the night they shared wasn't nearly as eventful as the one he'd spent with Ichimaru Gin.
He didn't know what kind of reaction to expect from the gray-haired shinigami once news had gotten around, but the morning after the two of them crossed paths, and Gin wore the same grin that he'd always worn. But, somehow, Byakuya could feel a boiling anger bubbling just beneath the surface; felt a shock to his arm when it brushed the other man's. And Gin's hand caught his wrist to stop him from walking any further, his grip painfully tight, rigid and near shaking.
But Byakuya refused to look at him, his pewter gaze remaining straight ahead.
"Let the lil' misses know that I said hell-o."
Gin said it close to the noble's ear, full lips and chill breath teasing Byakuya's flesh. The raven-haired Kuchiki noticed the odd way in which Gin pronounced the last word, but he made no attempt at responding, his jaw stiffly clenched. The other shinigami only continued to grin, his shut eyes pinched around the corners, gripping Byakuya's wrist hard enough to shatter bone. His teeth caught on the noble's ear, and then he let go and vanished.
"Byakuya-kun?"
Blinking slowly, the Kuchiki heir focused on the source of that voice. Ukitake-taichou was standing directly in front of him, his white head of hair tipped to the side in evident questioning. He stared at the younger man with warm brown eyes, and Byakuya was shamed for having let himself get lost in old memories.
"Is that a yes to joining the Shinigami Men's Association?"
Byakuya frowned immediately, slate-gray eyes becoming incredibly bland. For a man of Ukitake Juushirou's sickly state, he was vexingly fervent. It seemed that no matter what the noble told him, no matter how many times he refused, the white-haired captain persisted. The Kuchiki heir did not know how many more times he would have to decline such invites for it to sink into Ukitake's stubborn skull.
What he did know, however, was that his will would never waver.
"No, Ukitake-taichou, it is not a yes," he told the other man, before turning on his heel and walking away.
His refusal of the white-haired captain was only a practiced reenactment, after all.
A habitual rejection of a ghost long since past.
In my dreams I'm dying all the time
Then I wake it's kaleidoscopic mind
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to lie
So this is goodbye
This is goodbye
Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright
Hey, Hey, Hey, Woman, it's alright
Tell the truth you never wanted me
Tell me.
In my dreams I'm jealous all the time
Then I wake I'm going out of my mind
Going out of my mind...
-- "Porcelain" by Moby
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Date: 2010-04-22 10:08 am (UTC)Just wow. I have so never thought about these two, but I really should have, considering all of Gin's snide (and creepy) remarks to Rukia about Byakuya. Gin being so angry at Byakuya for getting married to Hisana... just made so much sense somehow. It's amazing. Gin is probably hiding a shitload of anger behind that smile of his, which gives me shivers. I'm not yet sure if that's good or bad. The sexing would also totally explain why Gin can't stand Rukia, he just sees Hisana when he looks at her, and he'd probably want to do exactly what he did to that poor little bird and snap her neck for every "Nii-sama" she's ever said.
Your Gin also made the Chesire Cat!Gin that lives in the back of my mind somewhere stop napping and grin more than he usually does. He too now wants to go and kill a bird. :P
"I'll call ya Ku-chan, Ku-chan."
That made me lol and think "Oh Gin". I really don't know why. It was just hillarious. And so was ""Ku-chan, wanna be my wife?" So perfect. xD
But thanks for this, I definately needed a fic fix today. You read my mind. ♥
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Date: 2010-04-22 06:36 pm (UTC)The way Gin acts with Rukia really fuels this ship for me. It's my personal head canon that yes, he treats her the way he does because of Hisana. He'd almost like to snap Byakuya's neck too because of Hisana, haha.
I love animals, this fic does not condone animal abuse lol XD
Anyway I'm glad that you read this and liked it. Thank you!!
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Date: 2010-04-23 04:53 am (UTC)Heh. He probably does, but he'll just continue smiling, he might open his eyes though, which is what he does when srs shit is about to go down. That's how I know it's srs bsns. :P
No, me too. I didn't think it would.
