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bleachfemslash:D Just joined, but I've lurked for a while. I wrote this a reeeally long time ago (read: about 6 mos.) and just now remembered it XD;; And about the recent spoilers... it started as a theory, and with recent chapters.. was pretty much proven to be true.
XD;;; Note that I am no writer. Much better at drawing. This just kinda... appeared out of nowhere.
Fic Title: Half of Anything
Author Name: Kotonaru
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Ch. 207... sorta..
Short Summary: Yachiru’s favorite thing used to be watching her Ken-chan fight. Now it’s watching Ururu do, well, anything. Takes place in the future.
Pairing: YachiruxUruru
Yachiru’s favorite thing used to be watching her Ken-chan fight. Now it’s watching Ururu do, well, anything.
It’s not like she thinks of herself as a romantic or anything. Yachiru could care less about running through a field of flowers and springtime and chocolates, though daisies were fun to pop the heads off of (especially if it was aimed at ol’ Baldy) and she really did like anything that contained ungodly amounts of sugar.
Only Ururu knows she really is a romantic. Not the field of flowers kind of romance, but the kind with blood, gore, and the poetry of swords clashing. Seeing the beauty in that makes Ururu believe that the pink-haired teen is the most romantic of them all. Not that she’d ever tell her that.
Anyway, yes, now Yachiru’s favorite thing is to watch Ururu. Sometimes Yachiru will stop by the Urahara Shop to visit and Ururu is restocking shelves or sweeping with her back turned to the entrance, completely absorbed in whatever it is she’s doing. The young shinigami will stand by the entrance with a small smile and watch her… whatever they were. Girlfriends? Lovers?
The black-haired girl will be oblivious, of course, until the back of her neck prickles and she’ll start with a small squeak and whirl around to face her guest. Yachiru will then burst with her thousand-watt smile and bounce over to Ururu, wrapping her arms around the slightly taller girl’s neck and giving her a peck on the lips before looking at her squarely to make sure she has Ururu’s full attention, then the shinigami enters a detailed review of everything that’s happened since the last time she saw her.
Sometimes when Yachiru comes to visit, Kisuke and Jinta will be there. Kisuke will beam good-naturedly and the pink-haired shinigami will wonder if Ururu can die from too much blood rushing to her face as she blushes dark enough to make Yachiru’s ‘brick red’ crayons she used to color all over Soul Society with turn green with envy. The other girl's reaction will only egg the shopkeeper on as he leaves the girls (sometimes dragging a growling Jinta) “to have their fun” and reminds them to close up shop if they’re going to do “it”. Though Ururu will blush no less if it’s only Jinta in the shop, he’ll ignore it. Instead, he will glare maliciously at Yachiru and promise her a long and painful death if anything happens to his favorite “follower” (nevermind that she is already dead and that Ururu is perfectly capable of taking care of herself).
And sometimes, though Ururu doesn’t know it, Yachiru will watch the other girl in the middle of a calm night from the window in her room. The small shinigami knows she should be patrolling for hollows… but it’s a quiet night, right? She’s guessed that Kisuke is well aware of her nightly visits, but he hasn't said anything about it yet. The man knows his helper is safe and, though he’s never said this either, he’s thankful the young shinigami was able to bring the reserved girl out of her shell, who in turn managed to do the impossible and reign in the wild child shinigami. Two halves of a whole, he wonders if Ururu was made for the pink powerhouse. Then he’ll decide that, no, they were made for each other. But he’ll never tell them that.
End.
XD;;; Note that I am no writer. Much better at drawing. This just kinda... appeared out of nowhere.
Fic Title: Half of Anything
Author Name: Kotonaru
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Ch. 207... sorta..
Short Summary: Yachiru’s favorite thing used to be watching her Ken-chan fight. Now it’s watching Ururu do, well, anything. Takes place in the future.
Pairing: YachiruxUruru
Yachiru’s favorite thing used to be watching her Ken-chan fight. Now it’s watching Ururu do, well, anything.
It’s not like she thinks of herself as a romantic or anything. Yachiru could care less about running through a field of flowers and springtime and chocolates, though daisies were fun to pop the heads off of (especially if it was aimed at ol’ Baldy) and she really did like anything that contained ungodly amounts of sugar.
Only Ururu knows she really is a romantic. Not the field of flowers kind of romance, but the kind with blood, gore, and the poetry of swords clashing. Seeing the beauty in that makes Ururu believe that the pink-haired teen is the most romantic of them all. Not that she’d ever tell her that.
Anyway, yes, now Yachiru’s favorite thing is to watch Ururu. Sometimes Yachiru will stop by the Urahara Shop to visit and Ururu is restocking shelves or sweeping with her back turned to the entrance, completely absorbed in whatever it is she’s doing. The young shinigami will stand by the entrance with a small smile and watch her… whatever they were. Girlfriends? Lovers?
The black-haired girl will be oblivious, of course, until the back of her neck prickles and she’ll start with a small squeak and whirl around to face her guest. Yachiru will then burst with her thousand-watt smile and bounce over to Ururu, wrapping her arms around the slightly taller girl’s neck and giving her a peck on the lips before looking at her squarely to make sure she has Ururu’s full attention, then the shinigami enters a detailed review of everything that’s happened since the last time she saw her.
Sometimes when Yachiru comes to visit, Kisuke and Jinta will be there. Kisuke will beam good-naturedly and the pink-haired shinigami will wonder if Ururu can die from too much blood rushing to her face as she blushes dark enough to make Yachiru’s ‘brick red’ crayons she used to color all over Soul Society with turn green with envy. The other girl's reaction will only egg the shopkeeper on as he leaves the girls (sometimes dragging a growling Jinta) “to have their fun” and reminds them to close up shop if they’re going to do “it”. Though Ururu will blush no less if it’s only Jinta in the shop, he’ll ignore it. Instead, he will glare maliciously at Yachiru and promise her a long and painful death if anything happens to his favorite “follower” (nevermind that she is already dead and that Ururu is perfectly capable of taking care of herself).
And sometimes, though Ururu doesn’t know it, Yachiru will watch the other girl in the middle of a calm night from the window in her room. The small shinigami knows she should be patrolling for hollows… but it’s a quiet night, right? She’s guessed that Kisuke is well aware of her nightly visits, but he hasn't said anything about it yet. The man knows his helper is safe and, though he’s never said this either, he’s thankful the young shinigami was able to bring the reserved girl out of her shell, who in turn managed to do the impossible and reign in the wild child shinigami. Two halves of a whole, he wonders if Ururu was made for the pink powerhouse. Then he’ll decide that, no, they were made for each other. But he’ll never tell them that.
End.
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Date: 2006-01-06 01:10 am (UTC)(I posted a fic a while back about them, but it wasn't as good as this...)
I loved the phrase "pink powerhouse" :p
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Date: 2006-01-06 01:42 am (UTC)XD I really like that phrase, too. Unfortunately, I don't think I could get away with using it more than once, or I totally would.
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Date: 2006-01-06 01:53 am (UTC)We'll be pioneers! ...or something!