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Breath Apart	By : BookMaggot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Ukitake/Shunsui Views: 4484 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Okay, this one I wrote yesterday morning at work, I just reread it quickly, so if there are any mistakes just lemme know. I hope I got the emotion aspect of the story over well, if not I'll give it another shot :P
Okay then, read on!
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Warming Darkness
Shunsui ran through the trees. His feet bloodied and torn from the undergrowth, his arms burning from the burden in his arms but never did he stop, and never did he hesitate. This burden was too precious, and the guilt in his mind twisted and bit into his soul with jagged teeth.
He stole a glance down. Jushiro was shivering, and thankfully passed out. Moments after the ordeal he’d started coughing, from stress or fear, or just bad luck he didn’t know. But he’d watched frozen as the coughs were mixed with heaves, and moments later the blood had spilled with chunks of puke.
Jushiro had started to choke.
That’s when his brain functions had kicked in. He’d grabbed him from behind, locked his hands around his stomach and quickly jerked, causing the blockage to spring free. Jushiro had coughed a few more times but soon he was shivering and the coughs had simmered down to small chokes.
And then he’d passed out.
Shunsui had wrapped him up in a haori with trembling hands, and got dressed only in his kimono and pants, and then he’d grabbed his bundle and charged back to the seireitei. Their swords tightly wrapped around his waist with his obi.
Now he ran through the dark trees, his feet blistered and bleeding from the stones and twigs that cut at him. He wished he’d grabbed his shoes, it was slowing him down and he wanted to get there quickly.
Jushiro stirred but he refused to look down, he couldn’t face those green eyes. His best friend, he’d raped him, he hadn’t been strong enough, and he should have fought it. His sweet, kind and noble Jushiro. His loyal and good friend, his best friend.
He’d ruined him.
A pale hand touched his open chest, and he barely suppressed the urge to drop him there and then. He couldn’t bare kindness from him, not now.
But the next words shook him to the core.
“I’m sorry…” Jushiro whispered.
Shunsui gasped and stumbled, the shock and emotion overwhelming him completely. He collapsed to the ground on his knees, barely holding onto his friend. But the shock soon turned to red hot anger.
“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, his grip tightening around the frail form, but never looking at him, “Don’t you dare take this burden for yourself!” his reiatsu was spiking and he felt the hand slide away.
He sighed and brought his storming emotions under control, it would not do. Not now, not here. He got to his feet unsteadily and continued onwards, ignoring the pain in his feet, and the sobs from his friend.
The seireitei loomed in the distance.
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Jushiro woke to warmth. Sweet comfortable warmth that enveloped his aching body like a cocoon. The world swam slowly into focus. It wasn’t very bright but the dull light did sting his eyes.
He stretched his legs but winced at the sting in his lower back. The painful memories soon flooded him, and Jushiro closed his eyes again to bring himself under control.
Had he really orgasmed while Shunsui was raping him?
He winced.
Oh gods…
Part of him felt sick to its stomach, the bile already rising when he realized he had not only enjoyed it but he had indirectly used his friend for his own pleasure. The other, deeper part of his psyche felt elevated. Alive… he felt he could dance on the clouds. It was a strange mixture of joy and fear that finally had him leaning over the edge of the bed, feeling his jaw slacken.
You could have stopped it! His mind scolded him, you should have stopped it! He’s going to feel horrible, and it’s going to be your fault!
He threw up. The little he had inside him rushed out in a pink gooey mess, he hung onto the edge of the bed, his brow soaked in sweat as the next wave hit.
He could still see that horrified, sickening gaze when he’d pulled out…
Please no…
His stomach tightened. Another heave and more spewed out. It continued for wave after wave until his stomach had nothing left, and all that consumed him were painful dry heaves.
He’ll hate you! His mind yelled in-between the endless sickness; you’ll never see him again! He’ll reject you when he finds out!
The nausea simmered down and he flopped back against the futon, shivering and sweating, his eyes almost stinging with tears he desperately tried to hold back. He felt the endless wave of pain and humiliation still consuming him, and silently wished the earth would be kind enough to swallow him whole.
He was exhausted.
“Drink some water.”
Jushiro opened his eyes to find Retsu leaning over him with a concerned gaze, and glass in one hand. She lifted his head when he didn’t move, and pressed the glass to his lips which he drank greedily. Glass sadly empty she placed him back down and almost motherly brushed his sticky hair out of his face.
He tried to smile but his face wouldn’t cooperate.
“How’s…” he swallowed at the wave sickness, “…Shunsui?”
She sat on the edge of the bed, her face worried, “Typical you,” she said, “Always thinking about everyone but yourself,” she continued her tender ministrations, despite her worried, and slightly disapproving expression. To which he was eternally grateful
“He’s…” she hesitated, “He’s not taking it well,” her soft hand held his caringly.
Fear gripped his stomach.
“I need to…” he sighed, “I need to speak to him,”
“He’s at the eight division,” at his confused stare she continued, “I ordered him to leave and get some rest, he didn’t want to but I thought you might want need some time,”
Finally he smiled at her gratefully. The tension had risen, but so did his appreciation for this woman. She was a walking miracle at times. “Thank you,” he said, but his smile soon slipped away, “Did he tell you… what happened?”
“Yes,” she said, “He was quite distraught,”
Jushiro nodded “Who else knows?”
“Only myself,”
“Don’t tell Yamamoto, unless he asks” he said quietly, “He has enough problems, no need to add more,”
“Very well,” she squeezed his hand and smiled affectionately, “How are you doing?”
He bit back the tears, smothered them with his sense of duty and honour. He had no right to place more burdens on Retsu, he would deal with this.
“Better,” he said softly, his eyes starting to droop shut “I just…” he cleared his throat, “I just need a little time,”
She nodded and smiled sadly.
The darkness took him mere moments later, and he slid off into a dream world, quietly thankful that Retsu stayed by his side until he was under.
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