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quiet_curiosity) wrote2006-12-02 06:14 pm
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Title: Happenstance
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ishida, Nemu
Words: 519
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Bleach is the brainchild of Kubo Tite and is distributed by Shueisha in Japan and Viz Media in the US. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: Reflections on a chance meeting.
For31_days. Prompt December 2, 2gether/ ~I didn’t know we’d come to be, it is fate that we met~
She came out of nowhere, literally.
It was a shock to see her bound confidently into the scene and into his line of fire. Of course, Ishida had not wanted to fight her in the first place. Only a coward would throw someone else into a battle as personal as theirs had been. But he expected no better from a shinigami such as this. It seemed that everyone Kurotsuchi Mayuri came into contact with contained the potential to be his pawn. Why should his daughter be any different? It had sickened him to eventually see her slumped to the side of the battlefield, her body more broken than his own. Is this the cost of loyalty?
Despite it all, she still worried for Kurotsuchi and thanked Ishida for sparing his life. Still, she gave him the antidote to his poison. She confused him. He couldn’t forgive the slights of his father. How could she forgive the man who treats her life with such bare concern? When he left her that day he was certain that he would forget about her in a matter of hours.
Why did she still infect his thoughts so many months later? It was an accident that they had met. She couldn’t be more important to him than she appeared to be. Could she?
* * *
At first glance, she knew that he considered himself some sort of white knight.
The moon glare bouncing off his “armor” slightly blinded her as she made her move. But her task for this night meant running interference and she could not fail her father, not against this man. The Quincy had resisted their part of the fight. Was it perhaps a sign of chivalry? Her father told her that all forms of chivalry were lies perpetrated to keep society running. Chivalry wasn’t something to be believed.
Yet the Quincy seemed genuinely horrified by her father’s treatment of her. He would have moved to help her had Ashisogi Jizou’s neurotoxin not been activated. He wasn’t accustomed to the exact way in which a shinigami dismantles his challengers. He was obviously in a world he didn’t understand. At many moments during the fight, Nemu had thought the Quincy a goner. Each time he came back stronger than ever.
She knew that it wasn’t an intentional act of kindness that led him to spare her father’s life. It was his right to kill his challenger. It wasn’t a kindness that would have been afforded to the Quincy had their roles been reversed.
His behavior after the fight had shocked her. Why did he check on her afterward? Nemu was just as much his enemy as her father. Why would he show her kindness? She returned to him to the only kindness she could offer: the antidote. When he left, she was glad to see him go. He actually seemed to follow the path of chivalry. He confused her too much to be useful.
Except now, his memory crept into her thoughts at awkward times. She recognized that their meeting was nothing more than happenstance. How could it still seem to be so important now?
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ishida, Nemu
Words: 519
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Bleach is the brainchild of Kubo Tite and is distributed by Shueisha in Japan and Viz Media in the US. I receive no monetary benefit from this work.
Summary: Reflections on a chance meeting.
For
31_days. Prompt December 2, 2gether/ ~I didn’t know we’d come to be, it is fate that we met~She came out of nowhere, literally.
It was a shock to see her bound confidently into the scene and into his line of fire. Of course, Ishida had not wanted to fight her in the first place. Only a coward would throw someone else into a battle as personal as theirs had been. But he expected no better from a shinigami such as this. It seemed that everyone Kurotsuchi Mayuri came into contact with contained the potential to be his pawn. Why should his daughter be any different? It had sickened him to eventually see her slumped to the side of the battlefield, her body more broken than his own. Is this the cost of loyalty?
Despite it all, she still worried for Kurotsuchi and thanked Ishida for sparing his life. Still, she gave him the antidote to his poison. She confused him. He couldn’t forgive the slights of his father. How could she forgive the man who treats her life with such bare concern? When he left her that day he was certain that he would forget about her in a matter of hours.
Why did she still infect his thoughts so many months later? It was an accident that they had met. She couldn’t be more important to him than she appeared to be. Could she?
* * *
At first glance, she knew that he considered himself some sort of white knight.
The moon glare bouncing off his “armor” slightly blinded her as she made her move. But her task for this night meant running interference and she could not fail her father, not against this man. The Quincy had resisted their part of the fight. Was it perhaps a sign of chivalry? Her father told her that all forms of chivalry were lies perpetrated to keep society running. Chivalry wasn’t something to be believed.
Yet the Quincy seemed genuinely horrified by her father’s treatment of her. He would have moved to help her had Ashisogi Jizou’s neurotoxin not been activated. He wasn’t accustomed to the exact way in which a shinigami dismantles his challengers. He was obviously in a world he didn’t understand. At many moments during the fight, Nemu had thought the Quincy a goner. Each time he came back stronger than ever.
She knew that it wasn’t an intentional act of kindness that led him to spare her father’s life. It was his right to kill his challenger. It wasn’t a kindness that would have been afforded to the Quincy had their roles been reversed.
His behavior after the fight had shocked her. Why did he check on her afterward? Nemu was just as much his enemy as her father. Why would he show her kindness? She returned to him to the only kindness she could offer: the antidote. When he left, she was glad to see him go. He actually seemed to follow the path of chivalry. He confused her too much to be useful.
Except now, his memory crept into her thoughts at awkward times. She recognized that their meeting was nothing more than happenstance. How could it still seem to be so important now?