Meluea

Wed, 04 Feb 2009 14:25:22 GMT

AAAAAA!!!!

I'm so hyped right now....I got an internship in Germany. I just can't believe it! I was ready to give up, especially the way the interview went. But they actually liked me! I'm excited and scared shitless at the same time.

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 22:05:54 GMT

Title: Innocence is Overrated
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: Ikkaku/Kira, Shuuhei/Yumichika
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for swearing, light fondling
Word count: 827 words

Summary: “One day I’ll rip those feathers right of your head fruitcake.”

AN: I think I’m able to write again. Got too hooked up on life. I prefer my fantasy much more.

This was definitely not going to be a good night. He reaches for the booze and wonders if he will have enough time to get drunk until Hisagi and Abarai come. Luck is not on his side because just as he finishes pouring the sake the fukutaichou’s enter the bar. He glares at Yumichika who is the reason he had to wait for half an hour to get to the bar.

“One day I’ll rip those feathers right of your head fruitcake.”

Yumichika sniffs indignantly and points a manicured finger at him. “Beauty takes time even for the beautiful. Your inborn ugliness is not my fault so don’t get envious.”

Ikkaku’s hand twitches towards the feathers. Yumichika will maul him even before he gets close but considering his other options for the evening it doesn’t sound that bad.

“We have to talk” Hisagi tells him stiffly as he is sits down.

“About Kira” Abarai joins in fixing him a glare.

Mauling is definitely the better option. If he gets a few hits at Yumichika while they’re at it, it would serve the smug bastard right. His grin is too evil for his sobriety to be accidental.

“What about him?”

“You know what. Kira is not in a state to start anything. He needs time to think. He could feel as if you’re pushing him and not giving him a choice.” Hisagi’s stiff tone is grating on his nerves. “Yeah, Ichimaru is not Zaraki-taichou. Being under a captain like that can fuck you up. Last thing he needs is a bonehead like you” finishes Renji. Both are giving him solemn looks and nodding their heads.

“You’re mental.” Now Ikkaku isn’t one of those pansies who get skittish when it comes to violence but sitting here sober is just cruel.

“Now listen fucktards,” Ikkaku cuts them off before they can start arguing “Kira started this and not me. Not that I’m not enjoying the ride.” He smirks at Hisagi. “He jumps into things head first, so don’t compare him to you. If you want the fruitcake to stop pestering you, tell him and don’t annoy me with your crap.”

“You think I’m pushy?” Ikkaku knew that deceivingly calm tone as he was often on the receiving end of it. “Well if you need time to think you can do it tonight. On the couch.” Seems as if he wasn’t going to be the only one with a fucked up night. Well, he had it coming.

“Come on Yumi, it’s not like that. It’s just,”

Yumichika cut him off before finishing “You know what? Just to make sure you have enough time you can think for the rest of the week as well.”

‘Ouch. But serves the bastard right.’

Turning to Renji he said “So, what’s your problem? You jealous or something?” His eyes narrow to a glare.

“W-w-what? Come again? There is nothing between me and…” Renji sputters.

“Huh, better keep it that way. Else I’ll break every bone in your body. Twice.Go annoy your pint sized girl or Red.” Ignoring the next bout of sputtering Ikkaku stands up, muttering about pansies and basket cases that call themselves thugs.

He stops his muttering only when he realizes Kira is standing in front of his door. “You’re walking straight but talking to yourself. I can’t figure out if you’re sober or drunk.” Kira teases him lightly.

“Shut it. What are you doing here?” he says in a gruff way, reaching at the same time to pull the smaller man closer.

“Renji and Hisagi-sempai have been following me around lately. Figured they will corner you eventually and you regularly go drinking together on Fridays.” Kira snuggled closer and started nipping at his neck with his teeth.

“Thought you’re supposed to be fragile and innocent,” he snorts as Kira’s hand tries to find its way into his hakama.

Kira is about to retort but Ikkaku uses the chance to kiss him hard and starts to push him through the doorway. What should he say, a born street fighter uses every opening. They make their way to the futon with him sucking and biting on Kira’s lower lip. Hands grope each part of exposed flesh as clothing falls down piece by piece.

