February 13th, 2009

happy_ukitake, ponytail_ukitake

drabble for sophiap: Tastes

Title: Tastes
Fandom: Bleach
Requester: sophiap
Request: Jyuushiro and Kaien cooking
A/N: I'll have to admit that the spirit of xxxHolic might have floated by on this one, since I know she reads that as well.

"Sit down, Taichou."

Jyuushiro sits. He coughs, gets a look, and watches as his young fukutaichou tastes, tests, and prepares the two thousand yen an ounce matcha with exactly the same intensity of attention as the leftover rice from yesterday's dinner.

Kaien tries an umeboshi before setting them out.

He spoons out the steaming rice, ladles on the green tea, and hands Jyuushiro the double-portion bowl, before taking a regular bowl for himself.

Jyuushiro nibbles the salt, sour, sweet of the umeboshi, slurps a spoonful of the grass-scented pale green rice and tastes attention, respect, and memory.

"It's very good."
Jyuushiro and Shunsui

drabble for bloodthirstylt: Warmth

Title: Warmth
Fandom: Bleach
Requester: bloodthirstylt
Request: Ukitake, Shunsui and a blanket (it turned fluuuuuuffy, with a tang of angst)

"Jyuushiro..." Shunsui did not like the set of Jyuushiro's shoulders. "Come on, you need it."

"Do not."

"Do too. Damnit, what are two thousand-year-olds doing reverting to two-year-old tactics?"

"I'm not."

"Are too.

"Am not."

"Shit."

Jyuushiro's laugh turned into more coughing.

Shunsui growled, swept the slighter man up in his arms. He didn't struggle as Shunsui wrapped the blanket about him.

"Why won't you use this blanket?"

"Don't... want.... blood... on it," Jyuushiro managed.

"Idiot. You can wash it out, or throw it away."

Jyuushiro shook his head. "Kaien's."

Shunsui sagged.

Jyuushiro leaned close. "He'd... want... me... warm... too."