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Romance and Rivalries	By : Kinnikuman Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Nine
By Rachael
It had been the most amazing night of his life – in a long time anyway. After doing all of his chores, being sent into town by Tessai-Otousan for groceries and some wool (his father had recently started knitting – the evidence of which could be seen in Kisuke’s new bed socks, something he couldn’t seem to be able to get out of wearing), he half expected it to be another dull day. He’d run into Keigo in town with Kojima – they were outside the clothes store waiting for a few of the girls – Renji had glanced in and noticed Tatsuki giving that Chizuru-san a good kick, Orihime behind them with shirt buttons missing. They invited him to hang around, but Tessai-Otousan would probably want the wool ASAP – most likely to finish off the colourful jumper he was making for Jinta; and who was Renji to object to the torment of his younger brother?
He arrived at the wool shop, the attendant told him to hold on a few moments while he finished with another customer, Renji had taken a seat and glanced over at the boy on the other side of the shop, leaning over the counter as he and the assistant sorted through a box of different silks on spindles. For a moment Renji’s eyes ran along the other boy’s slender legs and tight round buttocks admiringly, before his mind made the connection with the other’s voice.
“Hey, Uryu,” he called a little nervously. It had been a while since they spoke; and regarding the incident at Ichigo’s place they hadn’t talked at all. When they saw each other at school, Renji felt all embarrassed – he’d wanted… to touch him again, or at least talk and try and make it up to him.
When the dark haired boy turned and their eyes met, all of a sudden rushing back to Tessai-Otousan didn’t seem so serious anymore.
He dropped off the wool and the groceries, leaving them with Ururu, before he met Uryu in the next street. It had been… awkward at first, they’d made ideal chatter – school work and Ichimaru being fired – that kind of thing… then it had been quiet for a long time. Renji’s head had been zooming from thought to thought, he wanted to tell Uryu he was sorry about that night at Ichigo’s, sorry for being so forward and just expecting him to want to do more… without establishing… anything solid. Then at last he found the guts to say it…
“Hey, I wanted to say… sorry for the other night at Ichigo’s. I was totally… inappropriate, so I’m glad you wanted to hang out.”
Uryu smiled softly, and then rolled his eyes, “You’re such a dork.” The two of them laughed, and then once again nothing was said for a little while, they walked all the way to the park and sat around by the water, Renji kept thinking of something witty or clever to say – right now all he could come up with was some absolute crap about how the pond seemed to have a shopping trolley in it. He’d learnt from the months he dated Yumichika that he had to watch what came out of his mouth.
One hideous time, the two of them had been sat awkwardly on Renji’s bed, when he randomly said, “Did you know bass players have really big hands?” Then he’d gone off on a really long ridiculous rant about different bass players in bands he’d seen – he’d been so busy ranting that by the time he turned to look at his boyfriend, Yumichika was staring at him like he was completely mad.
And then there was the time – the only time he’d seen his ex-lover acting insecure, Renji had tried to be all sophisticated and compassionate to console him – he’d just about managed to calm him down, Yumichika had said “Tell me I’m beautiful.” – To which Renji responded, “Is the Pope a vicar?” – The model had looked at him blankly for a moment, before frowning, “No.”
Uryu broke the silence; he coughed awkwardly, and then said, “This pond has… erm… a trolley in it.”
All of a sudden Renji didn’t feel awkward or afraid anymore, he’d laughed with the whole of his heart, and then Uryu glowered at him, going to demand to know what was so funny – but he couldn’t really help himself anymore, so he leant over and took his chin in his hand as he kissed him.
For a moment he was worried he’d be pushed away, until he felt slim fingers reaching up and winding into his hair, pulling him close. It felt so natural to slip his own arms around Uryu’s waist, to clasp onto his back and enjoy the feel of the other boy’s skin, his warm lithe little body. After a few moments of breathless kissing, Uryu pulled him over him slightly.
“I like you,” he whispered breathlessly into Renji’s ear, “I think… I like you.”
It made him almost… melt!
