(Fanfiction) Beauty on the Battlefield
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skyremixTitle: Beauty on the Battlefield
Rating: PG-13
Series: Bleach
Characters: Madarame Ikkaku & Ayasegawa Yumichika
Word Count: 305
I only see you. In the midst of this ambush, in spite of the flash of blades in the sunlight, the splatters of blood across the grass, severed limbs soaring through the air… none of it catches my eye quite like you do. You manage to dance across the battlefield as though it were a stage, moving your blade as if it were an merely an extension of your arm.
Even across a war zone, drenched in the blood of your enemies, you still manage to be graceful and beautiful… perhaps even more so than when you sit quietly back home. Your robes swirl around you as if designed for the sole purpose of accenting this dance of yours. You breeze through the tall grass, leaving only blood and bodies in your wake.
Another enemy interrupts my gaze, and in anger and annoyance, I tear him down. You stand out to me far more than the very creatures you and I are here to exterminate. On the blood-soaked ground, I get to experience a particular part of your beauty, and not even the very reason I can witness this will break my gaze.
Every single part of you is beautiful, the way you shake your sword through the air, blood flying behind it. The way your dark hair flows around your face every time you move… the way your eyes sparkle with every victory, and the way your smile grows a little wider each time. Even the way your face twists in annoyance as more blood splatters across your skin.
All I see is you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Not a good opponent, not a million battles, not a thousand chance to unsheathe my sword. Not a victory against the captain. Just you. You are all I will ever wish to see.
Rating: PG-13
Series: Bleach
Characters: Madarame Ikkaku & Ayasegawa Yumichika
Word Count: 305
I only see you. In the midst of this ambush, in spite of the flash of blades in the sunlight, the splatters of blood across the grass, severed limbs soaring through the air… none of it catches my eye quite like you do. You manage to dance across the battlefield as though it were a stage, moving your blade as if it were an merely an extension of your arm.
Even across a war zone, drenched in the blood of your enemies, you still manage to be graceful and beautiful… perhaps even more so than when you sit quietly back home. Your robes swirl around you as if designed for the sole purpose of accenting this dance of yours. You breeze through the tall grass, leaving only blood and bodies in your wake.
Another enemy interrupts my gaze, and in anger and annoyance, I tear him down. You stand out to me far more than the very creatures you and I are here to exterminate. On the blood-soaked ground, I get to experience a particular part of your beauty, and not even the very reason I can witness this will break my gaze.
Every single part of you is beautiful, the way you shake your sword through the air, blood flying behind it. The way your dark hair flows around your face every time you move… the way your eyes sparkle with every victory, and the way your smile grows a little wider each time. Even the way your face twists in annoyance as more blood splatters across your skin.
All I see is you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Not a good opponent, not a million battles, not a thousand chance to unsheathe my sword. Not a victory against the captain. Just you. You are all I will ever wish to see.
