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01-01-2008, 02:11 PM
Title: Ikorose, Shinsou!
About: VERY Short fic that I wrote today because a friend on MSN asked me "Ok so you did Kyouka Suigetsu becase you're an Aizen fangirl but what about Gin? Gin is pretty cool, so how do you think he met Shinsou?".
This is my response! :P
It's very different to Kyouka Suigetsu, I think Shinsou is a totally different blade~! I hope everyone that reads this gets a feeling for the relationship that Shinsou and Ichimaru Gin have - I think it's an amusing relationship built on opposites and similarities.
Warnings: None, I don't think~! Unless of course Gin makes you faint with love, then there may be faint-based warnings~!
((Note: I did not use the ō symbol where appropriate in this story, partly because I was uber lazy :( apologies!! </3 I am made of fail I know. Generally the ō just means 'ou' in romanji but I usually like to add it in for effect / flavour. I just felt I should mention it and luckily this time there is pretty much no sword terminology! Yays! (the only thing is a 'Wakizashi' - Japanese short sword!))
-- As ever comments are loved and deeply appreciated, I'm still NOT a professional writer (*cri*) so still be gentle with my writings~! --
Ikorose, Shinsou~!
It wasn’t a tingle, or even a slight prick, that drew Gin to his blade, no, that was too subtle for proud and powerful ‘Shinsou’. It had been a thrust of a blade through his chest and a booming voice demanding to be chosen. How could Gin refuse such a proposal? (Well would you tell an angry spear-wielding warrior like something out of Shaman King ‘I don’t really like ya?’)
He had said to the blade “Okay, okay I’ll take ya… So um what’s your name?” he had to admit, it felt like a collision between blind dating and speed dating. Was he going to wake up tomorrow and regret this? He had already regretted most of his blind dates as an academy hopeful at Shinigami school (they told him 100 times not to call it ‘Shinigami school’ it was an academy and had the proud title of ‘Spirit Arts Academy’ – he really should try harder to remember the finer details.)
“SHINSOU!” The voice boomed, as if it were in possession of an internal microphone “AND WHAT IS YOUR NAME, NEW MASTER?”
Gin held his ears and laughed nervously “Okay.. there’s no need to shout ya know, Shinsou… We can be partners without the high volume… An’ my name is Ichimaru Gin…”
The blade calmed, the vision of a large spear-wielding warrior sat down beside the silver-haired Shinigami with a sigh “Mmmh. Ichimaru Gin… a strong name…Very well.” It nodded “I will try to keep a control on such things as the tone and power of my voice. This is my first time having a ‘partner’ – I’m used to being used as a tool of war. Nothing more.”
Gin, gingerly, patted the warriors armoured shoulder “That doesn’t sound like fun” he told the warrior “If we’re partners then I know you’ll work harder for me and I’ll try harder to work for you… You need my reihatsu an’ I need a sword.. makes sense that it’d be a partnership, right?”
The warrior had a smile in its voice “Hmm. You have strange logic, it does not mix well with the views of Soul Society.”
“I’m not all sugar an’ spice…” Gin mumbled.
“really now?”
“Yea. I can have one o’ those bad sides y’know?” His foxy smile grew, to a more sinister smirk “In fact I can be just as mean as anyone really… Kinda what the afterlife prepares you for, everythin’ and anythin’. I just prefer to wear a smile whilst I live it.”
“Interesting concept. Perhaps I have much to learn from a funny looking guy like you.”
“F-Funny?” Gin slumped slightly “That ain’t no good Shinsou, ya can’t say I’m funny… I’m meant to be cool! A lot of the girls think I’m cool with my silver hair an’ my interesting accent…”
“Yeah. Not many commoners make it in to Soul Society, you’re kind of rare I guess.”
Gin wondered if Shinsou was just mocking him for laughs “Well I guess bein’ common is kinda good because it means people don’t suspect ya of greatness, right?”
