Requested by le car- thank you
Isane x Kira
Cross
She had sighed when she was sent word that Lieutenant Kira had, once more, disappeared. This was the third time since the end of the war, and though he had never gone too far (the first time, from recollection, he had been in a park, the second time a museum, it being easy to slip through Karakura, as they still had not managed to fix the distorted energies between Soul Society and the town after the transportation) she had thought that their talks had made him feel a little better.
She found herself blushing as she remembered those conversations, his sweet and tempered voice always able to stir things inside her that, long ago, she had firmly stamped 'inappropriate' and tried hard to ignore ever since.
Her Captain had asked her to retrieve him this time, although it was not something that would normally fall to her; Captain Unohana simply seemed to have an uncanny ability to tell what would best suit everyone all around, and the sway to convince others of the same.
It took a little searching before she found the taste of his rietsu in the air, and she followed them into, of all things, a Christian church. It was dark and cool inside, the cavernous space filled with an indiscernible hum of quiet conversation and an atmosphere of peaceful reverence.
He was sat near the back, and he did not look at her as she took a seat next to him. She stared forward, just as he was, so as not to make him uncomfortable, and found her eyes caught by the huge wooden cross that adorned the far wall, above the alter.
"What are you doing here, Lieutenant?"
Their voices were hushed in the stillness, enough to sound intimate, to make her blush once more. She found, to her dismay, that the tentative friendship developing between them made her happy more than she cared to admit.
"I tried to find religion, but I don't think it likes me all that much."
Isane sighed, and tried not to smile at the standard Izuru self-depreciation.
"Are you saying that you tried to believe in a religion that preaches an afterlife that we know doesn't exist?"
He turned to her, mouth open before turning into that strange, small smile that was reserved for a select few people; the smile, she had come to realise, that meant that part of him was thinking of something else.
"I supposed I am, yes."
"Why?"
Kira looked forward again, the fists of his hands loosening until his palms rested flat against the pew.
"I think that I would like something to believe in again."
"You could believe in yourself."
There was a rise to his eyebrows at that, and she nibbled on her lip. Her next words came out a little hoarse from nerves- embarrassed and flustered, she regretted them the moment that they came out.
"You could believe in… me."
But then he turned to her and smiled again, only this was a brighter, more real expression than anything else she had ever seen on his face: in her mind, it only made him look all the more lovely.
His hand found hers on the solid oak of the pew.
"I think… I think that that might be nice."