Pairings: Hinted renji/ichigo, renji/byakuya, and one sided ichigo/renji
Rating: K+
Warning: Strong hints at male/male relationships
Spoilers?: Nope
Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo, not me
A/N: I think this is my new favorite thing... Somewhat experimental, and probably fairly confusing (I don't have a beta, so I apologize for typoes and such)
Got a new laptop :D
But, all of my wips are on my old one D: But rest assured they are being worked on! And Ishida/Ichigo/Strawberries is coming ;D, just gotta get out of this rut, cause at the moment, all I feel like writing are tragedies and one-sided relationships...
Anyways! Request information is on my profile! Onward with the story!
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The moth flits around the flame, taking its damaging heat as replacement for the moon. Knowing that it cannot reach what it strives for it suffers the replacement, though it may cause harm the insect can't refrain from accepting the embrace of a replacement. And so it was with the red-haired vice captain. He knows full well that the moon is far from his reach, and accepts his numbing replacement. He has come to terms with his plight, and makes the best of it, although he may find it hard to breath beneath his mask of suffocating silence at times, he trudges onward. And although he can see that he is snuffing out the flame, he continues in his selfish endeavors, oblivious to the flame's true intentions and the moon's lamentations. And so the moth courts the flame.
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The flame knows that it is only a replacement, and, taking no offense in being used it selfishly devours the moth. Though it's gut is still left empty, it can pretend. Ichigo likens himself to the flame. Though he knows that what he does is destructive, and fundamentally wrong, he cannot change his ways. The void in him demands filling, and though he knows his feelings are not reciprocated, he plows on. He tells himself that he is doing the moth a favor, and that he is helping the lieutenant fill a void much like his own. But that ever present voice in him (perhaps it's his hollow, or maybe it's just his conscience) tells him it is a selfish lie, that he is only aiding his adored moth's self-destruction. But he continues on with the charade. He has gotten a taste, and though he may never be filled, he will not stop trying untill the moth drifts to a new flame. And so the flame consumes the moth.
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And as the moth inhales the flame and the flame takes solace in the moth's non-love, the moon is left on it's own. And the Kuchiki thinks that if only the moth would try to reach the moon it could succeed, that the cool rays would embrace with more warmth than any flame could offer. And he can't help but resent his replacement, and blame his plight on the boy, though he knows that it is his own fault he is stuck in such a limbo. For if he would just reach down to the moth, all would be well. But he is filled with an uncertainty, and a fear that he can't seem to vanquish. Though he knows the moth's true intentions (and sees the stolen glances, and feels the want-filled reiatsu), he does not act upon his knowledge. For he lacks the gall. And so the moon envies the flame.
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And in this constant state of purgatory, the trio cannot help but feel that it is hideously wrong. But they haven't the courage to make the change that they desire, the change that they need.