9Disclaimer: Bleach, Kubo's. Fiction, mine.
Summary: A normal conversation between them. Partly AU, partly not.
Author's notes: ShinHiyo, because I'm drugged with them. Also, this is my first attempt at this pairing. I apologize if this is in any way inaccurate.
Warning: Language. It is Hiyori we're talking about, after all.
"Oi. Hiyori."
She did not turn to look at him, but knew that it was him anyways; the lanky man with a bowl-cut for his blinding blond hair. The man who had made to survive normally for the Vizards possible, well, at the very least, things were feasible for all of them.
When he failed to get any response from her, he decided to try again.
"Oi. Hiyori."
Still nothing.
Her pale eyes gazed a long way into the distance, her lips turned upside down into a little unsatisfied grin. It would appear that she was thinking about something. What, though; was still unclear to Shinji.
"Hiyori."
A single fang bared out from the little corner of her mouth. It wasn't the response Shinji was looking for, but he'd settle for that.
"Something bugging ya?" he asked gently, this time casting his own gaze far into the distance. He wouldn't have needed to ask her if something was bugging her or not, because it already showed easily.
She would always slip away to the rooftop of their home whenever her mind was in turmoil. It was one of the places where she could think and strangely, remain quiet.
"It's none of your business, baldy," Hiyori replied then, calling him with the signature nickname tailored specially for him; although her voice held little force.
She wasn't driving him away.
"Ya know, it's not like they're gonna go away if you keep 'em to yourself, ya know?" he added again, and this time he sat right next to her with a plop. Hiyori was never an easy nut to crack.
"Shut up, fucking baldy. I told you it's none of your business."
Shinji rolled his bead-like eyes. "Right."
Hiyori only grunted in response.
"It is my business, ya know? When Hiyori-chan became disturbingly quiet."
She glared at him, and was about to sandal-slap him on the face, when she saw Shinji's eyes. They demanded an answer.
"Tch. Fine, stupid baldy."
Silence.
"I'm not fucking sappy, but I…I just suddenly remembered the day we met!" she blurted out, her voice barely concealing the nostalgic hint in it. Shinji's lips turmed into a little grin. Hiyori glanced at him.
It was Cheshire.
"Now I really ought to worry more about ya, Hiyori. Who knew ya could be pretty nostalgi-"
"Shut the fuck up, dipshit. I ain't nostalgic."
"Noisy brat monkey. Ya know, it's not like it's a bad thing."
She looked at him.
"Least I don't go around and forget how I ever come across a noisy one like ya. Talk 'bout tough luck," he added, and the wind swept by, their clothes fluttering about in the chilly evening breeze.
"Psh. I'm the one unlucky to have the stupid thing stuck in my head, baldy."
Shinji rolled his eyes.
"Ya sure 'bout that, Hiyori? I know you're just happy tha-"
A sandal landed right on his nose, and Shinji immediately covered his bleeding nose in response.
"Fucking baldy."
And with that Hiyori stomped off, feeling much better than before, with a little smile playing on the corners of her lips.
Author's thanks: Thank you for reading! I'm still unsure if I'd continue with a solid plot for this, or I could just pile up independent one-shots. I'm trying to
gain opinions if I actually have it in me to write more about this pairing. Please leave your comments/reviews! :D