Characters: Hanatarou and Jyuushiro
Warning: Consequences of battle.
A/N: This is a 200 word drabble, also from a different jumble prompt that I posted on Y!Gal for those that wanted to do it.
2) Hanatarou Yamada (Bleach), because... I had to. I need a better Hanatarou icon. Hm...
7) on a battlefield
2) at dawn
4) someone is critically ill or injured
Little Hanatarou scorched his fingers on Genryuusai-soutaichou's reiatsu as he patched the searing power to Ukitake-taichou's ripped soul. The battlefield medic's soul connectors charred and smoked, glowing, but they didn't break. The white-haired Captain writhed, bucked, and screamed as the power bit in, began pulling the rents together.
Hanatarou took a long, shaking breath; the reiatsu Genryuusai-soutaichou could spare would not be quite enough.
Hanatarou plucked the connectors off Genryuusai-soutaichou, and put them on himself.
A hand closed over his. "Don't. I'm not afraid of dying," whispered Ukitake-taichou.
Hanatarou met that green gaze with his own. "Neither am I."
Ukitake-taichou searched his face, hand firmly holding his cold, stung fingers. The Captain nodded. "Do what you must."
They both screamed this time.
Hanatarou awoke when light touched his eyelids. That steady grip still held his hand. He sighed, opened his eyes, and saw Ukitake-taichou sitting seiza by him, watching the sun rise.
A battle cry sounded in the distance.
Ukitake-taichou released his hand and bowed all the way to the ground. "Your courage has brought us both through, Yamada-kun. Domo arigato gozaimashita."
He straightened with a smile that started Hanatarou crying, and disappeared in a flash step back into the fight.