Sheesh... I'm on a roll with these bleach fics... My muses are inspired!!!
WARNINGS: This fic involves yaoi, slash M/M whatever you so choose to call it. If you still don't know what I'm talking about, this fic involves GUYS in relationships with OTHER GUYS. Don't like, don't read.
PLEASE no flaming! It's pointless rude and it burns me and my muses, which hurts quite a bit. So, please have the courtesy to not make me very unhappy with you over a silly thing like flaming.
This is, unlike my other two forays into the realm of Bleach fandom, an Uraharax Ichigo. Err... it's an Urasaki!
I'm really starting to doubt that I can write anything but strange pairings...
Anyways, I apologize in advance for OOC-ness and inaccuracies.
Believe
Urahara climbed up the ladder to his basement after having sent Ichigo and his friends to Soul Society. The former shinigami entered his private rooms, sliding the creen closed behind him and sinking down in the darkness, letting out a breath that he didn't know that he had been holding.
A worried pang laced through his heart, a fleeting glimpse of orange and warm, brown, determined, eyes dancing in his vision. he lowered his head back, an aggrieved half-chuckle, half-despairing groan crawling out of his throat.
'I'm sorry, Isshin. I may have sent your son to his death...'
Truthfully, out of all the things that Urahara had done and regretted, this was the only thing that he was ashamed of.
Ichigo didn't deserve it. The boy, dedicated to a fault, did not deserve the harsh fate that awaited him in Soul Society.
Kisuke sniffled, wiping at the mgathering moisture that was irritating the corners of his eyes. He closed them then, taking a deep breath.
He had to believe in Ichigo. He had to believe that the orange-haired nuisance would come back. Kisuke didn't want to- he couldn't think that Isshin's son wouldn't come back because if he did, he wouldn't be able to bear it.
He wanted to see that face again, those stubborn brown eyes, and that outlandish orange-hair that drew more attention than it was worth.
Smiling to a little at a thought, Urahara Kisuke picked himself up.
He would believe in Ichigo's strength because he'd gotten used to the high school student barging into Urahara Shoten with that cocky smirk on his face, calling for Kisuke to explain what something meant.
Life just wouldn't be the same without Kurosaki Ichigo to liven things up.
Teehee!! I likes this pairing too!! Ichi-kun and Kisuke-chan are so cute together!
(I think I just channeled my inner Yachiru)
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