Bleach Fanfiction: Urahara/Hirako 0/7
Title: Well, Would You Look at That
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hirako Shinji/Urahara Kisuke
Spoilers: up to 424
Summary: This is how it starts, and how it never ends.
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Well, Would You Look at That
The second night, he isn't followed.
Kisuke is watchful, and doesn't try to act like he doesn't sense him coming. He's sitting out where he did last night, bare feet and skinny ankles dangling down between the wooden slats off the edge of the veranda.
"Hirako-san! Good evening. I see you didn't bring your little trailer along with you tonight."
"Naw, I'm all unhitched. He doesn't seem to be having any more trouble sleeping. Mind if I join you there?"
"Not at all, not at all."
Hirako hops up to stand by Kisuke's side, straightening and yawning and stretching before easing himself down to sit slumped with one elbow on his knee, propping his chin on top of his wrist. Tonight, he hasn't brought anything with him to talk about. But the atmosphere is easy-they're both relaxed, not just pretending to be. He likes it when he finds someone who doesn't trouble to complicate a simple offer of company.
"I've heard that you, also, are interested in human culture," Kisuke starts, after a long, comfortable silence. "Actually, I heard music when I passed outside your office today. Ragtime, is it?"
"Funky stuff, yeah? I'll let you borrow the record sometime, if you ask me real nice."
"Generous. I'll have to solicit advice from Hiyori about effective ways to bribe you."
"Don't count on her for that. She'll probably tell you to gnaw my balls off."
"Oh? You two are into that kind of thing, eh? Well, they say, each to his own..."
"Who says?" Hirako asks, turning partly toward Kisuke so he won't waste a good smirk.
"Erm. Humans, actually."
Hirako chuckles lightly. He can feel a pleasant conversation coming on. He doesn't know how long it's been since he last sat down and had an actually nice talk with somebody.
"It isn't a full moon tonight, but would you like to share a drink?" Kisuke offers. Hirako gives a short laugh that sounds bitter but isn't, tossing his head in an amicable gesture.
"That'd be swell. Bring out something nice and shitty, yeah? It's a good night for gastric discomfort."
"Oh ho ho, I know just the thing," Kisuke says. And with a genial but inscrutable smile, he disappears.
It was Kisuke's first cautious gesture tonight, that smile-alert and measuring. Not like the automatic smile he'd given tonight when Shinji appeared-that one was different; that one was new. Kisuke seemed to click with Shinji right off the bat, but the man isn't stupid enough to offer trust without prior assessment. Kisuke, Hirako has already observed, is liberal with offering his smiles all around, many of them sincere but more of them subterfuge.
He's kind, trusting, a little bit timid. That isn't untrue, or forced, but there are layers under it-layers that probably go nice and fucking deep. Who could guess how many. He hides his sincerity within insincerity which is not sincerely insincere. He smiles and means it, to disguise how much he means it.
Kisuke's smiles are secrets.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hirako Shinji/Urahara Kisuke
Spoilers: up to 424
Summary: This is how it starts, and how it never ends.
THIS WORK IS RELEASED UNDER THE GNU FREE DOCUMENTATION LICENSE. You are free to archive, repost, reuse, quote, translate, alter, or link to all or any part of this work without permission, notification, or attribution; I only politely ask that if you do so, you keep it freely and publicly accessible (do not "friends-lock" or require registration to view).
Well, Would You Look at That
The second night, he isn't followed.
Kisuke is watchful, and doesn't try to act like he doesn't sense him coming. He's sitting out where he did last night, bare feet and skinny ankles dangling down between the wooden slats off the edge of the veranda.
"Hirako-san! Good evening. I see you didn't bring your little trailer along with you tonight."
"Naw, I'm all unhitched. He doesn't seem to be having any more trouble sleeping. Mind if I join you there?"
"Not at all, not at all."
Hirako hops up to stand by Kisuke's side, straightening and yawning and stretching before easing himself down to sit slumped with one elbow on his knee, propping his chin on top of his wrist. Tonight, he hasn't brought anything with him to talk about. But the atmosphere is easy-they're both relaxed, not just pretending to be. He likes it when he finds someone who doesn't trouble to complicate a simple offer of company.
"I've heard that you, also, are interested in human culture," Kisuke starts, after a long, comfortable silence. "Actually, I heard music when I passed outside your office today. Ragtime, is it?"
"Funky stuff, yeah? I'll let you borrow the record sometime, if you ask me real nice."
"Generous. I'll have to solicit advice from Hiyori about effective ways to bribe you."
"Don't count on her for that. She'll probably tell you to gnaw my balls off."
"Oh? You two are into that kind of thing, eh? Well, they say, each to his own..."
"Who says?" Hirako asks, turning partly toward Kisuke so he won't waste a good smirk.
"Erm. Humans, actually."
Hirako chuckles lightly. He can feel a pleasant conversation coming on. He doesn't know how long it's been since he last sat down and had an actually nice talk with somebody.
"It isn't a full moon tonight, but would you like to share a drink?" Kisuke offers. Hirako gives a short laugh that sounds bitter but isn't, tossing his head in an amicable gesture.
"That'd be swell. Bring out something nice and shitty, yeah? It's a good night for gastric discomfort."
"Oh ho ho, I know just the thing," Kisuke says. And with a genial but inscrutable smile, he disappears.
It was Kisuke's first cautious gesture tonight, that smile-alert and measuring. Not like the automatic smile he'd given tonight when Shinji appeared-that one was different; that one was new. Kisuke seemed to click with Shinji right off the bat, but the man isn't stupid enough to offer trust without prior assessment. Kisuke, Hirako has already observed, is liberal with offering his smiles all around, many of them sincere but more of them subterfuge.
He's kind, trusting, a little bit timid. That isn't untrue, or forced, but there are layers under it-layers that probably go nice and fucking deep. Who could guess how many. He hides his sincerity within insincerity which is not sincerely insincere. He smiles and means it, to disguise how much he means it.
Kisuke's smiles are secrets.
Next