I loved it. Awesome job as always bb.
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:48 am (UTC)Oh yea, open eyes for the srs bsns. Meaning that Byakuya should be flattered that Gin actually looked at him for as long as he did.
Ahaha, well I was just joking around! I hope I didn't make you feel sheepish for saying your Gin wanted to kill a bird? That wasn't my intention!
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Date: 2010-04-23 07:20 am (UTC)Exactly, that's how srs Gin is about Byakuya.
Oh no! I know you were joking! It's all good hun *glomps* Damn, we're getting confused again. ^^;; You didn't make me feel sheepish at all. Cat!Gin can't help it, he hunts birds, I can't grudge him that. :P
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Date: 2010-04-23 07:56 am (UTC)Oh, alright good XD I just wanted to make sure, I couldn't really tell, and I know that sometimes it's easy to misunderstand someone over the internet. The confusion was on my part so no worries, everything's fine now~
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Date: 2010-04-23 08:34 am (UTC)I think this is the only Gin/Bya fanart I have. It makes me hope they meet up again soon in canon. And then I have this song,Me Versus You by You Only Love Her Coz Shes Dead. I got terribly addicted to it today, and it got mixed up with your fic in my brain. It's so unlike them really, it sounds like a videogame on crack, but it just fits for them in my brain.
Because my brain is crazy like that.I'll link you to the lyrics too, because it's hard to pick them out unless your know what they are.
Heh. I like that, Grimmjow, King of Hueco Mundo and it's invaders.
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Date: 2010-04-23 08:45 pm (UTC)The song really does sound like a videogame on crack, hehe. There were all kinds of crazy noises at once xD
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Date: 2010-04-24 03:50 am (UTC)Yeah it really does. My brain, it is weird, it think the song suits them because it's so unlike them. ^^;; So hope it wasn't too bad to listen to.
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Date: 2010-04-25 09:57 am (UTC)I hope they reunite tooooo... Though there's no telling what will happen to Gin. I have a feeling that he won't come out of this alive ;_; And that his end is gonna be soon! While Byakuya is still in Hueco Mundo ¬_¬
I'm most enamored with the look of silent outrage on Byakuya's face in that picture, haha. Exactly how he would look in this story when Gin first started up with all the touching ;)
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Date: 2010-04-25 10:04 am (UTC)Urgh, I know. I'm not willing to say he won't come out of this alive. I think he's just too good at avoiding conflict. Even if he's actively seeking it right at this moment. He's too important a character to discard just yet. We haven't seen enough of him. We got pretty much all of Tousen's motives before he died. And he was only in the fold because Aizen couldn't use Kyoka Suigetsu on him to keep him out of it like with everyone else. I have hope for Gin yet. And that him and Byakushi will come face to face sonner or later. So Gin can restart with all the touching. ;)
lol, I know. They've captured Bya so well in that picture ne?
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Date: 2010-04-22 10:28 am (UTC)Ah, I needed some fic. When RL sucks, fic is the obvious solution. This was wonderful. Also, it was beautifully in character, as always, which makes me very happy.
Thankyou! Just what I needed. ♥
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Date: 2010-04-22 06:39 pm (UTC)Awww I'm sorry that RL sucks for you :( But I'm glad that my fic cheered you up, at least somewhat!
Thank you for commenting ♥
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Date: 2010-04-22 11:38 pm (UTC)Thanks. ♥ It's not really that sucky, I just like to whinge a lot. :p
No no, thankyou for writing!
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:50 am (UTC)I like to whine too, so no worries! I just hope things start going better for youu~
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Date: 2010-04-22 02:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-22 08:23 pm (UTC)I love the almost gentle style of storytelling. The events did not feel immediate, they had a kind of (hm, it’s difficult to describe as so much of your work is) faraway quality, like a fairytale in some respects.
My favourite part is the beginning, if only for the different route by which you communicate Byakuya’s need for Gin. I’ve never seen it written like that before; it’s such a fresh and original idea, and is clever in incorporating canon. It really gave me pause and is rather inspiring, I must say.
