Title: Falling
Fandom: Bleach
Ratings/Warnings: Implied sex
Pairing: Gin Ichimaru/Izuru Kira
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
AN: This is my take on Kira's feelings and thoughts after Ichimaru's betrayal. Just a short one-shot. Hope you enjoy reading.
Falling
Kira Izuru is always an early waker.
He will wake up at the first break of dawn and don his uniform, the kosode always going on first, than the kimono, the hakama and finally the white obi sash. The fukutaicho badge came next, slipping on ever so perfectly, the marigold insignia proudly shown to anyone who saw it.
He stepped out of his quarters and began his way to the Third Division main office, where he spent most of his working time at, preparing and working out paperwork, holding meetings and discussions for upcoming plans. A few other early-risers greeted Kira cheerfully, but the blonde only gave a simple 'Good morning' and hurried on.
He reached the office - it was empty, like every other day. He looked around the room, spotting the chair he was so familiar in seeing occupied for the better half of work hours lying bare. Kira walked over to his desk, stopping before it and staring at it with brooding eyes.
"Do ya like fuckin' here, Izuru?"
A memory of his taichou's sultry voice rang through his head; his skin tingled with excitement and his chest tightened as he remembered the light caresses and the tight grip on his wrists till they bruised a bright red. Kira heard a soft rustle behind him, a voice crying out. He stiffened, his heart pounding against his ribcage.
"Maa, Izuru's a good pet."
He turned around swiftly to face the entrance, half-expecting to see his ex-taichou as he heard the unmistakable accent. An empty space greeted him, and Kira realized it was just the wind playing and the rest...the rest was all in his head.
His taichou was gone. Everything that had been touched by the silver-haired man, everything that had shared a breath with him had a piece of itself taken away when the kitsune disappeared without a trace. It was even more so for Kira, the person Ichimaru spent the most time with. The frustration of not being able to do anything to stop his former taichou and the following days of trying to find answers created an empty hole where his heart used to be.
"Taichou...," Kira's voice was a low tenor. He spoke to no one, but a sinking filling he was familiar with evaded his mind. The small flame of hope extinguished itself once again, and Kira found himself groping around in the darkness trying to find his way out.
The blonde started to arrange the paperwork that needed to be done with utmost importance to the ones that could be handled on a later time in an attempt to distract himself from thinking about his former taichou - something, anything to forget him. But the memories kept coming back, like a relentless dream that tasted bittersweet.
He could not forget the vulpine man's words, playing around his lips before sealing it with a kiss.
He could not forget having to chase the lazy kitsune to do his paperwork, but always ended doing majority of the work pile anyway.
He could not forget the smile that seemed to be forever etched on his taichou's face - A smile that revealed no emotions. Kira could never tell what the silver-haired man thought, but he did not mind.
Ichimaru is a talented magician, because as light as air, Kira found his breath slowly being taken away and he had no idea how his taichou did it.
"I love mah Izuru!," the vulpine man said as he gave a light peck on the blonde cheeks.
Kira looked up at the blue sky, his eyes fixated on the clouds rolling by.
Everything looked so peaceful.