“Not that I mind this kind of compensation but you could have come to the bar as well.” Kira makes a noncommittal sound as an answer and continues licking down Ikkaku’s abdomen towards his rapidly hardening shaft. Once the blondes tongue reaches it all thoughts about the ruined evening disappear.

Later, as both lie exhausted from previous activities Ikkaku knows everything is fine with him and Kira. Sure, Kira still has issues caused by his former captain, but everyone is a bit fucked up now after the betrayal. As far as he was concerned, Ichimaru was as good as dead. And as long as you’re fine with the way things are there’s no need to dig skeletons out of the closet.

fic

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:42:34 GMT

Title: Taint
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: Ichi/Ishi, implied Ryuuken/Uryuu
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 me think, for the incestual implications, mind games
Word count: 753 words
Summary: He steps away from Ichigo’s embrace and ignores the confused and veiled look of hurt on his face.

]AN: This was meant to be smut. Somewhere between my head and my computer it changed into this (feels like I’m a Bentley changing all cassetes into Best of Queen overnight).

He sat outside his fathers office once again. The secretary knew what brand of tea he liked and Uryuu knew how many tiles there were on the floor. Evey week he was summoned by Ryuuken for a check-up. Ever since he gained his quincy powers back which was months ago. 'To see if everything was alright.' That was all it was. Nothing more, just a check-up.

‘Uryuu it’s a shirt. I need to check the wound and your breathing. Your modesty will stay intact for your shinigami if that’s what you fear.’

He still bristled when he remembered his father’s sneer. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, Ryuuken could get under his skin like no one else. He would never admit it to anyone, but sometimes he feared the reason for that was that he still seeked his father’s approval.

‘Tsk, seriously Uryuu could you be anymore inept at taking care of yourself? Why did I bother to return you your Quincy powers if you’re willing to throw away your life just to act like a hero? Useless.’

Pride. Heritage. Legacy. Those were things, worth any pain. It was worth being hit, stabbed or burnt. Worth dying. Friendship however, is something worth throwing these things away and accept help even if it is from a dim-witted tattooed shinigami.

Fingers trail along his skin and linger a bit too long to be comfortable. Pianist hands. Long and slim. Tuning him like piano strings. Winding him tighter and tighter until he’s about to snap. ‘Don’t’ is just a word, but it sounds like defeat.

It’s a constant fight between them. Both trying to deny the others existence yet unable to do so. Fighting gravity, breathing underwater, going against a wall, name it however you want, you can’t win. But you can’t afford to loose.

“Hn, why are you trembling now? This is what you like. Just like a woman. Or do you exclusively whore yourself out to shinigami?”

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words-

“Uryuu, come in.”

- may break the rest’
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A soft click resonated in the quiet apartment as Uryuu closed the door. Ichigo who was sprawled lazily on the couch looked up from his book. “Hey, what were you up to? You disappeared right after school.” “Sewing supplies.” He lifted his right hand with the shopping bag slightly and moved to put the things away into a cupboard. Arms snaked around his middle and a nose nuzzled his nape softly.

“You can be such a girl.” ‘Just like a woman.’

“Well as long as you’re man enough not to be bothered being beaten by one, I don’t see a problem.” Ishida replied tersely, still unable to shake of memories of the afternoon.

“Bastard.” Came the whispered reply, but it was followed by a soft kiss on the side of his neck that was meant as an apology. Warmth from the chest seeped into his back and further kisses trailed downwards from his neck. He still stays tense and knows this is what Ryuuken wants. Not him or his body, but to taint what he has. He steps away from Ichigo’s embrace and ignores the confused and veiled look of hurt on his face.

He walks down the hallway but stops at the door to the bedroom. “What are you waiting for? I’m not having sex against a wall when there is a perfectly suitable bed for it here.”

He can’t help but smile at the speed Kurosaki manages to cross the hallway and throw him on the bed. He starts laughing however, at the battle Kurosaki is having with his own shirt in the hassle of taking it off. “You could try to be more helpful,” comes the angry muttering from beneath the shirt. As he finally frees himself, it seems as if he wants to say something more but instead he stares at Ishida intensely.

“What?” The close scrutiny is confusing for Ishida. “Nothing, I just like seeing you laugh.” Kurosaki looks embarrassed the moment the words are out and turns his head away.