“Me too,” he said, having to look away so the other wouldn’t see how red his cheeks had gotten. Awkwardly Renji leant down and kissed him on the lips, before pulling away, “You wanna go somewhere, Uryu?”
As far as dates went it wasn’t earth shattering, but it was nice. They went on a walk, and then they went to see a movie – a new horror film – which turned out to be utterly hilarious. When Renji wasn’t laughing at the ridiculous dialogue, he was laughing over Uryu’s scornful expression. Half way through he went off to take a leak, Izuru rang. It worried him a little bit, the blonde was with Ichimaru again, trying to convince Renji of how happy and in love he was. If Renji hadn’t been in such a damn good mood, he’d probably have considered calling Izuru’s parents to let them know their little tea party with Sosuke Aizen was a complete sham. He shrugged off and half heartedly accepted his friend’s happiness – sure Ichimaru was a complete and utter creep – but he made Izuru happy… Being in a good mood and all, Renji could accept that, not only for Izuru, but because he was right now, about to go back to making out with a gorgeous, smart guy – who liked him!
After the film ended they walked back to Uryu’s place – his dad wasn’t due home yet, so they hung out in the back pass between the clean white wall and the house, Renji pressed him against the wall and they kissed breathlessly. Tonight – fully made up for all those embarrassing times he’d be kissing Yumichika’s neck, just inside him, anticipating the pleasure to come – when the model would take his face in his hands, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown and say, “Shall we stop? It’s not very beautiful to be bored.”
Uryu’s lips were so soft, and he was so slim and the cautious way he put his hands on him when they made out – it made Renji’s heart flutter. He’d never felt like this with anyone, and it was such a good feeling! When he pulled away to leave, Uryu’s hand had lingered on his shoulder and the redhead wished with all his heart he could have stayed right there. But Tessai-Otousan would worry and no doubt Kisuke would have questions – not to mention what would happen if Uryu’s dad got back from the hospital early.
It was strange to hear someone talk so openly about their resentment towards a parent. Uryu spoke about his dad like he was some sort of unfeeling anti-Christ. Which was a little crazy to Renji – Ishida-san was so strict and a little over protective, but surely it was clear to everyone that he adored his son? In a way Renji felt lucky that he was adopted when he did – naturally he complained about Kisuke’s chores and immature pranks – punishments… always with the punishments. Yet at the end of the day, he couldn’t imagine him being any different or wanting his family any other way.
Still, it was a little bit of a pain whenever he tried to complain, only to be met with his so called friends scolding him – “Your dad’s are awesome, Renji, what the hell?”
The redhead turned up outside his house, frowning in surprise as he saw a taxi pull up infront of it. He half wondered if Yoruichi-san had decided to playfully sneak away from Soi Fon in disguise and kip on their sofa – in his early years living with Kisuke, it had been one of life’s little pleasures to wake up, come downstairs and find a beautiful woman fast asleep on the sofa. Naturally it wasn’t always an attractive image – sometimes she snored – but nine times out of ten, it was like something from a really good dream.
His eyes widened when he was faced with that really weird toothed guy from Uryu’s party – the blonde who’d fooled around with Kisuke in the past – Shinji something, he could have sworn that was his name.
From what Renji could see, the guy looked really disgruntled, infact he seemed really pissed off. His hands were clenched into fists, and he was talking loudly and irritably into his phone – plus his clothes looked all ruffled – dirty infact… there was this really suspicious looking white stain on the front of his shirt, almost like…? Eww – no, perhaps he just had a dirty mind – that had to be it… He didn’t want to think about some friend of his father’s doing those kinds of things!
“Oh… hey, Renji-kun,” he raised a hand and waved at him gently, though there was still irritation in his eyes. If he knew nothing else, Renji knew that look – it was the look he used to get after Yumichika avoided him for days – calls, texts, etc… the look Yumichika had when Ikkaku was being evasive and reckless. It was the gaze of a pissed off boyfriend.
“Hey there, Hirako-san… what’re you doing here so late?”
