Title: The Undeveloped Story
Rating: G
Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei/Kira Izuru. Slight GinKira.
Notes/Warnings: A failed attempt at angst.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its sexy characters. I just borrow them and make them do my nasty bidding. They like it. It's fun.
Summary: Kira wants Shuuhei to stop.
When it all falls down, I'll still be right here
When it all falls down, we'll still be right here
Once in a lifetime, I could feel this way
Once in a lifetime, you could feel it too.
The brush makes a loud click that breaks the silence as Kira sets it down. It’s late, he knows, the dull ache behind his eyes tells him so. He rubs at them, hoping to alleviate the effects of fatigue because as late as it was he had no intention of going to bed just yet.
He stretches his arms over his head until his shoulders pop then sighs and lets himself relax against his chair.
Silently he wonders how long the other will stay this time.
It was on nights like this, when Shuuhei’s reiatsu emanates through the thin walls of his room, that Kira thinks about how it had come to this because no matter how many times he replays the first night he had found the older shinigami sitting on the tiles of his rooftop suppressing his reiatsu to its limit, he just couldn’t understand.
Did I wake you, Kira?
No, I was never asleep.
I see.
What are you doing here, Hisagi-san?
Standing guard. He might come back.
Just for me?
He might.
Kira sighs again and looks up at the ceiling. Shuuhei is sitting somewhere up there on the roof. Halfway across Seireitei from his own home.
Kira frowns.
What are you thinking, Hisagi Shuuhei?
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What are you thinking, Kira Izuru?
Shuuhei glares at the square of light that spills into the otherwise dark lawn. The light to Kira’s study is still on, meaning the blond is probably still awake, reading a document or writing a report.
It was on nights like this, when he sits on Kira’s roof and rolls his shoulder blades to ease the tension between them, wondering how much tension is between Kira’s own shoulder blades the way he works himself into the night, that Shuuhei asks himself why he doesn’t just go home.
He thinks of their last conversation, the last time Kira had come up to sit with him here, 2 weeks ago.
You don’t have to be here like this. He isn’t coming back.
Do you want him to?
Go home, Hisagi-san.
Do you want him to?
…I don’t know.
He sighs and wonders how long he has to stay here like this before Kira decides to talk to him again.
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Yare, yare. What are ya thinkin’, you two?
Gin smiles in the dark and unsheathes his blade. It’s been a while.
Izuru…I’m home.
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A/N: Don’t ask me where this came from, I haven’t got a clue! I was running on the idea that post-betrayal Kira would find Shuuhei on his rooftop and things were supposed to develop after that but they never did and this was finished months ago so I might as well get it over with and post it so I can delete it from my flashdrive.
...what an appropriate title.XD
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