“Right.”
“And I am great, y’know” Gin assured the blade.
“Why would I pick a lousy commoner? I saw your potential the moment you entered this hall and I did not want to wait or play games. We might be opposites in many ways but we appreciate power and the determination to do things.”
“That’s right.” Gin smiled. “We’ll make a good team, I think. Say… I don’t like studyin’ much… would ya mind tellin’ me about all your special powers?”
The warrior placed gauntlet swathed hands on armour-clad hips and scolded its new master “I cannot do such a thing, Master Gin, as telling you all my secrets would defeat the point of me having secrets do you see?”
Gin scratched the back of his head “Well then just tell me a few little ones? We can keep the big shiny secrets for later, when ya trust me more?”
“I suppose…” The warrior nodded and assumed his blade-form, a wakizashi.
“Hooo… A waskizashi…” Gin murmured. “Your blade don’t look like much, it’s real short...”
The blade’s voice puffed in his head “Hmph! Well you just see how ‘much’ I can be when you say ‘Ikorose Shinsou!’ but have a target first, else I have nothing to aim for…”
“Okay then…” Gin looked around, noticing a large skeletal snake-beast “That’ll do! Ikorose Shinsou!!” He blinked as the sword seemed to take control of his body, it pulled him back in to a stance where the blade was tucked beside his hip, then it pulled his hand forward, thrusting the blade out.
Gin wondered what would happen – how would the lil’ wakizashi make anything happen to the big snake-thing that was about 6 foot away from the short blade.
To his surprise the blade started to extend, like a spear, it flew through the sky and crossed the 6-foot gap in seconds, striking deep in to the core of the snake-beast this caused the beast to burst in to a pile of bones. The blade then returned to its’ normal, unassuming, shape as a short sword. “That was kinda weird… how’d you do it?” Gin started poking the blade “Is it extendable?”
“Stop that!” Shinsou barked “It’s just my power as a ‘divine spear’! It’s not some gimmick, it’s my power! You can control how far I go and how fast… Well once you learn how to control me at all…”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll work on it.” Gin said loftily. “Say… can I use you for makin’ shish kebab? I wanna see how cool a six foot one would look!”
“If you do that.. I’m going to skewer you!” The blade warned.
Gin frowned “Uh. .maybe another time then.”
He proudly immerged from the Hall of Sword, stopping suddenly to look up – someone was waiting for him (unlike everyone else he had snuck in the night before to get his Zanpakto). He nodded slowly “Aizen-fukutaicho.” He said, formally.
“Ah. Gin-kun.” Aizen smiled, warmly. “I see you received your sword. That’s good news.”
“Yea!” Gin returned a wider smile than his usual smile (Which showed he was smiling) “I like it too! It’s called Shinsou!”
“A strong name.” Aizen commented “I hope it will provide you with all the power you need.”
“Will I need a lot of power, Aizen-Fukutaicho?”
“Strong people, always need more power.” Aizen murmured before turning away “One day, Gin-kun, that blade will help you to obtain heights that few have ever seen.”
Gin wondered what exactly that meant, but he could tell that Aizen-Fukutaicho had a plan in mind for sometime in the future. He walked away towards his room in the male barracks – the future was suddenly looking a lot brighter than it had when he first arrived in Soul Society as a starving rat.
He nodded, to the blade “I just thought of something…”
“What is it?” Shinsou asked.
“It would be fun to make trouble by using you to poke people from a distance!”
The sword sighed, but it was an empty one – in truth Shinsou would quite like to see how much fun that would be too.
“It’ll be gentle, mind.” Gin said thoughtfully “We won’t kill anyone, yet…”
“Not yet.” The blade agreed.
"Can I call you Shin?" Gin asked.
"Absolutely not!" The blade replied.
Gin only reserved frowning for the most serious of occasions, so he mocked a small one and murmured "Ok, Shinsou it is."
He proudly carried his blade home; this would all be very fun indeed!
