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The Royalty Series	By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Urahara/Ichigo Views: 7368 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Urahara Kisuke sat quietly in the dark, nursing his tea and trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. Well, where it had gone wrong was pretty easy to figure out actually. Firstly, he never should have gone to the stupid introduction ceremony. Then he definitely shouldn't have spoken to that clown faced son of a bitch, Mayuri. He wasn't sure where sneaking off and drinking with Yoruichi fell, but since it had lead to Ichigo finding him drunk - it had probably been a fairly bad idea. One thing he was sure of though was that when the younger man had chewed him out for leaving him all alone he shouldn't have turned all his suppressed ire loose on poor Ichigo. But he had been hurt and Ichigo had been an easy target.

Kisuke sniffed and rubbed at his eyes, telling himself quite firmly that he was not crying. He didn't care that it was over with Ichigo or that he would likely be relegated to the Human realm once more. He had missed his shop, and Tessai, and the children, and...and...

And all he really wanted was for this whole miserable night to have never happened, to be snuggled in his bed with Ichigo, and to be able to still pretend that he had the younger man's affections. He had always known things with Ichigio were too good to last. But Ichigo had claimed that the difference in their stations didn't matter - and Kisuke had almost believed him. Because to Ichigo it never had. Ichigo wanted him and the younger man pursued his goal with the same tenacity he brought to battle.

His court was another matter however. Kisuke had always known that the nobles would be reluctant to accept him, but he hadn't realized just how much opposition he would face. He had spent a whole evening with an entire room full of people looking down their noses at him or calling him a whore while his lover's back was turned. No one would be so crass as to insult the prince's lover in his presence, but apparently insulting him to his face once the prince was away was perfectly acceptable. Kisuke growled wordless annoyance, fighting back another angry burst of tears.

For just a moment he wondered why he had bothered to fight Aizen, why he had bothered to help save the necks of all those damned over bred fools. They had picked at him for years, they had banished him without even a whisper of a trial, and when it was all over and he had helped to save their worthless asses, they called him a whore.

He growled and wiped angrily at his eyes. It shouldn't have hurt, he should have been used to it - but it did. It cut as sharply and as deeply as it had all those years before when he had been just a young Shinigami-in-training. He drained his tea in one quick gulp, wondering if getting tossed over by a prince was justification for breaking out the scotch Ryuuken sent him every year (knowing full well he hated scotch). Remembering the rest of his evening he decided the scotch was just what was called for.

If dealing with the nobles had been annoying, being confronted with Kurotshuchi had been humiliating. And what was worse was Mayuri knew it and had played on that feeling with ruthless ease. Kisuke still remembered the other man's smug pronouncement that if he was going to visit the Twelfth again - he had dropped by once out of mere curiosity - then he would have to obtain permission. Him. The man who had nearly built the fucking division and he had to go groveling to his old third-in-command just to say hello to the few old friends he had there. Oh, that had stung! He had never wished more for Benihime as he had at that moment. Or cursed his hasty promise to Isshin not to go upsetting the Gotei 13. He had held his tongue and his temper though, and watched Mayuri smirk with delight. It had been the man's parting shot that had pushed him over the edge. He could still hear Mayuri's mocking words, "I hope you enjoy focusing that massive intellect on keeping a teenager sexually amused."

He would have killed the other man right then if Yoruichi hadn't grabbed him. He could have done it. It would have been a little more work without a sword but he was fast and vicious and if he'd put his mind to it he could have taken Mayuri apart with a dull spoon. Yoruichi had grabbed him though, one hand clamping over his mouth while another locked around his waist and dragged him away from Mayuri.

She had dragged him out of the ballroom with an ease that spoke of long familiarity of with the room's layout, but he had been too furious to notice at the time. He sighed and took a sip of the scotch, the liquor burning a path down his throat. He gasped, making a note to tell Ryuuken that he drank shit. Yoruichi had lead him out into the gardens, stealing a bottle of saki for them. He had known it was bad idea to hide out with the dark-haired woman, but he had been sick and tired of being sneered at; the chance to just relax and drink and be had been tempting. So he had stayed and traded drinks and stories with Yoruichi. Which had been how Ichigo found him laughing and slumped against the former special ops head three hours later.

Kisuke took another swig of the scotch, he didn't remember all the things he had said to the younger man; he had been more than a little tipsy. But he remembered the moment he had gone too far because he had seen Ichigo's eyes widen in shock and pain. A moment later the redhead had stiffened and his face had closed off, Ichigo had turned and stalked away after that. And Kisuke had sobered up quickly under the sickly wave of guilt and despair.

