Title: Foundation, The Start of Friendship
Characters: Kira Izuru, Hisagi Shuuhei
Notes: Prompt was “purity”, interpret as you will? Also, retarded poem is obviously retarded (last line credit goes to Roz – better known as rozella_rising
, though. It’s cute and purely hers ♥). It was just something I thought up from Kira’s pov and … lol, it sucks, I know. Bear with me! It inspired this~ So, happy birthday to … I think it was Harmony~? =) Wishing you the best. This isn’t much, but I promised calmingeffects
I would participate. Hope you like it!
Remembering you is like recalling every beautiful sunrise and sunset,
But my favorite memory is the day that we met.
You looked so peaceful under that tree, fast asleep.
I wondered who you were, and why you made not a peep.
Such a strange sleeper, I thought, why ever is that?
How could you sleep so soundly, like some contented cat?
You awoke to my staring, surprise in your eyes.
You, to me, certainly weren’t like the other guys.
And Shuu, I think I started loving you.
"Ah, forgive me," Izuru started uneasily, wringing his hands together in a nervous sort of way. The boy addressed didn't so much as move, offending Izuru a little bit, but he had received colder treatment from classmates and shrugged it off. "Excuse me if I come off as impolite, but I was wondering if I could ask you something about kidou? Y-You're Hisagi-senpai, right?"
The boy known as ‘Hisagi’ cracked an eye open, a yawn stretching his mouth as he awoke. “Yeaaah? Can I help you, kid?”
Izuru bristled just a little, not liking the fact he had to repeat himself. “I … I asked if I could question you on some kidou stuff.” He flushed. Since when had ‘stuff’ been an appropriate technical term to use? “I mean, you know, the proper hand positions and such, I’m still a bit iffy on those.”
Hisagi brought up a hand to stifle his still going yawn and then waved his other hand in a dismissive gesture. “Suppose I could help. Not much else going for me at the moment.”
“You’re doing it wrong!” Hisagi shouted, slapping himself on the forehead, a bit thrown by the other’s incompetence. “Your hand - your other hand, Kira-baka! You’re holding it too high! Step back with your opposite leg, retract, and then extend! Come on, it’s not that hard!”
“I’m doing it right!” denied Izuru stubbornly, huffing and dropping his arms all together. “If you’re such a genius, come over here and help me position my hands properly! IDIOT!”
Hisagi twitched fractionally and stormed over to help the other boy out. Just this once. “Here!” He grabbed an arm none-too-gently and started going about the motions with Izuru, showing him to follow through with a good kidou spell. “Get it now?” he asked finally, satisfied the kid had to have been taught something by now. He didn’t release his hold on Izuru’s arms, though, not until he knew his instructions had sunken in.
Nodding just a bit, a slight flush to his face again, Izuru agreed that he had understood what he was supposed to understand. Hisagi, victorious, let go and stepped back. A tentative hand on his elbow stopped him from going any further, however, and he eyed Izuru curiously, wondering what the kid wanted now.
“T-Thank you, Hisagi-senpai. For your patience.”
Hisagi waved another dismissive hand. “No problem. Just show me my patience isn’t wasted, all right?” Izuru promised not to let him down. Swore it with all his heart.
Izuru couldn’t stop the smile on his face the day he graduated. It felt right to be free of constraint, free of his teachers and free of school regulations. It was one of the best days he could remember. He wouldn’t change a thing about that day. From the congratulatory handshakes, to the accepting his formal shihakushou that claimed him as a shinigami at last. He was officially what he had always wanted to be.
But the thing that made it the most important day from his memories was when Hisagi Shuuhei stepped forward from his already ranked position in the Ninth Division. It was the day Shuuhei had smiled at him, shook his hand, and finally said, “Job well done, kid.”