Telling You - KenShuu
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Theme: 03:00
Title: Telling You
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei, Muguruma Kensei, Kensei/Shuuhei
Category: Relationship - Romantic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Major spoilers for most recent chapters. BL.
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Summary: He could no longer keep his feelings hidden.
Why had he decided to stay?
When Shuuhei first heard the news - it was Rangiku who relayed it to him - he felt excited, joyful, nervous, and a bit nauseous. The man who saved him over a hundred years ago, the man he admired and loved above all else, was going to remain in Soul Society. The thought of the former captain returning to the Gotei 13 greatly thrilled the younger shinigami for he would see the man on a regular basis. But that initial enthrallment quickly waned when Shuuhei realized he could no longer focus on anything other than one Muguruma Kensei.
During training, his mind would drift to the silver-haired man and who ever he happened to be challenging would easily take him down, mouths dropped in confusion as to how it happened. Shuuhei was not a weak person, therefore fighting him ought to be much more difficult. And his suffering battle skills were nothing compared to the quality of his paperwork which was getting progressively messier and less coherent; this was most surprising as he had always been overly thorough with his reports.
But what bothered Shuuhei the most was that quite often his subordinates would walk by his office to find him staring blankly into space. They would knock on the doorframe and he would snap to attention, apologizing while returning to his assignments. It may have appeared he was busy, but they knew by the far off daze in his eyes that his mind was somewhere else...and he could tell that they were very aware of what the problem was.
He should have left, Shuuhei thought late one night, I can't concentrate on anything other than him...it's not fair to my division. Unable to sleep, he rolled over and sighed, examining the clock ticking softly in the still night. Three-thirteen in the morning. He frowned and shut his eyes. He needed to sleep, in less than four hours he was expected to attend an important meeting for the very man tormenting his mind. Returning to his back, his eyes fluttered open again and he frowned in frustration. It's been over a week. I can't keep letting my feelings for him get in the way of what my responsibilities are. Maybe I should just tell him...I'm not gonna be able to get on with my life until I do so. Fuck, why are these things so difficult?
Shuuhei stared at the pale ceiling, following the shadows cast by the moon. What could he do? The obvious answer was to just get it over with and tell the man, but his body was refusing to move. So he laid there, continuing to watch the shadows that were gradually changing. Hesitantly, he looked back at the clock. Three-thirty-eight. I'm not gonna sleep until I tell him, he realized, reluctantly. With an apprehensive sigh, he forced himself off the futon and quickly dressed in his shihakushou.
Luckily for him, his destination was just across the hall - as Kensei had chosen to stay with his former division - and with a new found determination, the younger shinigami took a deep breath before knocking on the door in front of him. When his ears were greeted with silence, he knocked again. Nothing. He tried once more and still there was no reply. Just as he was about to give up, he heard the rustle of sheets, feet padding softly across the wooden floor, and the door slid open to reveal Kensei covered only in a blanket he held around his waist. Shuuhei flushed yet managed to lock eyes with the former captain.
"What is it, Hisagi?" Kensei muttered sleepily, making no effort to hide his annoyance.
Shuuhei could feel his voice begin to falter before he even spoke. "We need to discuss something."
"Can't it wait 'til tomorrow? It's only..." He glanced over his shoulder. "Three-forty in the morning. What the hell is wrong with you, waking me so late...early? You are aware I have a meeting in a few hours?"
"Yes, but..."
"And you are aware that this meeting will determine if I'm gonna be captain again?"
"Yes. I'm attending it, also."
Kensei quirked a brow. "Then why are you here?"
"...Can I come in?"
Oh, so that's what this is about. The former captain smirked at the request; he was not dense, he knew exactly what the purpose of the visit was now.
Without a response, Kensei moved aside, allowing his soon-to-be lieutenant to pass. Shuuhei took another deep breath, fighting back the color that was threatening to turn him brighter than he already was, and made himself comfortable at the end of Kensei's futon. Said man sat beside him, making sure he was close enough that Shuuhei could feel his body heat yet not actually touch - it was much too fun teasing the younger man.
There was a long pause before either said another word. Shuuhei stared at his feet while Kensei watched the former from his peripheral vision, waiting for the declaration he knew was coming. Yet the clock ticked by regardless of the lack of conversation, and they continued to sit there, neither appearing as though they had anything to say. Out of habit, Shuuhei took another glimpse at the clock. Three-fifty. Noticing the slight movement, Kensei peeked too and exhaled deeply. This was getting no where but he remained quiet, holding in his displeasure. Shuuhei would speak if he was just patient, he knew it.
Finally, as if sensing the building tension, Shuuhei began, "I've never forgotten about you, Muguruma-taichou. Ever since that day, you've always been a huge part of my life. Hell, you were the reason I became a shinigami in the first place."
