Beautiful Soul
Title: Beautiful Soul
Character: Yumichika (Ikka/Yumi)
Prompt: Table 2, #49, Listen (50scenes)
Rating: PG
Word count: 496
Warning: Um... FLUFF.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of its characters.
Beautiful Soul
The first rays of the morning sun slither in through the bedroom windows, and Yumichika lays awake, watching them dance across the ceiling. He is silent, listening to Ikkaku breathe steadily beside him. Time seems to slow as the thoughts in his head spin wildly out of control, questions without answers plaguing him.
"Ikkaku?" he asks softly, so as not to disturb his lover if the man is engulfed in his own world of dreams.
The third seat shifts and grunts softly, turning on his side and draping an arm over Yumi's lithe frame. "Hmm?" There is sleep and drowsiness written into his voice.
Yumi smiles and relaxes into his companion's embrace. "Ikkaku, love? What do you think happens when we die?"
The question earns him a curious look and a sleepy grunt. "Eh? You know what happens," Ikkaku replies, running his hand over Yumi's stomach. "Our souls are reborn in the real world and we start over again."
The brunette lays in silence some more, still staring at the ceiling. "But..." he ventures, after a moment. "But do you think we'll remember anything?"
Ikkaku grunts again and rests his chin against Yumi's shoulder. "How am I supposed to know these things? And why are you so curious... you plan on dying sometime soon?" There is a trace of concern in the question.
Rolling over, Yumi rests his head on the pillow and stares into Ikkaku's eyes. "No... I was just thinking... what if my soul is reborn in some hideous body?" He shivers at the thought.
The man next to him blinks once before chuckling softly. "I don't think that will be a problem."
"No? Why not?" His voice is indignant, and his eyes convey that he is not very impressed at his lover's cheerful approach to such a troubling subject.
"Because," Ikkaku explains, ghosting the back of his hand over Yumi's beautiful face, "I doubt your soul would tolerate being stuck in some ugly shell."
Yumi thinks about this for a moment, blinking slowly in the growing light. "But..."
Ikkaku cuts him off by placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Don't worry about it," he chides. "Besides, it's not your body that makes you truly beautiful... it's the soul inside. And your soul will always be gorgeous, no matter where it is or what body it's in."
A gentle smile works over Yumi's face as his lover's words sink in, slowly easing away any and all worry.
"Ikkaku?" He tightens his hand around the other man's bicep.
"What is it now?" The bald shinigami closes his eyes and nestles further into the pillows.
"I love you."
Ikkaku grins, eyes still closed, and finds Yumi's hands with his own, intertwining their fingers together tightly. "I know. Now, can we please sleep?"
"Mm." Yumi rests his head next to Ikkaku's chest and closes his eyes, listening to his lover's heart beat on. That heart... a beating symbol of the soul that he will always love.
Character: Yumichika (Ikka/Yumi)
Prompt: Table 2, #49, Listen (50scenes)
Rating: PG
Word count: 496
Warning: Um... FLUFF.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of its characters.
Beautiful Soul
The first rays of the morning sun slither in through the bedroom windows, and Yumichika lays awake, watching them dance across the ceiling. He is silent, listening to Ikkaku breathe steadily beside him. Time seems to slow as the thoughts in his head spin wildly out of control, questions without answers plaguing him.
"Ikkaku?" he asks softly, so as not to disturb his lover if the man is engulfed in his own world of dreams.
The third seat shifts and grunts softly, turning on his side and draping an arm over Yumi's lithe frame. "Hmm?" There is sleep and drowsiness written into his voice.
Yumi smiles and relaxes into his companion's embrace. "Ikkaku, love? What do you think happens when we die?"
The question earns him a curious look and a sleepy grunt. "Eh? You know what happens," Ikkaku replies, running his hand over Yumi's stomach. "Our souls are reborn in the real world and we start over again."
The brunette lays in silence some more, still staring at the ceiling. "But..." he ventures, after a moment. "But do you think we'll remember anything?"
Ikkaku grunts again and rests his chin against Yumi's shoulder. "How am I supposed to know these things? And why are you so curious... you plan on dying sometime soon?" There is a trace of concern in the question.
Rolling over, Yumi rests his head on the pillow and stares into Ikkaku's eyes. "No... I was just thinking... what if my soul is reborn in some hideous body?" He shivers at the thought.
The man next to him blinks once before chuckling softly. "I don't think that will be a problem."
"No? Why not?" His voice is indignant, and his eyes convey that he is not very impressed at his lover's cheerful approach to such a troubling subject.
"Because," Ikkaku explains, ghosting the back of his hand over Yumi's beautiful face, "I doubt your soul would tolerate being stuck in some ugly shell."
Yumi thinks about this for a moment, blinking slowly in the growing light. "But..."
Ikkaku cuts him off by placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "Don't worry about it," he chides. "Besides, it's not your body that makes you truly beautiful... it's the soul inside. And your soul will always be gorgeous, no matter where it is or what body it's in."
A gentle smile works over Yumi's face as his lover's words sink in, slowly easing away any and all worry.
"Ikkaku?" He tightens his hand around the other man's bicep.
"What is it now?" The bald shinigami closes his eyes and nestles further into the pillows.
"I love you."
Ikkaku grins, eyes still closed, and finds Yumi's hands with his own, intertwining their fingers together tightly. "I know. Now, can we please sleep?"
"Mm." Yumi rests his head next to Ikkaku's chest and closes his eyes, listening to his lover's heart beat on. That heart... a beating symbol of the soul that he will always love.