So, at this point, I'm officially putting my RenjixByakuya story, Forever on Hiatus(Not that it wasn't obviously so before), and I feel absolutely terrible about it! I wrote this for all my fans who are reading that story, it's a short angsty drabble about the two, and I'll definitely be trying to churn out the next chapter for that story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, or Renji and Byakuya... :(
Warnings: BoyxBoy(Though you can't really tell), character death, mentions of sex, however slight.
He doesn't like to remember.
He doesn't like to remember the day they met. The way they so instantly clicked. He doesn't like to remember how he laughed and introduced himself. How he held his hand for just a moment longer than necessary. How he glanced back, once, twice, three times before finally moving on his way.
He doesn't like to remember the night they kissed. How it was filled with passion, with love. He doesn't like to remember the way they lay in each other's arms until dawn. How they woke to each other's smiling faces. How they ate breakfast together, and discussed such simple things as politics and weather.
He doesn't like to remember the first night they made love. How it felt to surrender himself completely. He doesn't like to remember the warm feeling he gave him, the fire smoldering just beneath the surface. How they stayed in the darkness, a tangled mass of limbs and fingers and skin on skin. How they loved.
He doesn't like to remember telling the others. How he was worried, how he was comforted. He doesn't like to remember the happy, smiling faces as they came out to their friends. How they were fully accepted. How he knew in that moment that everything would be alright because everything was going their way.
He doesn't like to remember all the happy times they had. How they talked and talked all through the night. He doesn't like to remember the sweet kisses shared, the loving embraces in short moments of free time. How they were so care-free, how nothing seemed wrong with the world.
He doesn't like to remember the look on his face as he pulled his last breath. How his beautiful crimson locks looked, now stained with the very blood they so much resembled. He doesn't like to remember the rose that bloomed along his chest. How he struggled to get out his final thoughts. How he uttered two simple words before fading.
'Remember me.'
But Byakuya doesn't like to remember. He thinks that no one should ever have to remember the good things in life. He thinks that, if you could just be there, be happy, you wouldn't ever need to remember anything.
He doesn't like to remember, but he will, because it's all that he has left now.
I promised myself I would never ask for this, but... Reviews?