Author's Note: I haven't been writing in such a long time... It's almost appalling! Well, this will be a series of one-shots/drabbles featuring multiple pairings! I might even take a crack at some characters I was previously afraid to write about. And they will be updated every now and then. I hope you enjoy these stories of mine. Although, my writing skills are beyond rusty now.
Anime: BLEACH
Pairing: Izuru Kira x Shūhei Hisagi
1. A Bridge Too Far
His eyes flickered over to his fleeting presence.
He wanted to scream and tell him 'no'.
He had said nothing as he departed, a sort of displeasure etched on his features. His stance was almost nonchalant, his face turned away from him.
He was a terrible partner and a cruel man; he had refused to support his leave and bestow him with a dainty little smile and a slight crinkle of his eyes. He knew he liked to see him smile, no matter how faint it came to be. And still...
No.
He didn't want to let him go and see him off all the while crude and seemingly uncaring. He didn't want to wake to an empty bed in the morning, the scent of faint sake gone from his pillows. He didn't want to look around in his house and notice just how big and empty it had truly always been.
His hand fidgeted with the hemline of his olive green sweater; he knew he despised such a color but he wanted to be remembered. Even if his every aspect was to be loathed and cursed, he would not care; he wanted to forever be engraved in his memory. He would be satsified with so little, it was almost pathetic.
He should never have met him.
The game of sensuality and frivoloity would have not enraptured him and taken him leave of all senses. He would not have had to feel; his emotions would not have dared to bubble to the surface and take seize of his heart. Logic and reason ,perhaps, had kept his heart frozen to its core but he had not felt the sting of pain. It was better to have never felt at all.
He was almost gone from view, his broad back flushing his mind with endless memories...
He would not be standing so close to him and left wondering why he was still so damn far away.
Why had they played the game?
Why had he forfeited his routine and agreed to play?
Why...
Tears spilled forth from his eyes and streamed down to his cheek, some splattering onto his atrocious sweater.
- hadn't he stopped him from leaving?