[ShuuKira] Flight of Fancy
Title: Flight of Fancy
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything.
Rating: G
Summary: If a dream is holding you in its clutches, waking up is even harder than usual.
Notes: Written for
30_kisses prompt #6 (the space between dream and reality). I haven't actually signed up yet, and I don't know if I will considering my failure of a past with fic challenges. We'll see.
Flight of Fancy
He wakes up, dark eyes barely open as his conscious struggles to get through his hazy and still sleepy mind. The remnants of his dream are still visible against his eyelids, but the bright sunlight escaping past the thin curtains distorts the slowly drifting images and his eyes move quickly to catch them. They’re too slow though and he exhales, letting the dream slip away as he turns on his side, tattooed face burying into soft pillows deep enough for the light to disappear.
Another dreamscape starts to form around him, the colors of utopia blending before him until he’s half-asleep again and gliding through a world that is so familiar yet so new and strange. His hand clenches the white sheets like he’s trying to hold on to something that isn’t there and his brow furrows before smoothing out again. He sighs into the pillow, swallows and soars along the sky, splitting clouds into two with a current of air following his trail; it’s exhilarating and the feeling of it makes him forget it’s just a dream and he’s going to-
“Wake up, Shuuhei,” a voice echoes in his ears and he stops mid-air, loses his footing and falls but just in time, before he hits the ground, the voice repeats itself and a hand shakes his shoulder – and again, the dream starts to dissipate, leaving him with nothing but a peculiar sense of elation and euphoria.
“I’m serious Shuuhei, it’s noon already!” Shuuhei grins at the tone but forces himself to roll onto his back, some parts of his spine make an audible crack as his body relaxes against the mattress. He can almost feel Izuru’s disapproving gaze on him – damn him, the morning person – and peeks at the blond with only one eye open.
“’M up, ‘m up.” His eyes close again and he can see a random image, like a badly taken snapshot, of his dream as it flashes in his mind so fast he doesn’t even remember it a second later.
He hears Izuru snort. “I can’t understand how you can sleep until noon. I mean, you miss half of the-“ he says but his sentence is cut short when Shuuhei suddenly pulls the blond on top of him and their lips meet in a brief kiss - Good morning to you too - before Izuru pushes himself off, and grumbles something about morning breath and lazy lieutenants.
Shuuhei smiles and when Izuru isn’t looking his way, goes back to dreaming.
fin.
a/n: Aaaa my first finished ShuuKira fic! Goddamn I'm in love with this paring.
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru
Fandom: Bleach
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns everything.
Rating: G
Summary: If a dream is holding you in its clutches, waking up is even harder than usual.
Notes: Written for
30_kisses prompt #6 (the space between dream and reality). I haven't actually signed up yet, and I don't know if I will considering my failure of a past with fic challenges. We'll see.He wakes up, dark eyes barely open as his conscious struggles to get through his hazy and still sleepy mind. The remnants of his dream are still visible against his eyelids, but the bright sunlight escaping past the thin curtains distorts the slowly drifting images and his eyes move quickly to catch them. They’re too slow though and he exhales, letting the dream slip away as he turns on his side, tattooed face burying into soft pillows deep enough for the light to disappear.
Another dreamscape starts to form around him, the colors of utopia blending before him until he’s half-asleep again and gliding through a world that is so familiar yet so new and strange. His hand clenches the white sheets like he’s trying to hold on to something that isn’t there and his brow furrows before smoothing out again. He sighs into the pillow, swallows and soars along the sky, splitting clouds into two with a current of air following his trail; it’s exhilarating and the feeling of it makes him forget it’s just a dream and he’s going to-
“Wake up, Shuuhei,” a voice echoes in his ears and he stops mid-air, loses his footing and falls but just in time, before he hits the ground, the voice repeats itself and a hand shakes his shoulder – and again, the dream starts to dissipate, leaving him with nothing but a peculiar sense of elation and euphoria.
“I’m serious Shuuhei, it’s noon already!” Shuuhei grins at the tone but forces himself to roll onto his back, some parts of his spine make an audible crack as his body relaxes against the mattress. He can almost feel Izuru’s disapproving gaze on him – damn him, the morning person – and peeks at the blond with only one eye open.
“’M up, ‘m up.” His eyes close again and he can see a random image, like a badly taken snapshot, of his dream as it flashes in his mind so fast he doesn’t even remember it a second later.
He hears Izuru snort. “I can’t understand how you can sleep until noon. I mean, you miss half of the-“ he says but his sentence is cut short when Shuuhei suddenly pulls the blond on top of him and their lips meet in a brief kiss - Good morning to you too - before Izuru pushes himself off, and grumbles something about morning breath and lazy lieutenants.
Shuuhei smiles and when Izuru isn’t looking his way, goes back to dreaming.
fin.
a/n: Aaaa my first finished ShuuKira fic! Goddamn I'm in love with this paring.
