Title: Lost souls
Rating: G, Angst
Pairing / characters: Ukitake Jyuushirou
Word count: 180 words
Warnings: Nothing at all
Summary: Jyuushirou grieves for lost souls
A/N: Two things: sometimes, especially on summer days when the sky is just the right shade of blue, and the air smells like flowers, I do believe that anything can happen. It may seem silly, but those days always make me feel happy and sad at the same time. The other is that I have a recurring theme with my dear Jyuu-chan – that sometimes, he craves death but would never take his own life – even if he's considered it.
FOR ESSY, WHOM I HOPE TO HAVE A REVIEW FROM REALLY SOON, K?
It's the way the air smells, Jyuushirou thinks.
It's something about the way the wind feels on his skin that makes him almost believe that he can taste the scent of the lost-and-forgotten souls on his lips; the faint perfume of the dead.
It hurts him sometimes, these summer days; because there is something terribly wistful and fleeting and intangible as starlight about them – particularly if he reaches out with his mind and tries to hold on to that moment. It lurks on the edges of his thoughts, tainting joy with sorrow, love with pain.
He thinks it might be the warmth of the sun on his skin, or the curiously gentle play of the breeze, or the green of the leaves against the glorious blue of the sky.
It's days like this that leave Jyuushirou the saddest, because he believes, deep down, that anything can happen, and that sometimes, they do.
Lost in the memories of the loved ones that he watched die, Jyuushirou grieves – not only for the lost souls…
…but because he is not one of them.