Not knowing how to respond to that truthfully he just goes for the easiest reply. “And you call me a girl.” A scowl is beginning to form on Kurosaki’s face, so he quickly reaches up to kiss him to cut off any rant that is sure to follow. Not that he seems to mind the interruption much as he wholeheartedly responds. It’s just another thing Ryuuken can’t taint for Uryuu.

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 13:46:47 GMT

Title: Forgiveness
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: implied Gin/Kira
Rating/Warnings: PG
Theme: #3 Rain

It’s raining again. Thick drops falling to the ground, forming ripples on the lake surface. He should go inside, hide in some place warm a dry just like everyone. But he doesn’t feel cold and somehow he doesn’t mind that the rain is soaking through his uniform which is now clinging to his skin. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should be feeling at least annoyed by the fact that the rain makes his now longer hair fall into his eyes making everything blurry.

“Ne, Izuru your lips are turnin blue, that’s a rather unbecoming color.” He doesn’t need to turn around, the drawling voice is recognized easily. He isn’t even surprised by Gin’s presence although he can’t feel the fukutaichou’s reiatsu. It is rather common that Gin hides it, usually for the purpose of sneaking on the victims of his jokes.

He wonders if that’s why Gin’s here. In the last few weeks he has been the target of endless teasing coming from Ichimaru. It has become a pattern that the fukutaichou would keep talking in innuendos until Kira couldn’t help but blush and than get teased as to how pretty the shade of red made him. Or an impromptu lesson in a right stance where hands would linger a little longer on various parts of his body because “Ne, Izuru it’s a lot easier to right your posture this way. You wouldn’t want to make it wrong, would ya?”

This memory however triggers another one, the reason why he’s standing here getting soaked to the bone. It was a routine operation in the real world. A couple of hollows, nothing extraordinary. As a fifth seat he had the highest rank of their small group, making him the leader. Everything went by the protocol, protect the souls, kill the hollows. Easy.

It wasn’t his mistake. He was supposed to take out the hollows and the others were supposed to make sure the souls stay safe. It was a mistake of the brash rookie, who was used to running errands and this was his first mission. He was to stay back but adrenaline and the mistaken fear for a comrade made him rush against the hollow. ‘Fear for me.' He couldn’t shake off the feeling as if it was his fault. He was capable enough to get rid of the hollow easily, so what was it that made him think he was too weak and that he needed help?

“I am not weak.” He said stiffly, not exactly annoyed by Gin’s presence but by the thoughts the other mans presence evoked.

“Yes, you are.” This time Izuru was surprised. While he wasn’t foolish enough to think that Gin viewed him as someone on par of his skills, the fact that he would tell him so was quite a shock. Gin rarely, if ever showed what he truly felt always hiding behind the smile firmly set on his face. He was even more surprised when he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist and pull him close into an embrace. “If you can’t protect the weaker ones than what makes you strong?” Kira slumped into the embrace. While the chest against his back radiated warmth, the words were like ice. They should have pained him instead it was as if he became numb. Just like when you pour cold water over a finger cut. Maybe that’s what he’s been trying to do the whole time in this damn rain. Hinamori’s soft hug, Renji’s punch in the shoulder, Aizen-taichou’s benevolent smile, that all spoke of forgiveness.

However to be forgiven by others means nothing until you forgive yourself. How can he forgive himself if he can’t make up for his mistakes?

As if sensing his thought’s Gin continued “Get stronger Izuru. I’ll protect ya in the meanwhile.” He should have argued that he has to make it on his own but right now the idea of someone taking care of him sounded too alluring.

“It wouldn’t do, to let ya stand here looking like a drowned rat, ne?” He wanted to point out that the fukutaichou wasn’t faring much better than him right now but decided against it. He didn’t feel like arguing so he let himself be led out of the rain. However he couldn’t help but feel as if he lost something important.

A/N: I haven't posted anything for ages. Got totally swamped by uni...bleh

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 19:34:58 GMT

When I saw this line first I was sure it was going to be a bunch of crap but after the first reason I fell in love lol. Just what I needed after these to weeks a good laugh. I'm kind of depressed right now. Not really fit to go out so I just browse the net and consider becoming a hermit. Well enough of the rant on to the fun....

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong

01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.