“I thought now would be a good time to… erm… visit Kisuke,” he ruffled his hair with his hand, “I’ll… knock.”
“Nah, I have a key,” Renji fished it out of his trouser pocket, before taking another glance at the suspicious stain on Shinji Hirako’s shirt – there was no doubt about it. The older man stank of sex… and cologne – not his own. Good God – fancy coming here after doing something like that!
“Thanks, Renji-kun.”
The two of them stepped inside, Renji was relieved to see the lights were off, he could hear Jinta and Ururu watching TV upstairs – based on this time of night, Tessai-Otousan and Kisuke would be off doing something else, most likely having one of their chats out in the garden over a bottle of wine. It was really sweet, in a weird kind of way. It was nice to know they loved each other as much as they did.
Shinji looked kind of nervous, as they closed the door; he tugged on Renji’s sleeve, lowering his voice, “Hey… is there somewhere I could get some sleep… without your pa seein’ me until the morning?”
“Erm… sure, I guess.” He could only assume Shinji Hirako had come from wherever he’d been hooking up at and gotten straight here because it was the closest. Hell, he was probably with someone Kisuke didn’t approve of… Right now, Renji couldn’t think of anyone Kisuke really disliked… not off the top of his head – especially when all he wanted to think about was kissing Uryu Ishida again…
The redhead began to lead him up the stairs, gesturing for him to follow him – when the stair-head light flickered on, revealing Kisuke, sat on the top step, his hat low down, shading over his eyes, tapping his stick against the wall.
“Renji Abarai, what time do you call this?” he chuckled darkly, “Get to bed now. I’ll deal with you in the morning.”
His tone completely terrified him – it was Kisuke’s ‘Don’t-Fuck-With-Me’ mode that made his bones jitter under his skin. The redhead shuffled nervously, before nodding his head meekly and moving past him on the stairs, shooting Shinji and apologetic look before he all but dived into his room. Renji rested his head against the bedroom door, listening as he heard Kisuke say, “And you, I can’t believe. We’re going outside for a talk, Shinji.”
Somehow, he thought he’d gotten off pretty lightly for now…
**
It was sometimes a little scary that Grimmjow found himself in such a serious relationship. His parents had been so on and off, hell, they had a massive lapse of never seeing each other and being pissed off, then one day their eyes met and Grimmjow’s graduation and nine months later, Nel came into the world.
Sure, a serious relationship or so to speak was probably something everyone wanted or worked for – or at least something that was secretly desired; even if that desire was just for a steady shag who knew all your favourite places.
Guys like Grimmjow had always imagined any kind of serious relationship would be with a dim-witted diner worker with a cute face and a nice ass – they would decide they were meant to be together when they were too old to really argue with that. Mind you, in those days he’d always imagined he’d end up working as some kind of flashy con-man or a guy who kept fake Rolex’s in his jacket and offer them to people for a ‘reasonable price’.
He’d never imagined that at his age, he’d find someone who fitted with him so perfectly. In Ichigo, he found someone he could talk intimately with; to connect on a level that he just hadn’t before. He’d thought it before and he’d think it again, Luppi seemed so… dirty and vile compared to someone as naturally beautiful as Ichigo. The orange haired man was proud, he could be moody and bad tempered, but he was kind, kinder than anyone Grimmjow had known. It made him feel… lucky that he had someone so very close. But at the same time, giving so much to someone emotionally put your heart in a vulnerable position – like if he got mad, Ichigo could calm him with just a few words or the right sort of look… Grimmjow would just forgive him because he adored him. The idea of Ichigo not feeling the same or as strongly anymore made his heart ache – if Ichigo chose some other guy over him, he wouldn’t let him go. It made him want a little more of his lover, piece by piece, he wanted to possess him completely.
It hadn’t changed after they started sleeping together – as this was the point in all his relationships where his interest deflated. Infact it felt… great, Ichigo was inexperienced, but he was keen to learn, though he wouldn’t ask. It was utterly hot when the younger man was at the peak of his pleasure; his face would lose all of that Godly composure and he’d cry out in a way that made Grimmjow’s groin stir just remembering….
