Ok, this is my first Bleach ficlet, and first fic in about... three years, so cut me some slack, ok? I am so very captured by Tousen and his friend, so I wrote a quick little drabble.
This was meant to be the last drabble in a series of them... but those of you who know me are aware of my extreme laziness and I couldn't be bothered to write the others yet. Because of my Hiatus, I'm putting this up hoping for some feedback. So Love Me, you guys!!
Alright, one more thing before you get to read (for those of you who don't skip the intro (totally guilty myself though...) Since I have no idea what Tousen's 'friend's name is. I was thinking about the ever-amazing 'Sukinamae' -thanks to a friend for the idea- so let me know!! and if you have some ideas, let me know and I'll give you credit.
Disclaimer: Katt is unfortunate enough to NOT own Bleach. She envies Tite Kubo with a flaming passion because of this. She wants to claim Tousen... badly... He's a beautiful blind shinigami. Seretei's Ray Charles... yum... anyway... on with the story!!
Last Cloud-less Night
"Oh, Kaname. It's so beautiful tonight!"
She coos softly, her voice warm and honey-sweet against his ear. He feels her weight, light and soft, on his shoulder, her long hair tickling his fingers in his lap. He allows the woman whose face he has never seen to curl up against him. Not for the first time, he wished he could gaze upon such a sight: the woman he loved and the stars she was so devoted to.
"Are there clouds tonight?" He whispered. She responded with silence and he wondered if he should have kept silent. Then he feels her hands on his face.
"Kaname..." Her breath tickles the dark eyelashes framing his sightless eyes. Her lips, petal-smooth and foreign, press to his. He stiffens in shock, but her fingers slid up his arm to his hair and he hesitantly kisses back.
"It's ok, Kaname." She kisses him again, parting his lips beneath hers. A shameful squeak escapes said lips when her tongue brushes his, flames bubbling over his cheeks, which she strokes with the pads of her fingers and he feels as if her fingerprints will stay on his flesh forever. His hands latch hesitantly to her hips, drawing her closer. He feels her smile in their kiss and suddenly she is pressing him down into the cool, feather-soft grass, hands gentle and precise running over his hot skin. She crawls on top of him, lips hungry and swollen.
"There are no clouds, tonight."
After that night of first everythings, their hands never touched, and she reluctantly informed him of her marriage to a man she loved as much as the blind boy before her.
After that night, the clouds returned and nothing was so beautiful.
--fin--
ok... so, how bad was it? I'm pretty damn sure I didn't grant Tousen the justice he deserves (no pun intended).
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