02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Red fic

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 11:56:12 GMT

Title: Red
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: implied future Gin/Kira, Renji, Hinamori
Rating/Warnings: PG
Theme: #2 Black and White

Word count: 553

Some people see the world only in black and white. It’s a simple philosophy to live by, for it leaves no room for arguments and ponderings. Everything is set in a contrast, you’re either good or bad, strong or weak, brave or cowardly. Justice is simple you follow the rules or you get punished.

Others see the world in varying shades of grey. Nothing is as it seems on first sight and there is no absolute good or evil. Everything we do is a mixture of our own selfish desires clashing with our will to do something beneficial for someone else. Our actions can always be redeemed or damned depending on who’s judging us.

People in the first group are mostly self-righteous assholes with zero empathy for others faults. The ones in the latter group are mostly cowards and bastards who use this philosophy to justify their actions.

However Kira doesn’t spend much thought on either of these opinions. For Kira the world is red because somehow everything that is important to him is in one way or another, tied to this color.

The red spirit thread that distinguishes shinigami’s from other souls. It’s a symbol of his responsibility for the souls he sends to afterlife and protects from hollows. They’re more important than him, he thinks as a claw slices through his shoulder while protecting the small boy’s soul. He blocked it with Wabisuke and while he knew the added weight to claw will make it unable for him to hold it up he still does it because there’s no time to do anything else and in the end this is his job.

Renji’s wild red hair that is recognizable from miles ahead no matter how large the crowd is. Even though he isn’t able to spend as much time with him after he was transferred to the eleventh, he knows that if he needs him he will always be able to find him easily anywhere.

Hinamori’s bright red flush whenever Aizen-taichou walks by and pats her on the head commenting her on her good work. The flush doesn’t lessen as she doesn’t take enough time to take a breath while getting into another speech on the never ending qualities of their captain. The blush is still there, when Hitsugaya tells her she is overreacting, in his usual rude way, though he adds that most of the things she named can be said about her too. Not as a compliment, of course, he says it only to make a point.

Red azaleas set on the small table next to his hospital bed. They seem as if someone just carelessly plucked them out of the first flowerbed they came across to, but somehow the meaning of them doesn’t get lost to Izuru. Neither does the identity of the giver. While he may have been in and out of sleep from the meds the last couple of hours he’s quite sure that he saw a flash of silver and the flowers had been absent before that.

Maybe it’s time to add another color to his life.

AN: Azalea: Take Care of Yourself for Me. One of the meanings of this flower I found on www. 800florals. com

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:53:20 GMT

Well here it goes my first time using an jl-cut and posting a fic be kind...enough whining let's get down to bussiness

Title: Obsession
Author: Meluea
Characters/Pairing: implied future Gin/Kira(yes that means no action), Renji, Hinamori
Rating/Warnings: G
Theme: #1 Shinigami

He still couldn’t believe that after all those years of studying he finally made it. It seemed like ages ago when he set of for the first time to the academy. Now he was holding the paper proving he passed the final exam and his dream has finally becoming true. As if a huge burden was lifted off his shoulders and at the same time apprehension began building within him whether he will make it.

This was the real thing. No more teachers, senpai’s to back him up.

In a few days he will receive his shinigami uniform and join a squad. He doesn’t know yet which one it will be, although he’s quite sure it won’t be the 4^th or the 12^th division considering the fact he never had much talent for medicine or excelled in science.

And although he tries not to judge people before meeting them he secretly hopes he won’t end up in the 11^th division. He has heard enough rumors about Zaraki taichou to be sure he probably wouldn’t survive a day in that division. Not that he was scared of a fight, however the fact that the taichou liked to try out the rookies himself hoping to find someone worth his time was not on the top of his list of priorities. The very likely months of recovery after such a fight weren’t either.

He was pulled out of his morbid thoughts by a loud squeal coming from his left.

,, How can you not want to join his division? Just imagine it, working by his side every day. Aizen taichou is just so wise, and kind, and brave. We could learn so much from him.”

While Kira was deep in his musings it seemed that Renji didn’t have as much luck and has spent the better part of the hour listening to Hinamori’s never ending rant on the greatness of Aizen taichou. And while he himself admired the man, even though not to the extreme as Hinamori, Renji didn’t seem to share the sentiment. Renji’s aversion at joining the 5^th squad however had little to do with the man’s qualities. It was more the terrifying prospect of listening to Momo’s god like worshipping every day.