He had fled after that. Slipping quietly back into the human world to lick his wounds and save Ichigo the trouble of banishing him. Not that he blamed the younger man, his tongue could flay and some of the things he had said to Ichigo had been intended to hurt. It had been a stupid and cruel thing to do, but when Ichigo had growled at him for leaving him all the anger and hurt of the evening had bubbled out and he hadn't censored himself the way he should have.

He put his head down, seeing those brown eyes again and hating himself. Ichigo should have hit him. He certainly wanted to hit himself.

"Are you going to sit here moping all night?" demanded a familiar female voice. Kisuke ignored her, although she became much harder to ignore when she sat on the table and poked at him. "You had a fight, you asshole. Big deal. You apologize, he apologizes and it's over."

Kisuke glanced up to see Yoruichi pour herself a shot, in his cup, and knock it back, noting sourly that she didn't so much as blink. "Were you awake for what we said? I-I..." he couldn't bring himself to repeat the hateful things he had said to Ichigo, it hurt enough just thinking about the pain he had caused his lover. "I ruined it," he whispered softly.

"Even you can't be that dense, Kisuke," muttered Yoruichi, taking another belt of scotch. "In case it escaped your notice, Ichigo is nuts for you. Tell him you were an ass and get over it."

Kisuke glared up at her, tempted to take his glass back and continue his attempt to get completely drunk and hopefully forget for a few hours that he had ruined the best thing to ever happen to him. The pain that lanced his heart was sharp and bitter - and made worse because he had done it to himself. He had been the instrument of his own destruction. "Just forget it! He won't take me back. He probably hates me," he snapped, feeling tears prickling the edge of his eyes.

"Do you really believe that?" asked an achingly familiar voice from the doorway. Kisuke's head shot up and his eyes hungrily traced Ichigo. He breathed the younger man's name out with near reverence, hand reaching out for the redhead before he could quite catch it.

"Someone had to make you see reason," murmured Yoruichi, pouring herself another drink and grinning. "Now are you two going to play nice or do I need to pull out the whipped cream?"

Ichigo's face went cherry red and the scowl he leveled at Yoruichi made Kisuke giggle, which earned him a grumpy but affectionate glare. "You're never going to let that go are you?" he growled at the cat-like woman.

Yoruichi grinned, totally unrepentant. "You licking whipped cream off Kisuke? Never." Ichigo's eyes darted back to him, as if saying 'She's your friend, do something about her.'

"Don't look at me, I was all for getting the chocolate sauce and going back to our room, you were the one who came up with whipped cream and the kitchen counter," he told the redhead, laughing as he earned another scowl and a deepening of the blush staining Ichigo's cheeks.

"And on that happy note I'll take my leave. Don't fuck it up...either of you. And tell Ryuu-chan that he has good taste in scotch," announced Yoruichi, climbing gracefully to her feet and hopping off the table to saunter cheerily from the room - leaving him and Ichigo to stare at each other in awkward silence.

"You left," whispered Ichigo, his voice somewhere between hurt and accusing.

"I...I didn't think you'd want me there anymore," whispered Kisuke, eyes sliding away, unable to meet Ichigo's.

"Kisuke," scolded the redhead lightly, his voice nothing more than a gentle whisper, but the blonde could hear the weariness and hint of censor in his tone. It was the tone Ichigo used when he said Kisuke was being an idiot and missing something simple.

The older man sighed, wondering how he could be so smart about people sometimes and yet constantly manage to stumble when it came to his own interactions with them. "I-I thought you would hate me...the horrible things I said.

"I didn't mean it! Any of it! I was..." he began, tears prickling at his eyes again as he desperately pleaded to the younger man.

"Hush. Hush, I know. I know, love," soothed Ichigo, kneeling beside him and pulling him into a hug.

"How..." he began only to have Ichigo interrupt him.

"Heard one of the Kuchiki cousins talking. He was eager to summarize the evening for me after I beat the shit out of him and threatened to tell Byakuya that his family was offending the crowned prince," murmured Ichigo, darkness sparkling in his eyes.

Kisuke gave a him a waned smile before sighing and laying his head against the other man's chest, just savoring the sound of his heart beating. "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you more than anything," he whispered very softly.

"And I love you, you idiot," scolded Ichigo, his voice full of warmth. "I would never let anyone talk about you the way those bastards did, Kisuke. You know that, don't you?" whispered Ichigo. "You're the only person there who means anything to me.

"And I sorry I snapped at you. I didn't...I just hated all that crap..." He kissed the younger man, cutting him off. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered except that Ichigo forgave him and loved him. Kisuke purred as he was gently pressed back, Ichigo following him to the floor and continuing to kiss him. This was how it was supposed to be, just the two of them. "Bed?" he breathed against the redhead's lips, earning a warm smile and a quick kiss.

"Yeah, let's go to bed, love."
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