This whole serious relationship love scenario was scarier than any battle. You were giving someone the power to hurt you. Love could make you lose your way, lose your reason. Grimmjow wondered if he worried because he’d seen the battlefield that was Nnoitra and Szayel, post-Luppi.
Nnoitra, who was one of the proudest and most self confident men Grimmjow knew, had become self-loathing, despairing, and humiliatingly hopeful. He’d have days where he seemed back to normal, fine once more, and then he’d see Szayel crossing the corridor with his lackey’s, and his expression would change, his eyes would linger on his former love for a few minutes – as if praying Szayel would be looking back.
And then there was Szayel – who Grimmjow had known since he was a kid, they’d lived in the same neighbourhood and his elder brother had been in Grimmjow’s gang. Szayel had always been this prissy, confident and very wacky kid who liked things ‘just so’, who didn’t change that much as an adult. Then Nnoitra slept with Luppi and the pink haired scientist just lost it. For weeks he just carried on with his work like nothing had happened, then one day Luppi dropped a file off in his office and Szayel had a breakdown after he left – he threw a chair, smashed a window, ripped things up and genuinely made havoc. Aizen sent him off for emotional leave, made him go and see Unohana – as worryingly, Szayel admitted he was serving as his own doctor. Nobody saw him for ages afterwards, Grimmjow and Stark went to check on him, and the poor guy was a mess. The scarily immaculate apartment was in disarray, the front door was unlocked with all the windows open, papers all over the floor, a broken shelf, broken bottles, a broken coffee table, half a ton of unread mail, clothes all over the place. Szayel was just lying around on the sofa, his hair a mess, his face stubbled, wearing Nnoitra’s baggy shirt.
There is was – the devastating effects of being madly in love and having it go down the shitter: Nnoitra utterly miserable and Szayel sinking into a catatonic break-down, which was replaced with cruelty and apathy.
It was utter chaos.
That was the annoying thing about being a third party, you could see how devastated both of them were, but they couldn’t. It was damn annoying, he wanted to just smack their heads together and tell them to get over it! Infact nowadays he was royally tempted too.
It had been nearly a year since they broke up and they were clearly not over each other – why couldn’t they just get back together. Nnoitra was getting boring without sex. Just the other day Nnoitra had gone nuts at work, he yelled at intern, hit some guy over the head after court, yelled at Tesla, threw a box at someone else and was sent home by Tousen.
The night of Aizen’s stupid little dinner party, Szayel didn’t turn up for work, one of the people in the law department said they’d heard Granz-san was sending in his work via email and postal delivery. Naturally this meant those two idiots had done something regarding each other. Good God…
When a relationship lost its flow, life was all about mistakes. Nnoitra was full of ‘If only I’d finished making love to him that night’ after the two of them nearly got back together on a business trip, ‘Then he’d have known that when it’s us, me and him – it’s different’. Life is full of ‘what if’ style bumps in the road – what if Nnoitra hadn’t gone home with Luppi that night, what if Szayel had been less fragile? It was a dark and depressed road to trek down; you could get torn up in regret…
Looking back, Grimmjow felt his bumps in the road had helped him. He went almost completely off the rails when his parents died, he dropped out of college, he started his gang back up, and he did a lot of petty crime – nearly faced prison… twice. Come to think of it, it had been a mix of wanting to do good for Nel and the disapproval on everyone’s face whenever they looked his way.
He remembered taking Nel for a walk in her pram, going into a store and cramming the buggy full of stolen crap, cigarettes and booze mostly, he’d been handing them out around his gang in Ylforte’s apartment; Szayel was staying over, and came out of his room with such scornful eyes. Grimmjow, who’d been downing a drink, looked over at him and stuck up his middle finger, “You got somethin’ t’ say?”
“No,” Szayel smirked, “I was merely thinking that in ten or eleven years she’ll be hiding those under her clothes. You make the most delightful role model.”