,, Look I’m not saying he’s a bad guy okay? So don’t give me the murderous look you have every time you feel his maiden’s honor is about to get tarnished.”

Izuru couldn’t help but think that he’d rather be standing against Zaraki taichou face the wrath of Hinamori that was now directed at Renji.

,, I’m just saying that your affinity for Aizen taichou is turning into an obsession.”

Hinamori huffed a bit before answering. ,, That’s rich coming from you. If one of us is obsessed with someone than it would be you about Kuchiki taichou.”

,, That’s different. I don’t worship him blindly. I want to surpass him. It’s not a little girl’s crush.” Yes, he would definitely rather face Zaraki taichou than be in Renji’s place. Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.

However instead of the explosion he expected Momo just smiled sweetly and in a saccharine voice retorted. ,, Oh, I don’t know. Everyone knows how childishly boys act around their crushes. They put on a tough act and pretend they either don’t care or hate them when in reality they are madly in love with them.”

Renji began choking on the mouthful of sake he just drunk, sputtering madly around himself. His face gained and ugly color of purple and while Kira was sure it wasn’t from almost suffocating, though he couldn’t determine whether he got more mad over being accused of childlike behavior or that he could be in love with Kuchiki taichou. Kira strongly suspected it was the latter.

They simply glared at each other for a while before both, almost simultaneously, turned to Kira, awaiting from him to support them. Looking at the two faces wearing identical expressions of mixed anger and hope, Izuru was sure this was going to be a long night.

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He walked down the streets of Seireitei for the first time wearing his shinigami uniform. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride of being able to make it this far. He received the order to report in the 5^th division just a few hours ago and was making his way towards his future squad.

He could see a few classmates and soon spotted the two people he hoped for. However upon seeing Hinamori’s ecstatic behavior and Renji’s almost homicidal glare directed at her he wasn’t as sure it would be great being in the same division.

He still had freshly in his memory the long hours at the bar trying to reconcile them both and biting his tongue not to tell them he thought both of them were obsessed. He must have been standing there for quite some time because suddenly he heard a voice behind him.

,, Got lost little one?”

,, N-no Ichimaru-f-fukutaichou I was just..uh..a-about to..” Kira felt his face heat up. Great, he just made an idiot out of himself on his first day and in front of his direct superior. It’s just in his shock he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that the man he saw easily kill several hollows without even breaking a sweat was now talking to him. The fact that he was standing in his personal space and he could feel the fukutaichou’s breath tickling his ear didn’t help either.

Well if he didn’t remember him as a frightened student he would now know him as a stuttering rookie. He was the king of first impressions.

However the smile didn’t turn into a mocking laugh, instead it seemed as if it grew a bit wider and less forced. ,, Saa, no need to get nervous. I’m sure ya will be fine, if it wasn’t so ya wouldn’t have made it so up to here don’t ya think, little one?” Hearing his earlier thoughts voiced aloud by someone else made him feel instantly better.

,, Yes, Ichimaru-fukutaichou.” He answered bowing his head slightly.

,, So polite, you’re really cute.” Kira felt himself turn even redder than before. He looked up but before he could react he felt a slight brush of shoulder against a shoulder and with that the fukutaichou was gone. As he began walking towards the now arguing Hinamori and Renji he couldn’t help the thought that maybe everyone finds their own obsession.

AN: Well don't really know if it wasn't too boring, not much of a plot. Just a drabble that's over 1000 words.

actually finally doing something

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 01:26:03 GMT

Seriously I'm the lazyiest person ever but I finally decided to do something for this journal. I started taking part in the bleach_15 challenge with the character of Kira Izuru. I will post on the first theme as soon as I figure out how an jl-cut works. So with my skills in these kind of things it will be probably in a few months. For now here's the table with the themes.

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1. shinigami

2. black and white

3. the rain

4. masks

5. one summer

6. to protect

7. learning

8. butterflies

9. candy

10. souls

11. standing to defend you

12. parting ways/meetings

13. flowers

14. conspiracy

15. bo-hahahaha!

ALT1. a fight in winter

ALT2. if I hold the sword…

ALT3. bankai

ALT4. bleached

ALT5. inter-division politics