Wisteria
Disclaimer: Nope. Sorry, I am not Kubo Tite.
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Wisteria reaches for the sun, growing high, and clinging tightly. They endure, they survive, and they overcome.
Nanao watched him sleep, watched over him as he slept.
Their's was a strange relationship. There was more than what everyone else saw. While Shunsui seemingly lazed away the days, leaving all the work for her, underneath it all he kept his eyes and ears open to the happenings in the Court of Pure Souls.
And for all the yelling and carrying on she did, she stood by his side, supporting his decisions, even when it was to stand against Yamamoto-sama and Rukia's execution.
His kindness showed when he had apologized so sweetly while carrying her away from the fight, admitting he should not have brought her there as he stroked her hair and laid her gently on the grass as she shook from the pressure of Yamamoto-sama's reiatsu.
Now in the wake of the battle – although it had been barely that, more of a hit and run – against Aizen, as Soul Society struggled to regain its bearings and to reclaim what remained of the shinigami's dignity, she continued to stay by his side.
She would nourish, and protect.
Allowing him to climb high, and to live free.
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