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Forged Confessions	By : BookMaggot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ukitake/Shunsui Views: 3963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Meeeep! A hundred and ten thousand apologies wonderful readers, RL can be a horror when it wants to be. I had some problems with getting to the story, but here it is!
NOTE: Raymy gave me a wonderful review, and because of her I will be changing the previous chapter slightly by adding the first part of this chapter to it at a later date. It will enhance the flow of the story, I feel, and hopefully keep the tension up better. So a thank you to Raymy and of course to all the other reviewers who made this story possible!
A million thank you's to reviewers and readers and I really hope the ending was not only worth the wait, but also worth the read! :)
And of course let me know what you think >_< I'm happy(ish) with it, but as always, would love to hear what I could have done better!
Thanks again, and enjoy!
Authentic Confessions
For one ice cold and fearful moment Shunsui thought that this was some horrible trick his mind was playing on him. The eyes were tired and hazy but the spark of life had yet to leave them.
“Shunsui…?”
Jushiro blinked up at him and Shunsui held his breath, waiting for the illusion to shatter into a million pieces, and to wake up crying and shuddering in his room. But it wasn’t happening, and if this was a dream then please let it last forever.
He gasped when a cold hand touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds but the hand would not leave and when he opened them Jushiro was still there, looking at him curiously. So tentatively, and believing in this moment for now, he reached up and took the cold hand in his, enjoying the soft texture and beautiful palm despite years of battle.
“Scared you again?” Jushiro rasped.
He started and looked at Jushiro, his eyes were not as glazed anymore and though his reiatsu was the same it wasn’t getting any weaker, so Shunsui smiled.
“I deserved it this time,”
Jushiro smiled back at him, “Doubt it,” he said but the smile faded to be replaced by a light frown, “Why…” he cleared his throat, “Why are you crying?”
Shunsui blinked, “Um…” he felt a lot more awkward and uncertain when Jushiro was awake and staring at him so definitely. But the shock and fear had drained away to leave only an open and honest shell of a man.
Still, maybe he should wait until Jushiro was better. It couldn’t be good for his health. His eye caught movement and he came face to face with a glaring Retsu Unohana. Her glare and posture almost daring him to back out. Shunsui swallowed stiffly. She was right. He could not deny Jushiro his answer, not this time but how should he say it? It wasn't as if the right words were just going go drop on his... head...
His eye caught a crumpled piece of paper, and despite it all he smiled.
“Jushiro,” He said and tightened his grip on the pale hand. The right words, he realized then, just needed the right inspiration. “You are the cup to make sake, the pink in my haori and the straw to my hat, in other words…” he leaned forwards and kissed him lightly, “You complete me Juu-chan,”
That look of complete shock and disbelief mixed with hope and joy on Jushiro’s face he would come to treasure for all his days. And even as Retsu chased him out of the room, saying things like ‘he needs rest’ Shunsui could not keep his eyes off of him, and Jushiro in turn seemed to have the same problem. It had been a close call, a bitter painful lesson and an even worse experience. He would be honest in saying he would never wish to go through this ever again. But for Jushiro he knew in his heart he would go through hell and back.
Little could compare to almost losing him, but nothing could compare to finally finding him.
* * *
The emotion that washed over the Seireitei that day was one of complete relief, and it seemed to linger long after the ordeal, as if the Shinnigami clung to it. Some celebrated with drink or parties, but many went back to their daily lives as if nothing had happened. It was the reaction Jushiro would have preferred.
His recovery was not as slow as Retsu had feared. Within a few short days he was already smiling, and enjoying the company of his exhausting third seats. And he was happy, in some ways, but in that time a new fear had settled in his heart. Shunsui had kissed him, he had honestly kissed him and even told him, in his own way, that he loved him. It had felt wonderful, and so perfect, a moment he would never exchange for anything in the world.
But since then he hadn't seen him again. Shunsui had not visited him, not once. Not a single letter or gift.
He was worried, to say the least, and lying in bed with nothing else to do but worry did nothing good to the soul. Retsu had tried speaking to him, telling him not to worry, that Shunsui will turn up eventually. Even her soothing voice and kind words had done nothing to ease his fear.
By the end of the week Retsu felt safe to let him go, on the basis he did not work for at least a week. Something which Jushiro was eternally grateful for. But as he left the Fourth Division he felt another pang of fear. What if Shunsui had had second thoughts? What if he'd gotten cold feet? The very thought churned his gut, and tore him up in ways he could never express with words. Still, if it was all Shunsui could offer, then he would treasure the memory for all his life.
But the childish need to turn back and run to Retsu was laughably overwhelming, but he held out. Whatever he had to face, he'll face it today.
“Captain!” two voices harmonized in the hall, and despite his fear and trepidation Jushiro smiled.
“Kiyone, Sentarou,” he greeted, “I hope my absence didn't cause you too many problems?”
“No Captain!” they said together, “We were just worried about you, we were happy to help-”
They paused.
….three, two, one, Jushiro counted-
“Stop copying me!”
And Jushiro laughed, it was refreshing to know some things hadn't changed. The two stopped when they heard him chuckling and smiled at him, the relief evident on their faces.
“Come on,” he said, walking past them “I want to get back to Ugendo,”
They shared a look, and Jushiro paused mid-stride, “What is it?”
Sentarou cleared his throat, “Ugendo isn't repaired yet, Captain,” he licked his lips, a sure sign of worry, “We've been working the whole week but it will take at least two more before everything is finished,”
“Repaired?” he said, “Why would it need...” and realization dawned. The fire. Oh gods, his home... his beautiful home. It was destroyed, he'd forgotten. He blinked when he realized tears had sprung up, but he bit them back. Jushiro, he thought, you fool. Your home, your family home, you burnt down in a moment of complete selfishness, and for what?