- Fin.
About: VERY Short fic that I wrote today because a friend on MSN asked me "Ok so you did Kyouka Suigetsu becase you're an Aizen fangirl but what about Gin? Gin is pretty cool, so how do you think he met Shinsou?".
This is my response! :P
It's very different to Kyouka Suigetsu, I think Shinsou is a totally different blade~! I hope everyone that reads this gets a feeling for the relationship that Shinsou and Ichimaru Gin have - I think it's an amusing relationship built on opposites and similarities.
Warnings: None, I don't think~! Unless of course Gin makes you faint with love, then there may be faint-based warnings~!
((Note: I did not use the ō symbol where appropriate in this story, partly because I was uber lazy :( apologies!! </3 I am made of fail I know. Generally the ō just means 'ou' in romanji but I usually like to add it in for effect / flavour. I just felt I should mention it and luckily this time there is pretty much no sword terminology! Yays! (the only thing is a 'Wakizashi' - Japanese short sword!))
-- As ever comments are loved and deeply appreciated, I'm still NOT a professional writer (*cri*) so still be gentle with my writings~! --
Ikorose, Shinsou~!
It wasn’t a tingle, or even a slight prick, that drew Gin to his blade, no, that was too subtle for proud and powerful ‘Shinsou’. It had been a thrust of a blade through his chest and a booming voice demanding to be chosen. How could Gin refuse such a proposal? (Well would you tell an angry spear-wielding warrior like something out of Shaman King ‘I don’t really like ya?’)
He had said to the blade “Okay, okay I’ll take ya… So um what’s your name?” he had to admit, it felt like a collision between blind dating and speed dating. Was he going to wake up tomorrow and regret this? He had already regretted most of his blind dates as an academy hopeful at Shinigami school (they told him 100 times not to call it ‘Shinigami school’ it was an academy and had the proud title of ‘Spirit Arts Academy’ – he really should try harder to remember the finer details.)
“SHINSOU!” The voice boomed, as if it were in possession of an internal microphone “AND WHAT IS YOUR NAME, NEW MASTER?”
Gin held his ears and laughed nervously “Okay.. there’s no need to shout ya know, Shinsou… We can be partners without the high volume… An’ my name is Ichimaru Gin…”
The blade calmed, the vision of a large spear-wielding warrior sat down beside the silver-haired Shinigami with a sigh “Mmmh. Ichimaru Gin… a strong name…Very well.” It nodded “I will try to keep a control on such things as the tone and power of my voice. This is my first time having a ‘partner’ – I’m used to being used as a tool of war. Nothing more.”
Gin, gingerly, patted the warriors armoured shoulder “That doesn’t sound like fun” he told the warrior “If we’re partners then I know you’ll work harder for me and I’ll try harder to work for you… You need my reihatsu an’ I need a sword.. makes sense that it’d be a partnership, right?”
The warrior had a smile in its voice “Hmm. You have strange logic, it does not mix well with the views of Soul Society.”
“I’m not all sugar an’ spice…” Gin mumbled.
“really now?”
“Yea. I can have one o’ those bad sides y’know?” His foxy smile grew, to a more sinister smirk “In fact I can be just as mean as anyone really… Kinda what the afterlife prepares you for, everythin’ and anythin’. I just prefer to wear a smile whilst I live it.”
“Interesting concept. Perhaps I have much to learn from a funny looking guy like you.”
“F-Funny?” Gin slumped slightly “That ain’t no good Shinsou, ya can’t say I’m funny… I’m meant to be cool! A lot of the girls think I’m cool with my silver hair an’ my interesting accent…”
“Yeah. Not many commoners make it in to Soul Society, you’re kind of rare I guess.”
Gin wondered if Shinsou was just mocking him for laughs “Well I guess bein’ common is kinda good because it means people don’t suspect ya of greatness, right?”
“Right.”
“And I am great, y’know” Gin assured the blade.
