Fic: Battle Scars
Cee-chan's request was as follows:
Fandom: Bleach~
Pairing: HisagixKira ^.^
Prompt: Battle scars
And I was only too happy to oblige; been meaning to write some HisagiKira for yonks. Only I never had the inspiration to start and/or finish it D:
Anyways hope you like it Cee-chan and I'm sorry it's not very long....
Title: Battle Scars
Rating: T?
Warnings: Very very mild sexual themes
Word count: 583
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach D: I just like to mess with the characters heads :D
The ninth division captain stood on top of a perfectly ordinary building with a perfectly ordinary flat roof on a perfectly ordinary day. But to the few who knew, the memories connected to that roof were far from perfectly ordinary. Shuuhei leant against the railings surrounding the edge of the roof watching the tiny specks that were the humans below. He watched them rush; crashing into one another just passing each other by and just seeing this as another building. A familiar reiatsu tingled at his senses as a senkaimon appeared behind him sliding open and shut once the shinigami had stepped through. The new arrival said nothing, he didn’t need to; he knew his presence was already acknowledged and appreciated. The brunette felt the warmth of his companion’s body as the shinigami stood beside him. It emanated from the thin fabric of the shinigami uniform as their arms touched; now both leaning on the metal bars.
The hours stretched out as they remained in a comfortable silence until Shuuhei eventually disturbed it.
“You didn’t have to come Izuru.” He told the blonde captain.
“Hai, hai. You say that every year Shuuhei.” Izuru smiled softly but it wasn’t quite enough to wipe the slightly sad and guilty look that played across the brunette’s features. The blonde reached out twining their fingers together before leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss against the scars on his lover’s face. There was a very small tremble from Shuuhei only noticeable because of their close proximity. The blonde mused on the vast improvement from the flinch that had once been common place should Izuru so much as try to touch the scars let alone…But those days were gone. Their hands broke apart as the third division captain was drawn into his lover’s arms and Shuuhei nuzzled into the golden strands.
“Thank you.”
Thank you for coming back
Thank you for being here
“Of course.”
Of course I came back
Of course I’ll always be here
Shuuhei pulled back to look at the blonde properly. His head dipped down to kiss him soundly, tongue teasing at the seam of the blonde’s lips. Arms tightened around his waist, his tongue plundering the sweet mouth beneath his as he tightened his own hold on the blonde. The brunette’s lips began to work their way down the blonde’s throat tongue sliding out to run against the thin scar peeking out from the collar of the blonde’s uniform.
“A-ah Shuu…” The blonde breathed, the skin was still sensitive even after all the time that had passed since the end of the war. A light nip to the base of his neck had a shiver running up the blonde’s spine as those soft lips withdrew.
“I guess we should think about going back.” The brunette murmured.
“Ah but first…” Izuru wriggled his way out of Shuuhei’s embrace and walked over to the flowers that he’d left where the senkaimon had closed earlier. “I brought these.” White lilies, coloured a soft orange by the approaching dusk, were handed to the ninth division captain who knelt down to gently place them at the bottom of the railings.
“Aa. Perfect.” The blonde offered another smile before turning and drawing his sword to open the senkaimon. “Take care Kanisawa, Aoga.” The brunette rose turning back to the blonde two hell butterflies fluttering above him. Not another word was said as the two stepped side by side through the gate and silently they left the memory filled rooftop.