It made him wonder, what his life, what Nel’s life would be like if he stopped all this shit and made good for her. All the ‘what if’ of Grimmjow’s past seemed to land him somewhere he didn’t want, or couldn’t bear to think about? Perhaps the best you could do in life was work hard with what you had and hope it didn’t all go to the fire.
He rolled over in his bed, wrapping an arm around Ichigo’s chest, drawing the younger boy closer to him. Grimmjow took in his smell, that lovely lingering scent… “I love you,” he whispered. He adored this man, wanted to see every part of him, to possess him completely, the blue haired man nuzzled into his neck. He couldn’t wait to see Ichigo’s face when he surprised them with their week away from it all – he’d even instilled the help of Ichigo’s friend, Renji – hopefully not against his better judgement, to invite a couple of buddies over. He’d rented out Aizen’s summer house especially – then they were gonna have a tent together on this beautiful lake side camp site… It would be heavenly… Not to mention he’d invited Stark, Nnoitra and Szayel to give him a bit of company – a weekend away with his boyfriend, and the perfect opportunity to give those two jerks a good dose of reality…
Who said he wasn’t a nice person?
**
Once again, everyone was furious with him for one thing or another… Shinji Hirako was sat in his office feeling all together a child who’d just been told off by Mommy and Daddy… which was pretty fucked up when the ones who filled those roles were Hiyori and Kisuke. They were so mad over the Aizen thing… naturally during his little… escapades with that bastard; the fact that it could all go horribly wrong just didn’t seem to matter. It worked very much the same way when Kisuke was mad at him – part of him would wonder if Sosuke was worth it at all.
He drummed his fingers on his desk, wondering if right now he had any friends who weren’t going to shout at him. His cheek was all red and sore from Hiyori attacking him with her sandal; Kisuke had stopped her originally, then given up and just let her at him. What they said was a whole lot of the same ‘Are you stupid?’ ‘Are you trying to damage our fuckin’ business, you damn dick-head!’ ‘He’s just going to mess you around again’… Part of him wondered if it was worth it for great sex… The sensible answer was probably no, and the logical part of him knew this whole fling was Sosuke was opening up the past – karma would probably have them ending up the exact same way. Shinji didn’t want to think about the real reasons he was doing this… Who the hell wanted to search their soul for the true reason he couldn’t just end things with Aizen in the first place?
Perhaps part of him was drawn to those brown eyes once again… That was the thing about Sosuke, even when Shinji had him pegged as a trouble-maker, there still wasn’t one hell of a lot he did know about him for certain. Aizen just loved to say ‘If you had bothered to get to know me’, but would that make his soul any more on show? Or would he just continue to be as distant as impossible? Shinji knew that deep down, a bit of him had always known that he was lost in those eyes… those strange deep windows to Sosuke’s soul. For so long since the law suit, Shinji had assured himself that all that existed beneath every façade Sosuke presented him with was nothing but evil and cold… He had believed it with all his heart – it made it easier to bypass the feelings he’d thought he shared with his former assistant. It was so much easier to hate him for being a con and a liar. For all he cared, Sosuke Aizen may as well have been a toy for his pleasure, the night he saved Hiyori from getting sued… he walked away knowing the guy was evil – really bad news… Hell, you’d have to be crazy to want that… over and over…
But then, when he kidnapped him, Shinji saw something else in those eyes. He felt as though he’d fallen a little deeper in Sosuke Aizen’s soul. There was a part of that cold, clinical, evil man, who was… pissed at him for letting him go – who fired a guy for getting involved with Shinji sexually. There was a man who all but said Shinji could never have anyone else – that he wouldn’t let him… For about a second he thought Sosuke was letting him further, offering him something… more.
Of course he wasn’t – he just enjoyed seeing him pissed off. Perhaps all that bullshit about Shinji not being allowed to move on was nothing but bullshit. Maybe he always would be lost in those brown eyes.
