|Our Lady of Aggressive Indifference (scathachdhu) wrote in oya_ajere,|
@ 2007-10-30 22:03:00
|Entry tags:||bleach, hiyori, pr0ntober, shinji, shinji/hiyori|
pr0ntober for angstymcgoth
Shinji/Hiyori, love hurts. ~221 words. This was HARD and I hate you...so I hope you like it, hon. ♥
People called her obnoxious, short-tempered, vulgar, rabid. Shinji couldn't argue with most of that; Hiyori could drive a full-grown man to tears without lifting a finger, if she had any graces he'd yet to see them, and you never knew whether an offhand comment would provoke a warning growl or a shoe to the face or worse.
But rabid? That was laughable.
Rabid implied limited control over or awareness of one's actions. Rabid implied being at the mercy of a force stronger than oneself. Hiyori knew exactly what she was doing at all times and her demons had long since fallen to her blade. There was a mind behind that foul mouth; it ran cold and clear and did not waver. This made her far more dangerous than any creature running on pure instinct.
So when she grabbed his crotch during a spar one day, smirking up at him with her eyes glinting in challenge, he didn't bother to ask if she was sure--he just swept her legs from beneath her and did his best to pin her down. She shrieked curses at him as they rolled around in the dust, each fighting for dominance in a battle that had been building for decades.
They both knew she'd wind up on top, but she'd be mad if he didn't at least try.