I fail.

[grassangel]

As a response to fyredra's X-mas crack challenge I wrote, or should I say, attempted to write a Hitsugaya/Ishida drabble thing.
My attempt to *wink wink nudge nudge* is here.

Did I mention I fail?

Title: untitled HistuRyuu (the only one... I think)

Rating: PG (because I fail)
Warning: Takes place in episode 105 when Ishida's lying injured on the floor of the Tenth division office. I KNOW that Inoue healed him... but it was a quick job by his own insistence.
Eh... This is crack, it doesn't MATTER.

 

The white-haired captain of the tenth division quitely slipped into his division headquarters, though, upon seeing the dark haired teenager roll his head in the direction of the door assumed a less hushed air as he walked over to his desk, near where the Quincy lay.
Hitsugaya Toushiro took his seat, casting his eye carefully over the injured archer.

"Someone from the fourth division should be coming soon to finish healing your injuries."

"You're hurt too."

"Tch." Hitsugaya half snorted at the remark. "Our battles were very different. You cannot equally compare the two."

Ishida Uryuu irritatedly flicked his blue eyes over to the white-haired captain. "Our battles were very similar, it's only our injuries which are different. And," he cut off his companion, "I do not want your pity about my injuries." His eyes flicked off to the side, ignoring the young captain.

"Not all Shinigami are uncaring, Ishida Uryuu. Learn that and maybe you'll be able to see that you are not alone in the world." He smiled and made to process some of the paperwork on his desk but gave up after a few moments, turning to talk to the Quincy again.
"Matsumoto has gotten Orihime-san to help with her boiled rice dinner. Do you wish to have some?"

Ishida chuckled dryly at the thought.
"Inoue-san has a delightful whimsy when it comes to cooking, palatable only to her. I think I will pass."

"Matsumoto's cooking is quite reknown, I'll bring you some of hers." He stood up, shaking out his captain's coat by habit. "That is of course if a fourth divisioner doesn't arrive soon. Then I'll see you in the courtyard." He lifted a hand in farewell, throwing a smile back towards the Quincy, torquoise eyes shining.