He needed to talk to someone else about this – Ichigo, bless him, was too young to be driven round the bend with his problems. Love and Rose would roll their eyes and say ‘Just dump him then’ or something like that… they were much too lazy to really-really understand.
Shinji could understand why Hiyori and Kisuke were angry… they were mad because they cared. Kisuke had lost his career over Sosuke’s selfishness – which no doubt that bastard had said was all Shinji’s fault (‘Oh, didn’t you understand, Shinji? You were meant to break the court order and leave Kisuke’s apartment and come talk to me, duh! Oh, you sent your pal, Kisuke – I shall sue him!) – Hiyori had gone through her teens seeing the lasting effects of Aizen vs. Shinji VOL I – why should she have any desire to see how VOL II turned out?
Lisa had been getting closer with that Luppi character, who had a real bad habit of watching him around the office – and Lisa was probably a little pissed off at him for his taking advantage of her ‘lovely new assistant’s’ vulnerable mental state – which wasn’t all together fair.
Hachi was too nice for him to talk so openly about Sosuke with… There isn’t a nice way of saying to your most mature friend that the most beautiful part on this bastard guy was his penis. And talking to Mashiro was never a good idea – besides, she was working on a new photo shoot downstairs – he’d heard her shouting at her photographer – whom she called Lottie-chan (the enormous drag queen), and one of the models, whose name he vaguely heard as ‘Yumi-Yumi’.
Kensei was his best bet – good ol’ boyfriend-bashing Kensei. He’d be willing to just listen to him rant for a while, right?
Shinji picked himself up off his desk, walking to the door and pressing his ear against it, incase Hiyori was still outside – in that case he was tempted to sneak out via the window… despite the four storey drop. He was in luck – the blonde woman seemed to have found something more compelling to do than bother him and nag him about his mistakes. He began to walk down the corridor, towards that familiar door which read ‘Ken-Sucks’ – scrawled on in Sharpie pen, by himself, one drunkern evening at the office. It was the same day they all ended up in intensive care at this hospital, roaring drunk, with Mashiro and Kensei’s faces stuck together with super-super glue. He made a pass at a cute nurse, which turned out to be a very embarrassed work experience student – a boy named Hanataro. And Unohana-Sensei gave them a stiff lecture… something like ‘You are all adults, not children, stop behaving in these stupid, reckless ways – now go home, and sleep before I put laxatives in your coffee’, apart from said in a much more sweet and subtle kind of way.
Shinji was about to knock, when he heard the distinct sound of kissing behind the door… Morbid curiosity perked, he leant over to peek through the key hole, only to catch sight of Kensei and Toy-Boy-san – the younger male had appeared to have thrown his arms around his ex-lover and was kissing him passionately. Kensei’s hands trembled for a moment, before they came to rise on Shuhei’s shoulders.
When the kiss broke, Kensei raised his hands to Shuhei’s face, and leaning forward, their foreheads touching as he breathed out his lover’s name over and over for a moment. Shuhei covered his mouth with his hand, looking away for a moment as he whispered, “I miss you,” he pressed his face against his former lover’s shoulder, taking in his smell, “I hate this. I love you.”
“I’m sorry I hit you,” Kensei interrupted him, holding him tightly to his chest; “It was so fucked up, Shu. I was so mad… but I’m not anymore, I want you to come home… I want ya home with me…” In all his life, he’d never talked like that too anyone, it was endearing – desperate… putting his feelings out there and praying to God Shuhei felt the same. That bastard Tousen had put shit in his bag, but he’d also given him something to think about. It wasn’t just that he’d hit Shuhei that was playing on his ex lover’s mind, it was how Kensei behaved. You can only get over an obstacle like cheating in a relationship, it you actually let it go – you can’t have moved on if you use it as fire power. “I acted, like such a fucking…”
The younger man had taken his face in his hands again and was kissing him breathlessly, his hand running through his love’s short silvery hair. He’d missed Kensei so badly – he’d been so angry and confused… sure that if they got back together, the fact he’d kissed Yumichika would never quite leave the firing ground in an argument. What if Kensei got suspicious all the time, demanding to know where he was going, who he was going off with…? That kind of thing scared the shit out of him… But all in all, he couldn’t escape one simple fact – he was still in love with Kensei. It was always Kensei.
