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Bleach: Always Together

I WROTE HET WTF. *laughs* Actually, this is one of the few canon pairings in Bleach that I ship, and I suspect that whether you see the fic as fluff or angst will depend on how well you know the fandom. Or something. Less talk, more fic, yes? On with the show. The Bleach index is here.

Title: Always Together
Series: None
Word Count: 376
Rating: G
Disclaimer Post
Summary: I really need you to justify me, open my mind to the things I can be.
Notes: luxken27 asked for her Fandom Surprise prompt "justify me" (from the song listed in my music) to be rewritten for Bleach. The song itself and the fact that she's really not a slasher provided the inspiration. Oh, and I should probably mention here that I'm not up-to-date on Bleach at the moment, so if there's more information available now about Isshin's time as a captain that we didn't know around...the time Kazeshini was revealed, then I haven't heard it.


Isshin had lived for a very long time, and he’d done more in those years than he cared to think about, most days. When he looked at how far he’d come from that life—lying on the grass with his head in Masaki’s lap while their children played just a few feet away, instead of leading child-soldiers and old ghosts into a bloody, uncertain future—somehow, “remarkable” just didn’t quite cover it. There was no doubt to whom he owed his miraculous turnaround, though.

Isshin looked up at Masaki—his wife, the mother of his children, and the woman who made his life worthwhile. With her, he was a man and a father, not a shinigami captain and a blood-soaked killer. He could be more, could be better, if it was for her. “You justify me, have I ever told you that?” he murmured.

She started and gave him a look that was half “I love you, you dork” and half “you’ve lost your mind.” “What did you say?” she asked just as softly.

“You justify me,” he repeated, not sure where the unusual combination of words came from, but absolutely certain they were correct. “You’re my guiding light, my hope, my reason for living this life—I don’t know what I’d do without you, Masaki. I don’t know what I’d be without you, except that it couldn’t possibly compare to this.”

Masaki laughed and leaned down to kiss him. “You’d turn all your lab coats pink, end up in the hospital with food poisoning and forget trash day for a month straight, but you’d still be my Isshin.” Her gaze drifted over to where Karin was successfully bullying both her siblings.

That Ichigo. He was going to be picked on for the rest of his life, at this rate. Maybe they should try and get him a little training? Nothing like what Isshin himself had undergone, but a little knowledge of martial arts surely wouldn’t go amiss. He’d turned back to Masaki and opened his mouth to say as much when the look on her face completely took his breath away.

“Our family is strong,” she said decisively. “Whatever comes, we’ll get through it together.”

Isshin couldn’t help but smile. “Together,” he agreed. “Always together.”

Comments

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luxken27
Dec. 6th, 2009 11:57 pm (UTC)
Oooh, thank you! =) This is beautiful (and I apologize for not actually getting to read it before now ~ but it was certainly worth the wait!). I kinda got both the fluffy and angsty vibe from it, probably due to those last two lines. It's like you can sense something foreboding heading their way, but you want to revel in the fluff and happiness anyway.
zangetsugirl
Dec. 8th, 2009 04:39 am (UTC)
There's no way to explain that foreboding without giving you a chunk of backstory, and if you enjoyed it without that, then I don't know if it's necessary or not.

Put it this way: Masaki herself is not a part of Bleach's main storyline, but her memory is such a huge part of her family that...I've been staring at this sentence for five minutes and I still don't know how to end it. Ichigo calls her "the center of our universe," and I guess that's as close as you get. It's hard--for me, at least--to write about Masaki without going a little wistful, at the very least. At the same time, she seems to be such a joyful character, so...

Long story short: families are complicated and I ramble too much. Or something.
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