Let There Be Drabbles
AN: This one is my own guilty pleasure. ShuuMatsu!
Shuuhei awoke silently and blinked. He had dreamt of Tousen's betrayal again. His Captain had made such a good man, before his sense of justice had become so twisted. What had changed within the elegant man, that had allowed him to be corrupted so thoroughly? Was it Aizen or Gin, feeding him pretty lies? Or was it something confused and dreadful inside him just waiting within to be awakened? Hisagi didn't know, and didn't particularly want to. He still had fondness for his former Captain, and yes, friend.
He had overcome blindness and become a great fighter. Justice mattered to him. That was admirable. But he had helped kill members of the Central 46. Such injustice. Such a hateful and dreadful crime. He had told Hisagi that a man who didn't fear his weapon, had no right to battle. And yet Tousen had no fear. He feared nothing. He had lost every value that Hisagi had learned from him. That in itself was frightening.
He was tempted to rouse Kira up, so they could practice on the training grounds. Being able to fight and use up some of his energy, now that would help him forget and wind down. Maybe he'd even be tired enough to fall back asleep. Drinking naturally would help, but it was a method he didn't want to employ anymore. At least not quite so frequently. Hisagi Shuuhei sighed as he realized what would help. Putting on his shoes, he padded to another Barracks, feeling like a desperate child, but still walking to his intended destination.
Matsumoto awoke with a calloused hand to her shoulder. Immediately upon waking, she noted who roused her and she scooted over. Shuuhei had done the same for her when Gin had left, allowed her to share his bed in the most innocent way. It was like a child crawling into his parent's bed after a nightmare. Nothing about it was sexual. It was a creature comfort.
It was the worst to grieve alone. It was damn near unbearable. Gin hadn't been her Captain, but rather the man she had loved unconditionally since childhood. And that had hurt her dearly, to see him leave. She could empathize with Shuuhei's pain.
Hisagi curled around her, his chest warm on her slim back, his strong arms around her middle. His 69 tattoo merged with her honey blond hair and he pressed against her fondly. Tonight she was not just a friend, not merely a beautiful women, at least not in the forefront of his mind. She was the only thing warm and good left in this world, and one that he needed time with to heal.
AN: I hope you liked.