Shuhei broke the kiss and pulled himself back a little, gathering his thoughts before he spoke, “I-I want my name on the apartment,” he said finally, “I helped cover the rent anyway, so I want both of our names on it. I won’t come back unless you agree. You… pretty much threw me out on the street, and I don’t want to be out in the cold like that a-again, okay?” He remembered Tousen’s words, this advice before he left. The older man had said it was foolish not to have done so in the first place, and Kensei should have taken it upon himself to organise it, as Shuhei was too young and naïve to think the man he loved would ever just tell him to ‘get out’.
“This will never, ever happen again,” Kensei whispered into his ear, drawing him close, “But we’ll get your name on the apartment… and one of my cars, if you want it, Shu –”
He laughed softly, leaning into him and stroking his shoulder, “One step at a time, okay?” he breathed, shaking his head and holding onto Kensei gently. There was a reassurance in this embrace, the safety Shuhei had missed all those nights alone… that powerful beating heart pounding against his like a sun, and his own following it like a planet in orbit.
Shinji decided it would be best to leave Kensei alone, part of him relieved that he was able to sort things out with Toy-Boy-san – as the former bouncer was incredibly awful at being full of self pity. Perhaps he’d catch him later or something for a talk? Hell, maybe this was the kind of thing only he could work out for himself. After all, it wasn’t like any of his friends had exchanged more than a few words with Sosuke – unless you counted the angry phone messages Hiyori sent – which he was pretty sure Sosuke saved to listen too in his spare time.
“I’m going home,” he called to Rose, who was passing him by holding a load of t-shirts – looking a lot like he’d just returned from the shoot. He gave Shinji a nonchalant kind of nod, before he disappeared into his office – that was the best thing about running into someone who isn’t going to give you a lecture – you could just clear off and know they’d be the one getting it in the neck when they had to tell Hiyori.
The drive to his apartment was swift – he needed some time alone… really alone, if he was going to think about what to do with Sosuke. Confronting him would be a waste of time, he might see a flash of emotion, but then it would be gone again and Shinji would look a fool. The whole thing made his head hurt, nothing could be bloody simple anymore… Say the tables turned, if he told Sosuke to let him go, but the crazy bastard be able to follow through with his end? Or would he just say no?
Would it be arrogant to think that fucking Sosuke Aizen cared about him on more than just a steady screw level? It sounded arrogant in his head – what if he just laughed at him if he asked him out loud… Worse, what if it meant Shinji would have to really think about what Aizen meant to him? That wasn’t really a road he wanted to go down, no way… Hell, he was probably just in a romantic mood because he saw Kensei getting back together with his cute boyfriend. He wasn’t thinking straight, what he needed was to chill out, listen to some jazz and eat some takeaway food. He’d resort to phoning a friend for Aizen-advice, or get drunk and ring Aizen for a booty call.
Perhaps it would just be smarter to wash his hands of him… Just to say ‘Thanks very fuckin’ much but go be a psycho somewhere else’. That was probably the smartest thing he could do – he was just gonna get messed around anyway, he who laughs last laughs the loudest, right? And his laugh was way – way better than Sosuke’s, so it only made sense he was the one who laughed loudest…
Shinji arrived at his apartment, and was half way through unlocking the front door when he caught sight of a little note underneath the mat in Sosuke’s elegant writing, drawing it up to him; he felt his lips twist into a smile.
I can’t wait to see you
S
He groaned, rubbing a hand through his short hair, as he shut the door behind him and collapsed onto the cushy leather sofa. Shinji sighed heavily, sliding both feet onto the coffee table as he glanced down at the note again, re-reading it several times, before wrinkling his forehead, and tossing it aside.
Damn him… Damn him… Damn him…
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Romance and Rivalries