He frowned,
Shunsui still wasn't here.
“Captain?”
He started and looked at them, their faces conveyed nothing but worry, and a different kind of guilt washed over him. “I'm fine,” he paused, “I had not thought it would have done that much damage,”
She smiled, “Don't worry Captain, it'll be good as new, you won't even know there'd been a fire,”
“It's not about the fire pipsqueack,” Sentarou snapped, “it's all the personal things that went up in flames with it!”
“I know that, Sentarou, but I didn't want to mention it because it might upset our Captain, worm for brains”
“Who are you calling a worm!”
“Not me!” she hissed back, “I called you worm-for-brains!”
They continued their triad, but somewhere along the way they started to walk, asking, in between arguments for their Captain to follow them, and Jushiro did. He honestly had nothing better to do, and where ever he was going to stay would, hopefully, be as far away from his home as possible. He couldn't bare to look at it right now.
The guilt would probably kill him.
They followed a route he knew well, and the tension began to coil up again. They were heading to the eight division. Had Shunsui asked for him to stay there? Or had there simply not been enough space? So many questions, with so few answers was making his head ache. Maybe his friend was just being nice to him. Silently, he wished he had at least some of the answers.
In between the fear of losing his friend, and the depression of losing his house Jushiro went uncharacteristically quiet, so much so that his two third seats started to settle down as well.
They reached his new living quarters. It's a long way from Shunsui's, he noted and his heart sank. His two third seats gave him their well wishes, and promised him everything will be ready when he gets back from his rest. Jushiro bade them farewell and watched him leave, bickering as they went. He would be lying if he said he was feeling comfortable, his heart was racing madly in his chest, and he felt a little sick from the shock.
My home, he thought, It's gone now...
They can rebuild it, but it'll never be the same.
Tired, depressed and miserable, he pushed open the door to his rooms and went inside.
“Hey there handsome,”
And froze dead.
In the middle of the room, lying sprawled out on the bed with a leering smile, was none other than Shunsui. For a moment Jushiro was certain he was hallucinating, but no illusion could be this real. His friend smiled at his expression.
“Sorry I was a no show the past week, I've been a bit busy getting your home ready,” he rolled off the bed with his usual cat like grace, and came to stand a few feet away from him, “You're looking a lot better,” then a smile, “Which isn't saying much, you looked awful the last time I saw you,”
Jushiro didn't answer.
“You'll be staying here for about a day,” he said, "But then you'll be moved closer to where I am. We had to clean up the rooms, it looks horrible up there right now, but that's what you get for using guest rooms as sake-store rooms, right?”
He still didn't answer, but Shunsui seemed unperturbed.
“Oh, I got you something,” he turned around and grabbed something off the bed, “it's not much, but seeing as yours was destroyed and all, I felt you needed a new one,” he shrugged and held it out for him to take.
Jushiro, feeling like a mechanical doll, reached up and took it. It was a black book. Made from leather, with a soft smooth cover, it was much the same as the one he'd had. A tight knot of tension formed in his throat. Was this a way for Shunsui to tell him that he was okay with Jushiro liking him, but he didn't really return those feelings? He stared at it for a moment, and opened it before his courage failed him.
And was met with hundreds of small messages.
Confessions, poems and words all about him and written from Shunsui. They were all new, different, and things he had never written himself, but all saying the same thing...
“The book hasn't been filled yet,” he heard above the haze of his shock, “But I thought it was a good start, and this time they're real, y'know?”
Jushiro didn't answer.
“I wanted to give you something that made sense” he felt a hand on his shoulder, “And seeing as we're together now, I thought it would be something nice to start it off,” he paused, “Jushiro?”
But he was barely listening, his eyes fixated on the small confessions, all authentic confessions. Then he smiled, and when he did the tears just slid down his face.
“Jushiro?” an alarmed Shunsui asked, grabbing his shoulders gently, “Are you alright? I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you, I'll get you something else, I-”
But two thin arms cut him short as they planted themselves around his neck, pulled him closer and he was completely silenced when Jushiro promptly kissed him. Shunsui was startled but he quickly smiled and pulled him closer, both sinking deeper into each other as the kiss deepened. Their reiatsu seemed to mingle and respond to each other, electrifying and exhilarating as their passions began to build.
And stopped only when breathing became a must.
“I'm sorry,” Jushiro gasped as the parted, “... for scaring you, for dropping all of that on you and, and... just for everything,”
Shunsui frowned, and tilted Jushiro's head up, “There is nothing to forgive,” he smiled, gently wiping away the remnants of his tears “Right?' he asked tentatively, giving Jushiro the chance to berate him if he wished. But Jushiro only huffed a breathless laugh.
“Right,”
And they kissed again, holding each other close, enjoying the company of now both friend and lover, and knowing they'll never be parted, if they could help it.
Beyond the eight division, on the roof top of the 11^th Kenpachi Zaraki lifted his head, and looked at the horizon, a slow smile settled on his lips.
"Whatcha smiln' about Kenny?” Yachiru asked.
“Nothin'” he said, and leaned back, taking in the sun of a new day, “Everythin's fine Yachiru,” he closed his eyes, “Just as it should be,”
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Phew, done and done! I finally finished it I'm partly proud and very sad. I had a lot of fun with this story, and I hope the ending was okay : I;m going to revisit this again in the future, as I had promised porn but the ending really didn't work with porn, so I was forced to drop it.
But I am writing again, and I will have a one shot up for it soon (ish) <<< let's give myself some elbow room here >_>
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