I love, absolutely love these lines! They just jumped out at me, so poetic and haunting, and the imagery is so vivid and alive. Just wow: ‘Horror because he knew that blood had come from something else...’ and ‘Warm with the death of something the Kuchiki heir hadn't seen, or warm from holding the bird before he killed it.’ I liked the horror of not knowing, (which is easy to relate to) and how one can link that up to Gin’s ambiguous nature. Of course I enjoyed every line, but these made the most impact.
And also: It hurt him in a way that he wasn't familiar with, in a way that spelled the beginnings of some inevitable agony; Beautiful.
Excellent work as always. A joy to read, if a bit of a bugger to review because of the obvious complexity therein XD
P.S. Reading this, I find it easy to believe that Gin could of been responsible for the death of Hisana, which is still rather vague canonically.
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:03 am (UTC)I also can't say enough thank yous that you liked the way it was written. Another thing I was a little iffy about, simply because I didn't want it to seem too disjointed. But when a person remembers important events throughout their lives a lot of the time they remember in snapshots (or at least I do) so that was my goal here. It's good to know that it felt like a fairytale :)
Anyway I don't want my comment to end up even longer than the fic, haha, so I'll just wrap it up by saying one more thank you! I'm so glad that you read this and enjoyed it ♥
P.S. Oh, yes I was actually thinking of that as I wrote this. It definitely wouldn't be surprising at all, and I may even make it my personal head canon.
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Date: 2010-04-22 08:41 pm (UTC)I am getting more and more behind this pair, and its all your fault! *g*
And is it wrong of me to love the fact that Gin killed the bird cause it said Bya's name? Or that he was painting Byakuya's face with evidence of a petty murder?
As for Hisana...creeptastic! And I hurt for Gin...so, so much. *picks up Gin and snuggles him*
Beautiful story sweetie!
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:07 am (UTC)I'm turning you onto Byakuya/Gin, you say? My work here is done XD That makes me insanely happy because I have a lot of love for this pairing. It just makes so much sense in my head. Which is why I (like I've said before) feel bad for my Byakuya, because I've given him little hope for a stable relationship, lol.
It wouldn't be wrong of you at all, I personally thought it was very romantic *g* Then again I do have a sweet tooth for twisted things, so...
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Date: 2010-04-22 11:35 pm (UTC)But the flash back even more so… devastatingly haunting, and what a painful memory (memories).
I too believe that their relationship would’ve begun when they were young teenagers/adults, and would have been like this… with Gin enamored of Byakuya. I love your contrasts of their personalities, the fire still in Byakuya before it is doused.. Gin, just being the mischievous imp that he is. I love the way you describe how Gin infiltrates Byakuya’s world, getting him used to his touch, his words, his lips… kind of like a slow seduction over years.
The killing of the bird was so chilling in its twisted logic… indicative of who Gin is. Barely able to contain (and failing) his destructive and amoral nature (probably so deep under Aizen’s influence by this time; who has mentored his fukutaicho into giving into his sadistic ways), blaming this murderous nature on the victim instead of taking responsibility for his own actions.
Probably proving to Byakuya that they are too opposite in moral compass to be real companions. Hammering the nail into his own coffin, in a way.
Before I get too lengthy, (yet again)… I just want to say that I really loved this fic! It is poignant; ‘mature’ in a way… it’s subtle storytelling that hits hard and deep, but not overwhelming… I hope I’m making sense?
There is an aching loss felt for both sides, both men… and well, the fact that you could make me feel a bit of sadness for Gin is testament itself to your wonderful writing!! :D Also, I LOVE this story for the simple fact that it isn’t either man hurting the other physically, as usual in Gin fic… here it is still truly emotional only; which cuts deeper, hurts longer in the end.
...and i love 'Porcelain'... beautiful choice of song for this fic.. sets the mood perfectly because it was a dream/reminiscing for Byakuya.
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:26 am (UTC)I'm so glad that Gin's being enamored with Byakuya came across. My big thing with these two is that their feelings for the other are genuine. Gin honestly loves Byakuya (in his twisted way, naturally) and it isn't just some game he's playing for sick kicks.
