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
