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7 Days	By : fuusunshine Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 3334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Monday
- 2-Tuesday
- 3-Wednesday
- 4-Thursday
- 5-Friday
- 6-Saturday
- 7-Sunday
- 3
- 4
- 5
Thursday
She had been listless all day. She taught her classes but couldn’t help waiting for the hairs to stand up on the back of her neck and the overwhelming feeling of being watched to sneak up on her. The feeling never came. She gave out homework assignments to be completed by Monday as she didn’t have classes for the next three days and watched quietly as her students left the classroom. She sat at her desk for another half hour absently watching the clouds move across the sky. Finally she sighed and gathered her things. She really shouldn’t be so bothered but she was really enjoying her time with the Shinigami. It was nice to have a person to talk to rather then herself.
She walked into her silent apartment and stripped down to her underwear throwing on an oversized t-shirt. It’s not like she had anywhere to go. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood of her floor. The cuts there had almost healed up. Just a few scabs left. Taking note of that she shrugged and moved to the kitchen. She looked in the fridge absently then moved to the cupboard to pull out a glass. Opening another cupboard she pulled out the bottle. Holding the bottle by its neck and the glass in one hand she strode across the room to her bedside table and opened the drawer. Pulling out the ring, she took a few steps and sat on one of her pillows. Filling her glass she set the bottle on her small table and gingerly took a sip of the alcohol.
Time crept by. She had slid back from the table and was now leaning against the footboard of her bed with her knees up. The glass dangling from her limp hand. The ring lay on the table as if mocking her. A breeze caught her hair and blew a few strands into her eyes. She barely noted there was a breeze.
“Shannon?”
She looked up in shock. The sliding door to her balcony was open and Renji stood on the threshold looking at her with a look she could not discern. “Renji.” The two were silent for a moment. “Come in.” She said quietly. The man stepped in shutting the door behind him and approached her table. Taking a seat on a pillow he simply looked at her with his head slightly cocked to the side.
“What are you doing?” He asked in a hush. The atmosphere was so quiet he kept his voice low.
She pondered his question for a moment a very slight smile pulling at her lips and answered. “Having a pity party, care to join?”
He gazed at her seriously for what felt like an eternity but then that trademark grin swept across his lips. “Heh, sounds good. You’re already three sheets to the wind kid.”
Shannon stood and carefully moved to the cupboard to grab him a glass. She could feel his eyes on her as she moved realizing she was wearing nothing but a t-shirt. Her lack of clothing seemed inconsequential. She returned handing him a glass and gesturing towards the bottle. “Help yourself.” Taking up her position at her footboard once again she looked to the man across from her. He held up the bottle and swished the liquid around.
“What kind of sake is this?”
“Hahahaha its Canadian whiskey.” She laughed. He poured a generous amount into his glass and slung it back. “Careful its pretty stro…” She was interrupted by his coughing. “I tried to warn you.”
“How many of these have you had?”
She thought about it for awhile then shrugged. “Not sure.”
He looked at her with a raised brow then refilled his glass. This time he sipped his drink with caution. “Mmmm not bad.”
Two more refills for Renji and one for Shannon passed in comfortable silence. Renji reached out and picked up the ring that had been laying on her table and examined it closely. She watched him as he did so without a word. He looked into her eyes then placed it back on the table. “So how does a pity party work?”
Shannon smiled a sad smile and responded. “Well you just feel sorry for yourself.”
“Tell me.” He said.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me why I can almost taste the sadness that radiates off of you.”
His words should have shocked her but they didn’t. It was true. She tried to hide it but it was overpowering. She hung her head studying the grains of wood on her floor for several seconds. “You first.” She said. She didn’t bother looking up at him. She knew he was taken aback. She waited patiently. As she continued to stare at her floor she heard him pour another drink and swallow it down hard. There was a rustle of fabric as he got up and moved to sit beside her. He gently took the glass from her hand and refilled it.
“We were kids, in the 78^th district of Rukongai. Street rats. Stealing and swindling, anything to survive. She was like a breath of fresh air. It didn’t matter if we were hungry or tired she was always there. In time it was just the two of us. She wanted more then the life we had. She wanted to become a Shinigami and make something of herself. I followed her. Shinoreijutsuin. The academy was different then life on the streets. We worked hard. I wanted to succeed.   She was approached by a noble family wanting to take her in as one of their own. I encouraged her. She would finally have a family and would never want for anything again. In all honesty I selfishly wanted her to say no and stay by my side. We had always been together but how could I keep her tied when so many opportunities awaited her. Forty years passed. I worked and trained in order to become something worthy of her. A human boy. Ok he’s more then just a human but that’s another story. He was there for her. He risked everything for her. I-I was a coward. She’s happy. I am happy for her but I am still selfish.”
Shannon stared at Renji for a time. He was so openly honest and though his story was short she could see how difficult it had been to tell. “You still love her?”
He swirled the amber liquid in his glass and simply nodded in the affirmative. It was her turn to take the glass from his hand and refill it. Both of them swallowed their drinks and glasses were filled once again. “How old are you?” She asked.
“Older then you kid.”
It was comforting having him sit next to her. She picked up the ring on the table and looked hard at it before returning it to its place.
“My Grandmother raised me. My parents died when I was very young. I have no memory of them. He lived close by. We would play together as children. He was an ever present force in my life. My Grandmother passed away when I was sixteen leaving me alone. He was there. He was always there. I finished high school and went on to college. He attended the same college as me. He always had a gentle touch or kind word. Because he was there I was never alone. He was the light. He was the darkness. He was all I ever really had. I loved him. Shortly before we graduated from college he asked me to marry him. He put that ring on my finger. We moved into a small house in a nearby city close to where we grew up as he had gotten a job there. I had always dreamed of teaching abroad and applied to many different schools.   I was so happy. Just over a year ago I had been informed that I had received a six month teaching contract here. Everything was perfect. I rushed home to tell him. All of his things were gone. Nothing belonging to him was left. I walked around the small house looking for him or anything that was his. Nothing. I waited. There was no explanation. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. I never heard from him again. I was not even worth a note. I was alone. I moved to the other side of the world less then a week ago.”
Shannon was surprised at herself. She had summed it all up and it felt alright to tell him. It felt good to tell someone.   Once again he took her glass from her hand and refilled it along with his own. Both sipped in silence.
“Well aren’t we a pair.” He said chuckling softly.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She fought hard to restrain them. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her cry. She was stronger then this. If she cried he would think she was weak. She took several shuddering breaths trying to gain control. She concentrated on her drink. He was sitting right next to her and if she wasn’t careful he would see her weakness. She saw his hand wrap around her glass taking it from her. He placed it on the table. She stiffened as she felt one of his strong arms wrap around her shoulders. He pulled her tight against his side without a word. It took her a moment but her muscles finally relaxed against him. She buried her face in the black cloth he wore and surrendered. She was weak and that was alright.

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Her granddaughter quickly wiped her eyes then nonchalantly reached for another slice of pizza. “So there was more to the story. I’m glad you didn’t leave me hanging.” The young woman said.
The elder smiled softly. “Oh there is still more my dear.”
The young woman made a gesture for her grandmother to continue as her mouth was once again full.
“Hmmm I think I need another cup of tea.”
The younger girl sighed in annoyance but got up to put the kettle on.
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