A Peek Under the Hat

Fandom: Bleach
Character: Kyouraku Shunsui
Rating: G
Summary: Shunsui takes a nap.
Word Count: 438

To everyone else in Soul Society Kyouraku Shunsui slept on the roof of the Eighth Division.

To Shunsui, that sentence conveyed nearly nothing of what his experience was on that roof.

For him, the rough edges of the warm roof tiles cut reassuringly into regular intervals along his back, arms, and legs. They lent an illusion of solidity, stability under the delicious delirium of the open sky all above him and all around him. After two thousand years of building, honing, and empowering his reiatsu, it was the easiest way to rest. Even quiescent, it was powerful enough, on the ground, to bring the moods, humors, and murderous rages from everyone within miles to him. Up on the roof, he could sleep and allow the ghost of his powers to ribbon up into the air, and only lend him dreams of swift flight, slow moving clouds, or the patient fall of life-giving sun.

The pink over-kimono reflected most of the sun's heat, allowing nothing but the kiss of warmth through. Breezes played through his hat, caressing his hair. Sometimes flowers or leaves would fall to rest upon him, their faint weight, their quiet calm resignation to withering made good company. From here he could hear just the faint sounds of the laughter and banging on the practice grounds, the cheerful chatter of the Eighth Division as it ate its meals, and he relished their youth and enthusiasm.

Inside his head, his heart there were the two parts of his soul, each doing what came naturally to them. The one bone god, demon god laughed and rolled and counted the bones of every companion lost, everyone he had defended which had died, every enemy rolled to dust, every life lost as his own life rolled on. There were reasons why Shunsui drank when he was awake. The other sang or wept poetry of all the transient beauties of life, of two thousand springs of lost cherry blossoms, two thousand falls of dying leaves, two thousand winters of flying snow, and two thousand summers of cicadas lost when summer was gone. It celebrated and mourned the countless beauties and pleasures of life that lasted less than a night, less than his life. There were reasons why Shunsui made love, buried himself in sensuality as if his life depended on it.

With all that in his head, it might, or might not, be forgiven that he'd forgotten, yet again, the staff meeting at 10 am. And so, Kyouraku Shunsui spent his morning up on the roof, napping up in the sunshine and open air, and no one else was the wiser.
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Just -- aww. Lovely.

(Note: "the ghost of his powers streamer up into the air" should be "the ghost of his powers to stream up into the air"?)
That's gorgeous... I love that character, and you captured him perfectly!
Thank you! I wanted to see what was in his head, and realized it had to be poetry...
Thank you! I was having problems with him in something else I was writing, so I really appreciate your stating that I got him dead on in this one.
Wow~ So Shunsui and I loved your characterization of him :D Thanks for sharing this! Just ... wow XD Much love for this piece.
I read this after reading 'A Peek in the Garden' (which I'm going to comment on next :D). This is so fascinating to me, as Shunsui seems to have such a solid, multi-facetted character, albeit one we haven't been privy to yet. What I mean is, in the manga and the anime I have such a sense of him as a person, but we've only seen glimpses of what lies beneath - silly, romantic, understanding, peaceful, protective, brave, ancient etc. There are a lot of sides to him, and you've done a beautiful job of fleshing them out. I particularly love the idea of his twin zanpakuto being like two separate personalities within himself, but each being the flip side of the same coin, and each being a part of him but separate. It's really lovely.
Thank you, so much.

I was writing Twin Souls and had done the first four chapters all from Jyuushiro's point of view, and then Shunsui said it as his turn.

And I was bemused and said, "Well, you're going to have to show yourself to me, first."

And this is what came out. And, after that, I could write TS from his point of view, too. Something filled in, somewhere with this piece. So...

I'm very glad you enjoyed this and found it to work for you. Yeah, his zanpakuto is very important to him, I think, and is a constant companion the way Jyuushiro is. As it's what he needs in order to fight. Ukitake's zanpakuto seems a lot more tight-lipped. *laughter* I still haven't gotten a great feel for them, yet.