A/N: Dramatic, genre is hurt/comfort. But I love it all the same.
Affection
Jinta, Ururu, Urahara
They never ever cried.
They were merely tools, weapons. Destruction in disguise. They were children, yes. But they were not ordinary.
They never ever cried.
Except that one time.
When they stood before Tessai-san, who had a grave expression on his face.
"Don't worry, he'll be okay."
Urahara-san was inside that room. And the last they saw of him was hours prior, when Tessai carried the man in his arms. Urahara was bloody. His clothes were tattered, his hat was gone, and Benihime for the first time looked utterly weak as she lay on the grip of her master.
Urahara-san was wounded, and bloodied, and in a critical condition.
It has been hours and there was still no news. Except - he'll be okay.
How okay? If he'll be okay, will he be 'okay' okay?
"I'm sorry." - Ururu's voice has always been weak. But it never ever shook. This time, it was devastated, trembling... powerless. Her hands clutched each other, shaking like her voice. "This is all my fault. Urahara-san.. h-he.. t-took the.. b-blow for m-m-me.."
Ururu never ever cried.
But right now, the girl sobbed. Her dark eyes were filled with tears as she cried helplessly.
Like the little girl she was. The little girl she had been. The little girl she IS whenever Urahara-san smiles at her.
Jinta stared. He stared as the girl actually shed tears. She never ever cried. She was weak, frail. But she was strong and she never cries like this.
"Stupid. He did that himself."
"M-My.. f-fault...- he.. w-was... h-hurt... If-.. If I have been.. s-stronger..-"
He couldn't bear the sound of her voice breaking. And at this, he did something he never thought he'd do for her.
He grabbed her with one arm, and buried her face in his shoulder. It was her instinct when she gripped his shirt and cried on him. Never ever did this happen. They never ever had to cry.
"Urahara-san...-"
She kept mumbling the name of the man who posed as their father. Who took the role by heart, and loved them.
He was the first person to ever ever love them.
Jinta wiped a stray, traitorous tear from his face as he fought the urge to cry too. He didn't look down and press his head against hers, no. Never. He'll hold his head high like this and simply provide her something strong to lean on. If he gives in, they would both end up in a mess.
Because they never ever cried, never ever had to - because Urahara-san loves them. Inappropriate affection, some say - the man loved his weapons. But they new better. And that was exactly the reason that they cry.
Like the little kids that they are.
A/N: Review? :D