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Ficbits: The Shinigami of Fire Country |
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These are ficbits for another story I'm working on, entitled The Shinigami of Fire Country. It's another crossover. This time it's Naruto and Bleach. These are of a more solemn tone then T8&tPoA.
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“Why do you wear a mask, Kurosaki-san?” Sakura asked the mysterious older brother of their charge. They got the impression of smile through thin, dark fabric and the crinkling of his one visible eye.
“Why does your sensei wear one, Haruno-san?” he replied, glancing at the silver-haired man. Sakura looked puzzled, before Sasuke spoke.
“He wears it to get talked about.” A look passed between the elder Kurosaki and the younger one before Michihito spoke again.
“I wear mine because I don’t wish to frighten anyone.” He said cryptically. All six of the younger ninja looked mostly mystified, but Kakashi and Kurenai exchanged glances and examined the man in a ninja’s perspective. There was a lacy network of silvery-white scar tissue adorning the fingers of his right hand and on the small amount of skin visible around his good eye. He had to have been in a massive accident.
“Why do you cover your left eye, then?” Kiba asked insistently. Karin perked up.
“Ooh, show them your eye, oniichan! It’s so neat!” she exclaimed. The two sensei were immediately on guard, not visibly, just in case his eye was something harmful, like Kakashi’s own sharingan. Once again everyone got the impression of the flickery smile and he nodded before lifting a hand and rolling up the soft cloth covering. His eye was closed, giving them an excellent view of the horizontal scar crossing the lid. He opened it and all the children gasped. Inside was a perfect sphere of flat, cloudy glass.
“Ooh, that’s kinda creepy, innit?” Naruto said, once more breaking several rules of social etiquette. “But really cool at the same time!” Michihito dropped a hand to ruffle the spiky blonde locks before pulling the cloth back down.
“What was your name?” he asked.
“Uzumaki Naruto!” Naruto exclaimed happily. Kakashi glanced semi-worriedly at the black-haired man.
“Then thank you, Naruto-kun,” was all he said, with the utmost sincerity evident in his voice. “Thank you.”
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They had just stopped in front of a building bearing the title of the ‘Kurosaki Clinic’ when a woman jumped in front of Michihito. His hand twitched towards the hilt of his sword, but otherwise he showed no signs of being startled.
“What can I do for you, Shirogane-san?” he asked, posture changing subtly to the stance of someone who was in a command position. The woman was panting and wide-eyed. “Nothing life-threatening, I hope.” She shook her head, still trying to regain her breath. “Take your time. Breathe, Shirogane-chan.” She took some deep breaths and then assumed a formal military stance.
“Kyuuzeki Shirogane Mihane delivering a message for Kurosaki Michihito-fukutaicho from Kuchiki Byakuya-taicho!” she made a quick formal bow. “Do you want the message now?” she asked, eyes flicking towards Michihito’s motley crew. He waved his hand dismissively and nodded. “Very well. Sir, Byakuya-taicho is wondering when the bloody hell you’re going to come in this time.” Michihito chuckled.
“Tell him, Mihane-san, that if he’s so eager to see me he can come and get me himself.” Mihane looked uncertain, then smiled cheerfully again.
“As you say, sir. What sort of flowers would you like at your funeral?” Michihito looked thoughtful.
“I’ve always been partial to purple iris.” Mihane made a note in the stack of paper she was carrying.
“Right, sir. I’ll see to it.” She skipped off, presumably to deliver the message. There was a deathly silence. Then Karin sighed.
“One of these days he’s actually going to kill you for being late.” Michihito nodded sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head.
“He has to catch me first, imotochan.”
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 Fuzen-sama · Sun Aug 26, 2007 @ 10:30pm · 2 Comments |
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