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dorksidefikerTitle: Scarf
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji/Byakuya
Prompt: Table 3/26. Here
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG
Summary: The blood won’t come out.
Warnings: Slashy, if you squint.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The scarf in Renji’s hands was worth enough to buy ten mansions. Or at least, it had been until Renji’s blood had seeped into it, staining the pristine white silk an ugly red that had soon faded to brown when the blood had dried. All of Renji’s efforts had done little to restore the scarf to it’s former glory, much to his ongoing frustration.
Getting Captain Kuchiki’s scarf clean again had become something of an obsession to him. He spent more time on the stained silk than he did caring for his own clothes… though it could be said that the scarf was his. Kuchiki Byakuya had certainly expressed no desire for it’s return. Still, Renji didn’t really think of it as his own, even as he scrubbed at the ugly brown stains.
“What are you doing?”
Byakuya’s slow, measured tones nearly caused Renji to jump out of his skin. The captain quietly plucked the scarf from Renji’s fingers as his subordinate attempted to come up with a good explanation. He stretched the scarf out, then in a swift, graceful motion, dropped the still wet cloth around Renji’s shoulders. Water soaked through Renji’s shihakusho to his skin, raising goosebumps as Byakuya studied him, dark eyes unreadable.
“The stains were well earned,” the captain of the 6th company said, “and should be worn with pride.” He reached out, running a thumb along the material at Renji’s neck, then swept out like cherry blossoms swept away on the wind.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: Bleach
Characters: Renji/Byakuya
Prompt: Table 3/26. Here
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG
Summary: The blood won’t come out.
Warnings: Slashy, if you squint.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The scarf in Renji’s hands was worth enough to buy ten mansions. Or at least, it had been until Renji’s blood had seeped into it, staining the pristine white silk an ugly red that had soon faded to brown when the blood had dried. All of Renji’s efforts had done little to restore the scarf to it’s former glory, much to his ongoing frustration.
Getting Captain Kuchiki’s scarf clean again had become something of an obsession to him. He spent more time on the stained silk than he did caring for his own clothes… though it could be said that the scarf was his. Kuchiki Byakuya had certainly expressed no desire for it’s return. Still, Renji didn’t really think of it as his own, even as he scrubbed at the ugly brown stains.
“What are you doing?”
Byakuya’s slow, measured tones nearly caused Renji to jump out of his skin. The captain quietly plucked the scarf from Renji’s fingers as his subordinate attempted to come up with a good explanation. He stretched the scarf out, then in a swift, graceful motion, dropped the still wet cloth around Renji’s shoulders. Water soaked through Renji’s shihakusho to his skin, raising goosebumps as Byakuya studied him, dark eyes unreadable.
“The stains were well earned,” the captain of the 6th company said, “and should be worn with pride.” He reached out, running a thumb along the material at Renji’s neck, then swept out like cherry blossoms swept away on the wind.