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valmoraTitle: Holiday Incentives
Rating: a racy PG-13 for implications
Fandom: Bleach (never rains but it floods) AU
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin, implied Kuchiki Byakuya/Abarai Renji
Disclaimer: Not mine, yo.
Notes: Inspired by the mood I got from this image and the bad thoughts I got from this one. Both taken from this site. Gosh, I should pay the artist or something for all the hotlinking I do. o.O;;
This piece is another in the world of the Gali and Val Bleach AU, but the first about Aizen and Ichimaru in that AU.
Summary: Gin is trying to be sensitive. Abarai is just sex-deprived, or at least angry.
It's the week before Thanksgiving, and all through the school, not a one is unhappy, not even the -
Well, Gin's English teacher is unhappy because he is looking at her through the corner of his eyes and telling her, chin on his hand, that of course he didn't write the essay on Heart of Darkness. Because he had nothing to say and couldn't answer the question.
She stares at him, dumbfounded or perhaps only distressed by his utter lack of care - he's an AP student; he shouldn't be acting like this, not the first semester of senior year - and then says, "No credit, then."
"All right," he agrees, turning back to his conversation with one of the transfer students, who is wide-eyed.
"You really aren't going to do it?" she asks, and Gin shrugs.
"Nah," he says. "Why should I? Th'teacher's already given me a zero for the assignment. Not like I'm going to be able to get the points back no matter how hard I work."
The exchange student licks her lips, closes her mouth. "Did you really not know what to say?"
He grins at her, one-sided. "Doesn't matter. Wouldn't have written it anyway. Harvard students got home this weekend. Well, mine did." He brushes a thumb over one of the creases in his palm, leaning over the desk as though daring the exchange student to comment. "Wasn't going to spend my parents' anniversary vacation doing homework."
There is a pause while she processes this, opening her mouth to say something before Abarai, behind her, leans forward a little and says, without looking at Gin, "What he wants to say is he spent the weekend in bed. With his boyfriend. Who attends Harvard. You would know this if you had gone here last year, when they PDA'd in the halls like one of them had a battery that was about to run out of charge. Thank God for small miracles and Aizen's fucking graduation."
"Your input is appreciated," Gin observes, smile widening at the expression on the girl's face. "Traumatizing, though, I think. Do you need smelling salts?" The last directed towards the young woman.
She manages to say "No" without stuttering too much, turns away from him and tries to concentrate on the class.
"Well, the thing is," Gin says, slouching a little in the chair and still talking to the girl, "Listening to our red-headed friend's attitudes towards premarital sex - especially when there can't be anything but when you're living anywhere in the United States outside Massachusetts - is really very interesting, because you'd think from his anger at my behavior," and here Gin puts a hand on his own chest, as though in protest but mostly in demonstration, "that he was utterly heterosexual and absolutely detested my unabashed deviance. However, given the rumours I've been hearing recently, his little show of temper is just blue balls, which is quite sad. Goodness knows why he'd want our class's salutatorian when there are plenty of more willing candidates-"
"Just. Shut. Up," Abarai says, teeth gritted, staring straight ahead.
"Darling," Gin says, grin widening, "I think you need to loosen up."
Rating: a racy PG-13 for implications
Fandom: Bleach (never rains but it floods) AU
Pairing: Aizen Sousuke/Ichimaru Gin, implied Kuchiki Byakuya/Abarai Renji
Disclaimer: Not mine, yo.
Notes: Inspired by the mood I got from this image and the bad thoughts I got from this one. Both taken from this site. Gosh, I should pay the artist or something for all the hotlinking I do. o.O;;
This piece is another in the world of the Gali and Val Bleach AU, but the first about Aizen and Ichimaru in that AU.
Summary: Gin is trying to be sensitive. Abarai is just sex-deprived, or at least angry.
It's the week before Thanksgiving, and all through the school, not a one is unhappy, not even the -
Well, Gin's English teacher is unhappy because he is looking at her through the corner of his eyes and telling her, chin on his hand, that of course he didn't write the essay on Heart of Darkness. Because he had nothing to say and couldn't answer the question.
She stares at him, dumbfounded or perhaps only distressed by his utter lack of care - he's an AP student; he shouldn't be acting like this, not the first semester of senior year - and then says, "No credit, then."
"All right," he agrees, turning back to his conversation with one of the transfer students, who is wide-eyed.
"You really aren't going to do it?" she asks, and Gin shrugs.
"Nah," he says. "Why should I? Th'teacher's already given me a zero for the assignment. Not like I'm going to be able to get the points back no matter how hard I work."
The exchange student licks her lips, closes her mouth. "Did you really not know what to say?"
He grins at her, one-sided. "Doesn't matter. Wouldn't have written it anyway. Harvard students got home this weekend. Well, mine did." He brushes a thumb over one of the creases in his palm, leaning over the desk as though daring the exchange student to comment. "Wasn't going to spend my parents' anniversary vacation doing homework."
There is a pause while she processes this, opening her mouth to say something before Abarai, behind her, leans forward a little and says, without looking at Gin, "What he wants to say is he spent the weekend in bed. With his boyfriend. Who attends Harvard. You would know this if you had gone here last year, when they PDA'd in the halls like one of them had a battery that was about to run out of charge. Thank God for small miracles and Aizen's fucking graduation."
"Your input is appreciated," Gin observes, smile widening at the expression on the girl's face. "Traumatizing, though, I think. Do you need smelling salts?" The last directed towards the young woman.
She manages to say "No" without stuttering too much, turns away from him and tries to concentrate on the class.
"Well, the thing is," Gin says, slouching a little in the chair and still talking to the girl, "Listening to our red-headed friend's attitudes towards premarital sex - especially when there can't be anything but when you're living anywhere in the United States outside Massachusetts - is really very interesting, because you'd think from his anger at my behavior," and here Gin puts a hand on his own chest, as though in protest but mostly in demonstration, "that he was utterly heterosexual and absolutely detested my unabashed deviance. However, given the rumours I've been hearing recently, his little show of temper is just blue balls, which is quite sad. Goodness knows why he'd want our class's salutatorian when there are plenty of more willing candidates-"
"Just. Shut. Up," Abarai says, teeth gritted, staring straight ahead.
"Darling," Gin says, grin widening, "I think you need to loosen up."
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Date: 2006-10-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(Actually, does AU!Aizen go into law or politics? He doesn't seem like the doctor type to me. Because depending on which one it is, his and Gin's adult lives could get extremely interesting.)
(which reminds me of the saga of ran-for-governor Jim Ryan in Illinois, the only man who lost an election for wanting to have sex with his wife and makes me laugh. Not, obviously, that that's relevant)