This is a sequel to The Night of Forgetting.

Also, this is back in third person.

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The Night of Failure

by tangibleHELL

Chapter 1:

Aftershock

Kira woke up nuzzled against a warm, soft pillow the next morning. So warm he couldn't help but snuggle up more to it and smile. But before he completely settled his fuzzy memories of the night before slammed into his head, nearly cracking his skull as he realized the soft pillow was in fact a very solid body that belonged to one Hisagi Shuhei- the man who had fucked Kira nearly 5 times. Kira's eyes bolted open and his cheeks turned red as a cherry. He darted up and sat staring at Hisagi's naked form beneath him. Than all too slowly he realized he, too, was stark naked. He jerked the blanket at his side and threw it over himself as he inched away so he wouldn't wake up Hisagi. When he went to edge of the bed it creak mockingly at him and he froze. He stared breathless at Hisagi waiting for him to wake up. But he didn't. He just moaned a little and tangled himself in the sheets at his side. Kira got up and in the morning sun's light he found his clothes and quickly put them on in the small bathroom. He tried to use his fingers to calm his sex-ravaged hair, but it still looked horridly mussed. As did his clothes, since they had been thrown so carelessly aside like they were.

When Kira slipped out the door Hisagi was still fast asleep, half-covered by the rumpled white sheets which were sure to have visible stains by sunlight. As Kira walked down the he tried o look as dignified as possible. When he had waken, fully sober, he realized what a horrid and shameful thing he had allowed to happen. He wanted to get out of there before Hisagi could wake up. Kira was unsure how to deal with his own thoughts, let alone think what to say to Hisagi after all that. Kira quickly went down the stairs, but still tried his best to remain quiet and unnoticed. It was 5:30 a.m. and now the bar that once held a rowdy bunch of 11th Division shinigami was quiet accept for some soft chattering from early risers wanting a meal or some where other than their rooms to go. As Kira passed by and made for the door across from the stairs he caught a pink kimono and briefly glanced as he thought why a woman was here in a 11th Division bar/hotel. His eyes widened slightly when he realized it was no woman, but none other than Kyoraku-taicho. He quickly turned back to the door and went to open it.

'He goes to bars to drink, that's all. It's not my business why he's here.' But something in the back of his mind digging at him telling him that it was. He inwardly shook the thought off as he turned the handle and opened the door slowly. Suddenly he froze. Did he just here that right? Did someone just call his name? Frantic thoughts told him it was Hisagi so he quickly went to leave, only to be stopped by a hand on his left shoulder. Kira winced, not because it was forceful, but because he was waiting to get aggressive questions thrown at him by Hisagi. Only... they didn't come.

"Geez, kid. You act like I'm going to beat you or something."

"What..?" Kira turned to look at the calm voice. It was Kyoraku who had stopped him. Not Hisagi. Still, it was still bad for anyone to have stopped him. He wanted to get far, far away and not think of this ever again. Kira slowly looked up at the waiting Taicho as he tried to appear calm. Kyoraku was standing roughly two feet from himself as Kyoraku pulled his hand away. His expression wasn't damning or cruel. Just his usual laid back, calm and collected expression with a hint of a smile.

"You know I called after you, right? That's kind of rude to ignore anyone, especially a Taicho."

"I-I know, Sir. I'm ver-very sorry! I thought you were, um... s-someone else. Sorry!" With that Kira bowed deeply and formally, with his hands at his sides. To his embarrassment he heard Kyoraku chuckle and he twisted his eyes shut further. 'He must think I'm a fool. I hate stuttering, but I can't help it, dammit!'

Kira suddenly opened his eyes with the added weight of Kyoraku's arm patting his shoulder. Kyoraku gestured Kira to stand and he did so, though he kept formal. "Come on! Relax a little. It's early so why don't we get some breakfast over at the bar, eh?"

"No." Kira started a bit when he realized he had said that so definitely. Kira started to back up towards the door as he shook his head. "I... I'm sorry! I-I just- I have t-to go! I can't stay here!"

"Than if we go to another place, will you eat and talk with me?"

"Ta-talk with you..?" Kira was worried about defying a Taicho more, but at the same time he was scared to 'talk' with him. And what was there to talk about anyway? Kyoraku glanced about before venturing closer and slightly leaning towards Kira.

"I was curious about the girl Hisai-fukutaicho was taking out so I followed him. Didn't think it'd turn out to be another guy. Though somehow it wasn't totally unexpected when he went in the 3rd Squad office. " Kira's eyes bolted as his memory flooded in. He remembered how Hisagi had said he got the bottle of sake from Kyoraku by telling him it was for a date!

'Oh, no! Kyoraku thinks Shuhei-kun and I are dating! No, no, no-no!'- Kira mentally beat himself to pulp as he stared at Kyoraku with wide eyes and cringed brows. His mouth gaped a bit and he just shook his head slightly as he backed up more. "No, Shu-Shuhei and I a-are j-just, uh, I ha-have to go!"

No chance to. Kyoraku grabbed Kira again, this time more tightly. Kira just stood with his shoulders raised in terror as he screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to detach himself from his shameful situation. "Look, kid-" Kyoraku quieted as a couple of shinigami went past them to go up the stairs. "C'mon, lets go out and get something nice to eat. 'Kay?" Kyoraku didn't wait for an answer as he gently ushered Kira out the door. Kira obeyed, feeling more trapped than any mouse any cat could ever corner.