A lot of people seem to portray Gin as the type who delights in torturing his lovers, and that just isn't how I see him (hence the absence of physical violence in this fic). That's something I'd imagine Aizen doing, manipulative bastard he is, but not Gin. Aizen is very conscious and so he goes out of his way to twist and hurt people, but I'm a firm believer that Gin is oddly innocent. If he hurts you or disturbs you it's almost as if he doesn't know any better. When he killed that bird he really saw nothing wrong with it, lol, because in his own world that's just a normality.
Y'know... I agree with you that their moral compasses are so far apart that they really shouldn't be companions. But for whatever reason my Byakuya is eternally drawn to Gin despite the man's dangerous behavior. It's like he understands it and accepts it.
I love Porcelain XD Originally I was going to use the song "Hear Me Out" by Frou Frou, but then Porcelain came on (*is a fan of itunes shuffle*) and I decided to go with that one instead. And when I look at the words I imagine it from Gin's perspective, which kind of ups the ante for me.
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Date: 2010-04-23 12:05 am (UTC)Your Byakuya-bo, too, had me in stitches. "Ku-chan"? Bwahaha! I adored his impotent rage and grandiose gestures of superiority -- I wanted to noogie the little twerp so hard. XD But most of all I enjoyed the subtle evolution of his character -- his distance here feels more like a product of openness than it does one of suppression, as if the pieces of himself were so widely scattered, his fire sputtered out in the void. It leaves me with a whole new appreciation for the pairing, and an expanded view as to the way the characters interact with one another in general.
Gorgeous, haunting work, truly, and thank you for sharing it -- it totally made my evening and washed off a good bit of an otherwise emo day. ♥
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Date: 2010-04-23 06:38 am (UTC)First of all, a matador in pastels being gored by a fucking unicorn is about the best visual I've had in ages. You imagine crazy-creative things and I love you for it.
I'm happy that they've caught my interest too! My list of favorite characters (and characters I want to write) keeps getting bigger and bigger, which delights me.
I was actually hesitant about writing Gin since I've only done him twice before this (and mostly in passing). He's kind of like Mayuri for me, so out there that I constantly have to question my characterization. But hearing that he was dead on, and from a person who's written him so many times--and SO WELL--wow, what a huge compliment. Thank you! Your assessment of him is spot on, too. Gin and negative stimuli do not compute.
Bwahaha, there's a story there. Gin didn't like the way that 'Bya-chan' didn't roll off his tongue effortlessly, so I considered 'Kuya' and he immediately shortened it to 'Ku'. Which, y'know, evokes some funny thoughts for me concerning him and Rangiku.
But before this gets too long
it's already too lateI'll finish up by saying that your thoughts on both Gin and Byakuya were awesome, and it made me feel like I really accomplished what I set out to do. So thank you very much ^_^ ♥(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-23 06:02 pm (UTC)Yes, yes, yes. And thank you.
A unique and tender story with just the right amount of disturbingness to make it truly stand out in my mind.
And you write Gin in a wonderfully compelling way. My breath audibly hitched when he pronounced judgment on the bird, which I presumed to be a mockingbird.
Mockingbirds are some of my favorite creatures in the world. They identify and interact with people, and I used to have a regular morning conversation with one that lived right outside my window. (OK, stop looking at me like that. LOL)
And I apologize for adding something to your story that you didn't intend, but I can't help but imagine Gin's real reason for killing ol' Mockingbird wasn't because it was a thief. He killed it 'cause it was trying to voice a warning.
Awesome.
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Date: 2010-04-23 08:49 pm (UTC)Mockingbirds are beautiful, and it'd be a shame but also eerily beautiful it was a mockingbird that Gin had ahold of.
LUCKY. I wish I had one that came to my window every morning.
Oooooh that's a nice take on it, actually! It wasn't really what I intended but I'm completely open to other people's interpretations of my work, so go ahead :D
Thanks for commenting!