Kensei gave no reply, instead making sure he heard everything that had to be said.
The brunet chuckled sarcastically, "You probably wouldn't even remember me if it weren't for the tattoo..."
As though on cue, both men's eyes found themselves on the other's matching mark.
"You're wrong..." Kensei added. "I've thought about you almost every day since then. I've wondered how you were, what you were doing...I even managed to sneak back into Seireitei and see you become lieutenant."
"Really?" Shuuhei asked, incredulously.
The Vizard nodded, his forehead crinkled into a frown as always.
Again, silence filled the room. Neither knew what to say, or if they even needed to say anything, so instead they simultaneously glanced at the clock as though it would have the answer. Three-fifty-five.
"I suppose I should go..." Shuuhei mumbled.
As he stood, he felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist. He looked back at Kensei, astonishment quite evident in his expression.
A brief pause stole away another minute, and Kensei cockily stated, "So, you're not gonna admit it to me, eh? We both know why you're here, just say it already. You can't afford to keep slacking on your work over this."
"What're you talking about?" Shuuhei chocked out - this was much more difficult than he could imagine.
"Stop putting it off. It's not like I'm gonna bite your head off or anything."
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-seven.
Shuuhei reclaimed his seat, pleasantly surprised when Kensei did not release his wrist.
"I..." he began, uneasily.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-eight.
"Fuck, I can't do this..."
Wanting this game to end so he could get back to sleep, Kensei placed his arm around Shuuhei's waist, bringing the shinigami fully against him.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-nine.
The act was enough to re-ignite his previous determination, for he wanted it to be over with too. "Muguruma-taichou...I more than admire you. You're more important to me than any other person."
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Now let's sleep, we've got a big day." Kensei removed his arm and made his way to the top, spreading the blanket back over the futon as it was before he was rudely awaken.
Shuuhei remained stationary, watching the Vizard attempt to fall back to sleep - he was not sure if he should leave or stay.
When Kensei realized that the other had not moved, he sat up, torso and tattoo exposed, and said abruptly, "Are you gonna join me or what? Either way, I need sleep."
"Y-yes, taichou..."
As soon as he laid next to the other man, he felt those well-toned arms around him again and he rested his head on the other's chest. Almost immediately, both had drifted back into sleep, contented that Shuuhei would no longer be held back by his untold feelings.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Four-o-clock.
Theme: 03:00
Title: Telling You
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hisagi Shuuhei, Muguruma Kensei, Kensei/Shuuhei
Category: Relationship - Romantic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Major spoilers for most recent chapters. BL.
Disclaimer: Bleach and characters belong to Kubo Tite.
Summary: He could no longer keep his feelings hidden.
Why had he decided to stay?
When Shuuhei first heard the news - it was Rangiku who relayed it to him - he felt excited, joyful, nervous, and a bit nauseous. The man who saved him over a hundred years ago, the man he admired and loved above all else, was going to remain in Soul Society. The thought of the former captain returning to the Gotei 13 greatly thrilled the younger shinigami for he would see the man on a regular basis. But that initial enthrallment quickly waned when Shuuhei realized he could no longer focus on anything other than one Muguruma Kensei.
During training, his mind would drift to the silver-haired man and who ever he happened to be challenging would easily take him down, mouths dropped in confusion as to how it happened. Shuuhei was not a weak person, therefore fighting him ought to be much more difficult. And his suffering battle skills were nothing compared to the quality of his paperwork which was getting progressively messier and less coherent; this was most surprising as he had always been overly thorough with his reports.
But what bothered Shuuhei the most was that quite often his subordinates would walk by his office to find him staring blankly into space. They would knock on the doorframe and he would snap to attention, apologizing while returning to his assignments. It may have appeared he was busy, but they knew by the far off daze in his eyes that his mind was somewhere else...and he could tell that they were very aware of what the problem was.
He should have left, Shuuhei thought late one night, I can't concentrate on anything other than him...it's not fair to my division. Unable to sleep, he rolled over and sighed, examining the clock ticking softly in the still night. Three-thirteen in the morning. He frowned and shut his eyes. He needed to sleep, in less than four hours he was expected to attend an important meeting for the very man tormenting his mind. Returning to his back, his eyes fluttered open again and he frowned in frustration. It's been over a week. I can't keep letting my feelings for him get in the way of what my responsibilities are. Maybe I should just tell him...I'm not gonna be able to get on with my life until I do so. Fuck, why are these things so difficult?
Shuuhei stared at the pale ceiling, following the shadows cast by the moon. What could he do? The obvious answer was to just get it over with and tell the man, but his body was refusing to move. So he laid there, continuing to watch the shadows that were gradually changing. Hesitantly, he looked back at the clock. Three-thirty-eight. I'm not gonna sleep until I tell him, he realized, reluctantly. With an apprehensive sigh, he forced himself off the futon and quickly dressed in his shihakushou.