“Why would I pick a lousy commoner? I saw your potential the moment you entered this hall and I did not want to wait or play games. We might be opposites in many ways but we appreciate power and the determination to do things.”
“That’s right.” Gin smiled. “We’ll make a good team, I think. Say… I don’t like studyin’ much… would ya mind tellin’ me about all your special powers?”
The warrior placed gauntlet swathed hands on armour-clad hips and scolded its new master “I cannot do such a thing, Master Gin, as telling you all my secrets would defeat the point of me having secrets do you see?”
Gin scratched the back of his head “Well then just tell me a few little ones? We can keep the big shiny secrets for later, when ya trust me more?”
“I suppose…” The warrior nodded and assumed his blade-form, a wakizashi.
“Hooo… A waskizashi…” Gin murmured. “Your blade don’t look like much, it’s real short...”
The blade’s voice puffed in his head “Hmph! Well you just see how ‘much’ I can be when you say ‘Ikorose Shinsou!’ but have a target first, else I have nothing to aim for…”
“Okay then…” Gin looked around, noticing a large skeletal snake-beast “That’ll do! Ikorose Shinsou!!” He blinked as the sword seemed to take control of his body, it pulled him back in to a stance where the blade was tucked beside his hip, then it pulled his hand forward, thrusting the blade out.
Gin wondered what would happen – how would the lil’ wakizashi make anything happen to the big snake-thing that was about 6 foot away from the short blade.
To his surprise the blade started to extend, like a spear, it flew through the sky and crossed the 6-foot gap in seconds, striking deep in to the core of the snake-beast this caused the beast to burst in to a pile of bones. The blade then returned to its’ normal, unassuming, shape as a short sword. “That was kinda weird… how’d you do it?” Gin started poking the blade “Is it extendable?”
“Stop that!” Shinsou barked “It’s just my power as a ‘divine spear’! It’s not some gimmick, it’s my power! You can control how far I go and how fast… Well once you learn how to control me at all…”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll work on it.” Gin said loftily. “Say… can I use you for makin’ shish kebab? I wanna see how cool a six foot one would look!”
“If you do that.. I’m going to skewer you!” The blade warned.
Gin frowned “Uh. .maybe another time then.”
He proudly immerged from the Hall of Sword, stopping suddenly to look up – someone was waiting for him (unlike everyone else he had snuck in the night before to get his Zanpakto). He nodded slowly “Aizen-fukutaicho.” He said, formally.
“Ah. Gin-kun.” Aizen smiled, warmly. “I see you received your sword. That’s good news.”
“Yea!” Gin returned a wider smile than his usual smile (Which showed he was smiling) “I like it too! It’s called Shinsou!”
“A strong name.” Aizen commented “I hope it will provide you with all the power you need.”
“Will I need a lot of power, Aizen-Fukutaicho?”
“Strong people, always need more power.” Aizen murmured before turning away “One day, Gin-kun, that blade will help you to obtain heights that few have ever seen.”
Gin wondered what exactly that meant, but he could tell that Aizen-Fukutaicho had a plan in mind for sometime in the future. He walked away towards his room in the male barracks – the future was suddenly looking a lot brighter than it had when he first arrived in Soul Society as a starving rat.
He nodded, to the blade “I just thought of something…”
“What is it?” Shinsou asked.
“It would be fun to make trouble by using you to poke people from a distance!”
The sword sighed, but it was an empty one – in truth Shinsou would quite like to see how much fun that would be too.
“It’ll be gentle, mind.” Gin said thoughtfully “We won’t kill anyone, yet…”
“Not yet.” The blade agreed.
"Can I call you Shin?" Gin asked.
"Absolutely not!" The blade replied.
Gin only reserved frowning for the most serious of occasions, so he mocked a small one and murmured "Ok, Shinsou it is."
He proudly carried his blade home; this would all be very fun indeed!
- Fin.