Things I'll Never Say

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Author's Note: Okay second story I copied and pasted onto here from my live journal. It's one of my favorite couples that needs more love on here, so I wrote this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and I never will. So sad, isn't it?

Warning: This contains shonen ai in other words boy on boy love. Don't like, don't read. Thank you.

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Urahara didn't want to do this. He didn't ask to nottice the orange haired boy. It had just happened one day,and he couldn't help how he felt anymore. Urahara looked at the mirror hanging in the bathroom,a blank sad look on his face.
"I'm so stupid." he said to himself,smashing his fist into the mirrior.

Ichigo stood up apon hearing the smash of the mirrior. His eyes widened,realizing that Urahara was in there.
"Urahara!?" he asked,running twoards the bathroom.
He looked up from the sink at Ichigo,his entire arm soaked in blood.
"Oh my look what I did." Urahara said innocently,just realizing that he was covered in blood.
Ichigo pulled Urahara into a hug,giving him a worried look.
"You idiot! I was so worried that you were hurt!" he hissed,pulling Urahara out of the bathroom.

Urahara fallowed along beside the boy,blushing slightly. He was still suprised from when he saw the look on Ichigo's face. The worry,it strained him to think why Ichigo was so worried. It's not as if he liked the older man,right? No. It couldn't be that.
"What were you thinking you fool? You could have seriously hurt yourself!" Ichigo growled,bringing Urahara from his thoughts.
"Sorry Ichigo,I guess I was being stupid." Urahara replied,tasting the same salty tears he usually did whenever he thought of things like that.

Ichigo looked at Urahara and his face softened. The older man didn't meet his gaze,which made him unhappy.
"Urahara?" Ichigo asked softly,putting his fingers under Urahara's chin and lifted it.
Urahara looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
"Yes..Ichigo..?" he asked quietly,tears dripping down his cheeks.
Ichigo did something that neither of them would have expected. He kissed Urahara lightly,putting his free hand around his waist. Urahara's eyes went wide,and he was too shocked to kiss back.

Ichigo pulled away,licking his own lips. Urahara just stood there,eyes wide on the boy. He couldn't believe it. Had Ichigo always felt the same way as he did?
"S-sorry." Ichigo muttered,blushing a light tint of red.
Urahara looked at his face.His beautiful fucking face. Ichigo was stairing right back into his eyes,lips seeming to get closer to his.
"I-I...Urahara..why are you crying?" Ichigo asked softly,pushing the man carefully against the wall of the hallway they were in.

Urahara looked up at Ichigo,breathing heavily. His heart felt like it had just gotten wripped out and shown to him.
"I-I-I...I don't know." he whispered,opening his mouth to say something else,but was quickly cut off by Ichigo's lips softly pressing against his.
Urahara felt himself kissing back this time,putting his hands on Ichigo's chest. Ichigo put one hand on Urahara's cheek,caressing it softly as they continued the innocent kiss. After what seemed like eternity to Urahara,they pulled away,their breath hot on eatchother's lips.

Urahara was stairing up at Ichigo,eyes wide with fear and questions. He didn't know what to think. Was this all a dream? Was it a bet with Renji? Urahara was so confused,but all of it seemed to melt away when Ichigo kissed him softly again.

Ichigo held Urahara close,and he could feel Ichigo's breath on his ear. Urahara lightly set his fingers on Ichigo's back,never wanting him to let go.
"If you couldn't tell," Ichigo whispered,kissing Urahara's cheek. "This means I love you."

The End