Luckily for him, his destination was just across the hall - as Kensei had chosen to stay with his former division - and with a new found determination, the younger shinigami took a deep breath before knocking on the door in front of him. When his ears were greeted with silence, he knocked again. Nothing. He tried once more and still there was no reply. Just as he was about to give up, he heard the rustle of sheets, feet padding softly across the wooden floor, and the door slid open to reveal Kensei covered only in a blanket he held around his waist. Shuuhei flushed yet managed to lock eyes with the former captain.
"What is it, Hisagi?" Kensei muttered sleepily, making no effort to hide his annoyance.
Shuuhei could feel his voice begin to falter before he even spoke. "We need to discuss something."
"Can't it wait 'til tomorrow? It's only..." He glanced over his shoulder. "Three-forty in the morning. What the hell is wrong with you, waking me so late...early? You are aware I have a meeting in a few hours?"
"Yes, but..."
"And you are aware that this meeting will determine if I'm gonna be captain again?"
"Yes. I'm attending it, also."
Kensei quirked a brow. "Then why are you here?"
"...Can I come in?"
Oh, so that's what this is about. The former captain smirked at the request; he was not dense, he knew exactly what the purpose of the visit was now.
Without a response, Kensei moved aside, allowing his soon-to-be lieutenant to pass. Shuuhei took another deep breath, fighting back the color that was threatening to turn him brighter than he already was, and made himself comfortable at the end of Kensei's futon. Said man sat beside him, making sure he was close enough that Shuuhei could feel his body heat yet not actually touch - it was much too fun teasing the younger man.
There was a long pause before either said another word. Shuuhei stared at his feet while Kensei watched the former from his peripheral vision, waiting for the declaration he knew was coming. Yet the clock ticked by regardless of the lack of conversation, and they continued to sit there, neither appearing as though they had anything to say. Out of habit, Shuuhei took another glimpse at the clock. Three-fifty. Noticing the slight movement, Kensei peeked too and exhaled deeply. This was getting no where but he remained quiet, holding in his displeasure. Shuuhei would speak if he was just patient, he knew it.
Finally, as if sensing the building tension, Shuuhei began, "I've never forgotten about you, Muguruma-taichou. Ever since that day, you've always been a huge part of my life. Hell, you were the reason I became a shinigami in the first place."
Kensei gave no reply, instead making sure he heard everything that had to be said.
The brunet chuckled sarcastically, "You probably wouldn't even remember me if it weren't for the tattoo..."
As though on cue, both men's eyes found themselves on the other's matching mark.
"You're wrong..." Kensei added. "I've thought about you almost every day since then. I've wondered how you were, what you were doing...I even managed to sneak back into Seireitei and see you become lieutenant."
"Really?" Shuuhei asked, incredulously.
The Vizard nodded, his forehead crinkled into a frown as always.
Again, silence filled the room. Neither knew what to say, or if they even needed to say anything, so instead they simultaneously glanced at the clock as though it would have the answer. Three-fifty-five.
"I suppose I should go..." Shuuhei mumbled.
As he stood, he felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist. He looked back at Kensei, astonishment quite evident in his expression.
A brief pause stole away another minute, and Kensei cockily stated, "So, you're not gonna admit it to me, eh? We both know why you're here, just say it already. You can't afford to keep slacking on your work over this."
"What're you talking about?" Shuuhei chocked out - this was much more difficult than he could imagine.
"Stop putting it off. It's not like I'm gonna bite your head off or anything."
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-seven.
Shuuhei reclaimed his seat, pleasantly surprised when Kensei did not release his wrist.
"I..." he began, uneasily.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-eight.
"Fuck, I can't do this..."
Wanting this game to end so he could get back to sleep, Kensei placed his arm around Shuuhei's waist, bringing the shinigami fully against him.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Three-fifty-nine.
The act was enough to re-ignite his previous determination, for he wanted it to be over with too. "Muguruma-taichou...I more than admire you. You're more important to me than any other person."
"That wasn't so hard, was it? Now let's sleep, we've got a big day." Kensei removed his arm and made his way to the top, spreading the blanket back over the futon as it was before he was rudely awaken.
Shuuhei remained stationary, watching the Vizard attempt to fall back to sleep - he was not sure if he should leave or stay.
When Kensei realized that the other had not moved, he sat up, torso and tattoo exposed, and said abruptly, "Are you gonna join me or what? Either way, I need sleep."
"Y-yes, taichou..."
As soon as he laid next to the other man, he felt those well-toned arms around him again and he rested his head on the other's chest. Almost immediately, both had drifted back into sleep, contented that Shuuhei would no longer be held back by his untold feelings.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Four-o-clock.