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I don't own bleach.
(inspired by "The Light [Alternative Version]" by Sun Kil Moon - I suggest listening to this song when you read this story, then you'll understand why it inspired this)

Her eyes being of the most beautiful dark lavender hue and so full of emotion, yet at the same time, strong and full of so much wisdom. Her eyes always called him to her side where everything always felt alright, where everything would always exist peacefully. Her voice was always so full of love and it was so musical. Every time she spoke, he felt like he needed to silence everything around them, as if it would be unholy to taint the sound of her voice. He felt lulled into the most peaceful sleep when she spoke to him.

He always longed to be a part of her world, to be there for every tear, every laugh, every angry curse. He wanted to be there or her always. He wanted so much to be her everything, like she was for him. From the moment he saw her, he was forever captivated by her plain beauty and he knew he never wanted to love anyone else.

Her soul was his better half, everything he wanted to be. She was always gentle but firm. She always held an icy facade but he knew deep down that in her soul, she was kind and loving. She was free-spirited and was warming to be around. Every time he was around her, he felt a warmth that not even the sun could give him. Be felt a warmth inside of his soul and in his heart.

Sleeping near her, simply hearing her breathe was always the most calming thing for him. He could relax and let his tired muscles rest. He could free his mind from all of his troubles and tumble peacefully into a deep sleep. He knew he could never openly be with her but all of their stolen touches and kisses and all of their whispered promises meant just as much to him.

However, Kyouraku Shunsui found that he couldn't find words eloquent enough to express everything he felt about his relationship with his long time lover, Ise Nanao. His beloved Nanao-chan, who meant so much to him that he would gladly take one thousand deaths in her place.

He stared at the blank paper before him and realized that once again, words failed to express his love for her. He was constantly amazed at how nothing could truly explain her beauty and how when he laid eyes upon her, words escaped him and he lost himself in wonderful bliss. "Well then," he thought. "I'll just have to let my hands do the talking...again." he chuckled to himself.

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