This a short and sweet little one-shot about an idea that I have had in my mind for a long, long time now already. At some point, this might turn into a full story. Also, this is no self-insert. I simply adore the name "Kurasame" a lot and have actually a few OCs that are named like this. ^^
Also, these two are old enough to have a proper relationship with everything that comes with it. They are just two little shorties. :D
Enough of me now though! Enjoy this little story. :D
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Kurasame walked through the long corridors of the living quarters of the fourth division. In terms of active members, the squad led by captain Unohana was by far the largest. It was no surprise though, since every other division needed the assistance of the fourth squad in one way or another, no matter how hard they might try to deny this given fact.
Still, it was hard to believe for the spiky, midnight-haired young man how long he hadn't been able to stroll through the buildings he called his home. It had been only three days, yet it felt so much longer. First, he ended up as a hostage of some intruders and since he didn't want to leave behind his friend Hanataro, he stayed as well even though there were few chances to escape. The next day, the whole thing repeated because Zaraki had the glorious idea to tie him up and carry him everywhere the captain of the eleventh division went so he could protect the younger man.
Kurasame sighed at that. Zaraki was a behemoth of a man and just as bloodthirsty, but deep down the tall man was nothing but a big softie. Kurasame doubted many people were aware of this though. Most likely only Yachiru and he but it was more than enough. Zaraki wouldn't like it if too many people would know about this caring side of him.
The member of the fourth division continued his march to the barely lighted corridors. It was shortly before midnight already, so most members were already fast asleep in their respective rooms and the time was more than due for Kurasame to join them. As exciting as the last days had been, he was dead tired and wanted to do nothing more than fall on his futon and sleep for an entire week. Not that captain Unohana would permit something like this, but the young man could at least dream about it.
Arriving at his room, he pushed open the sliding doors, relieved that nothing seemed amiss. Being the weakest Shinigami of all time came with a lot of mistreatment from other Shinigamis, even from his division, but Kurasame had long learned to deal with it. Besides, he had his friends on which he could count. One word from him and Zaraki would even take him into the eleventh squad, although he feared what his current captain would think about it. A shiver run down his spine as he imagined the scene of bloodshed that would surely follow.
Banishing the thought from his mind before it could develop into something sinister, Kurasame closed the sliding door behind him, leaving him only with the light of the moon entering his room from the sole window of his room. It gave him a feeling of solace as he watched the moon just like he used to do all the time. He felt at peace whenever he bathed in its light, like nothing in the world could afflict any harm on him anymore.
Lost in this feeling, Kurasame didn't notice how the doors behind him opened again before they were closed without making a single noise. Turquoise eyes stared at the figure standing at the window for a single second before the rest of the body moving on its own. The spot had been empty in prior nights, taunting him with the absence of the man most important to him, but now he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
Kurasame's heart skipped a beat when a pair of arms suddenly circled around his body from behind, one around his shoulders and the other around his midsection. The member of the fourth squad would have screamed in utter fright, but the trembling body pressing against his own and the smell of mint with a small hint of watermelons that washed over him told him that there was no need to be afraid. After all, he was in the safest place in the whole world right now.
"Do you have any idea of how worried I have been this whole time ever since I heard about your abduction?" a shaking voice asked, starting a fire within Kurasame's belly to turn around and hug the person behind him as tightly as possible while peppering soft kisses across his face. But he knew that the grip around him would not falter for a while, so he placed his hand above the one holding his midsection, lacing their fingers together.
"I'm sorry, Toshirou," Kurasame whispered quietly. It was barely more than a hush, yet he knew that his apology reached the ears of the young man holding him right now. Long moments passed in which neither of the two said anything, simply living in the moment they shared with each other. It was Toshirou who broke the silence eventually. The words that tumbled out of the captain's mouth made Kurasame smile.
"Just Let Me Hold You Like This Forever."
