A/N: It probably is important to mention I DO NOT ship this pairing. DO NOT SHIP IT! This idea just popped into my head and wouldn't leave me along. Literally, actually, I was thinking of this for hours until I wrote it so I could finally get some sleep!
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Sight was a funny thing, it really was. Tousen couldn't quite get used to it. Of course, being dead, Tousen didn't have much use for sight. Not quite in heaven, not quite in hell, just floating in an empty sea of grey space and nothingness. Tousen couldn't even see his own body. How ironic!- after gaining the object of his fondest desires, sight, he had no use for it. He was nothing but a consciousness, an empty soul hovering in negative space.
After hanging in limbo for an immeasurable span of time, the novelty of being dead wore off and Tousen became bored. There was nothing to see; nothing to find; nothing to fulfill. So Tousen closed his eyes and returned to a better time that existed solely in his memories.
Tousen reminisced in his past to keep from going insane. He rejoiced in pleasant memories, like that of his time with her. He endured painful memories, like her funeral. Tousen thought of his life before and after the Gotei 13 rarely. He took the most pleasure in his memories during.
Tousen remembered when he entered the Shinigame Academy to avenge her murder. He recollected when he became a lieutenant despite being blind. Tousen thought of when he became a captain, with the unmistakable Kommamura cheering him on. Aah, Kommamura. Tousen missed him.
Tousen missed his (after)life. He missed his morals and the now-irrelevant justice. He missed his friends. But most of all, Tousen missed his lieutenant.
Shuuhei Hisagi. The very words were tattooed on Tousen's mind. He could scarcely think without being reminded of the boy. Tousen memorized the boy's melodious voice, his soft spiky hair, the feel of his skin, the power of his reiatsu in the throes of passion. Tousen recalled Shuuhei's battles, his work and his all-night drinking binges when Tousen was forced to pay the tab.
He remembered the day Hisagi confessed his fear to him. Tousen revealed a little of himself that day. He let a little piece of the real Tousen Kaname slip instead of just the cold front. It equally hurt and enthralled Tousen to think of his ex-lieutenant, but Tousen was dead! It didn't matter anymore. So think he did.
Most painfully of all, Tousen vividly remembered his final battle with Kommamura and Shuuhei. He recalled with disgust his hollowficiation and his short-lived glory. The sight lingered but was rendered useless by limbo. The world had been beautiful. It was a shame Tousen hadn't been able to see more of it.
Tousen's final request had been for him to see Shuuhei but Aizen had cut Tousen down to prevent that. Or so he thought… As his eyes fluttered close for the last time, Tousen caught a passing glimpse of Shuuhei Hisagi. He was beautiful. His raven-wing hair looked as soft as it was and his tanned, muscular frame. Tousen wanted to run his fingers over the scars marring Shuuhei's perfect face and stroke the tattoos that framed his eyes. The shocked look in his smoldering ebony eyes haunted even now. But the pain in his solar plexus overcame him and Tousen lost consciousness for the last time. When he woke up, he was here in limbo, all alone with only memories of his precious ex-lieutenant.
Tousen had so many regrets he could never rectify or forget. Now he was forced to live forever alone, in limbo, with his cursed sight and memories of his love.
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