Eleven, eleven
A collection of drabbles
Warnings: Boylove and kissing.
Characters: Kyouraku, Ukitake.
Pairing: KyouxUki
Disclaimer: Just so you know, Bleach does
not belong to me and belongs to Tite Kubo.
Aprés Vous
If Kyouraku Shunsui were given the chance to alter his past, he would lazily wave his hand in a dismissing manner and tell the person that his life was perfectly fine as it was. It was not merely because he had made a stamp with his signature imprinted onto it so that Nanao could do the majority of his paperwork for him, (though, the device had proven to be quite useful to him), it was because he had everything that he desired. Saying 'everything' did not quite mean every single thing, saying 'everything' made quite a broad range of material substances. And in all reality, there would be no being in the world that would be able to give him every little thing that existed. Though he did not have everything, he did have 'a thing'.
Said 'thing' was a white haired, typically brown eyed, slightly diseased being whom had been able to settle into a corner of his heart so comfortably that he had no will within himself to push the 'thing' out. He had no idea to do so, so he did not push it away. Instead, he merely embraced it with such warmth as though it had been something that he had wanted for years and years, and years – centuries of not-so-silent admiration.
He could remember his exact actions as to what he did when he saw this 'thing' too. He could remember when he was young, still full of such energy that if he tried to imitate his actions of the past to the present, he would probably cause self harm to himself. He could remember the eyes and face of the boy, (whom he originally thought was a very pretty girl), reading a book intently. He could remember sitting next to the boy, rousing him to pay attention to him then telling his name in his usual cheery nature. He could remember the slightly shy, timid voice that answered.
"Kyouraku Shunsui." The other boy looked up to him curiously, which only brought a smile to Shunsui's face; gracing his features in such a way of friendliness that the other could not ignore the brunette's presence. Of course, even if the other had shied away, that would not discourage Kyouraku in any way. If the other simply continued to read and ignore his presence, then Shunsui would allow him to do so. That would not stop him from staring, though.
"A-ah.Ukitake Jyuushiro."
It appeared that the white haired male was slightly more willing to interact with him. Much more than Shunsui originally thought. A gesture that only allowed the smile upon Shunsui's features grow into that of a large grin.
"Your name's too long. What about Jyuu-chan?"
Such familiarity, in mere seconds of speech.
He could remember that soon after a few weeks they were not talking to one another instead lying beneath the Sakura Tree and marveling in the sight that was the Sakura blossoms falling, knowing that if they talked, they would break the silent agreement that they had created. He could remember that weeks after, he was not using Jyuu-chan's bag as a pillow, instead he was using the other boy's lap as he watched the other boy read his book.
He could remember when he pulled lightly on the other's long hair, enough to make the other boy bend low enough so that he could capture those lips in a small kiss.
Those days had passed rather quickly. Days of watching Sakura blossoms gracefully fall from their branches had been momentarily suspended. Not completely ignored, always on their mind, but never able to be expressed fully.
He could remember everything that had to do with the boy, every moment of love and the rare occurrence of slight dislike. They rarely ever fought, but in every relationship, for it to grow stronger, there would always be obstacles to overcome. If you could pass those obstacles, the both of you would grow in strength and love for the other. If not, then everything would plummet from its once graceful stature.
There were days where he would be able to spend time with his respective captain, not a full day, but just enough for him to stay sane for the next few days. Even if it were a few minutes, or simply giving the other a letter of some sort. Just enough time in the presence of the other to keep him from wanting to retire from his Captainship and hide in Ukitake's quarters. Which, in its own right was crazy enough.
Other days, days where in Captain meetings he did not see the Thirteenth Division Captain, the days when Ukitake fell ill, he would go straight to the other's quarters and silently hold onto the other's hand. He'd grip to it as much as the other was as though both of them were clawing for the opportunity for just one more day with one another. And they'd get that one last day, and another, and another. Not really a last day, but they'd treat it as though it were one; it earned its title of 'last day'.
On these 'last days' they would sit underneath the security of the Sakura branches, ignoring any work for the day, regardless if there were stacks as tall as themselves. They'd sit there, silent. Shunsui would lay peacefully on Ukitake's lap as the white haired male read his usual book. The Eighth Division Captain would fall asleep moments later, and Jyuushiro would simply continue to read ignoring all sounds and speech coming from the sleeping form laying upon his lap until the other woke up.
When Shunsui woke up, he'd pull on the other's hair softly once more, say, "Jyuu-chan," and leave Ukitake no choice but to put his book aside, ignoring it for the time being and bend down to press his lips against the others.
And this was his life. This was the only thing he wanted, no, needed.
Author's Note: First post here, I hope that you enjoyed! And if you have any suggestions for pairings, and scenarios that you'd like to see, I'd be glad to hear. I'm biased on some characters, but I'm willing to try anything new. Wahey! Sorry for any grammatical errors and such, I'm really bad at that stuff. Oh, and the ooc-ness. Bleeh...
Thank you for reading!