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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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A’N: Wow I had a great Summer Holiday . But sorry for keeping you guys waitng :( And I am now moving as well! Yay for me! Don’t fret though! I will try to keep up, and Ill try to update all my stories before Friday. I am never good with deadlines >_< but let’s hope it works out this time!
Okay I am not sure about this chapter. I’d like to hear honest opinions please :). I wrote two different chapters for this entry (which is why it took so long) but this one focuses more on Shunsui’s emotional state which I am not sure if it worked. The other chapter I wrote is basically a lot less emotional and a lot more… well talking.
If it didn’t work please let me know I am always open to constructive crit, and I always appreciate it :)
Thanks for your patience, thanks for all awesome the reviews, sorry for the wait and I hope you all enjoy!
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A Visit
The sun rose higher as the day progressed, the hours melding into a string of moments and minutes that seemed to drag by in split-second precision. Nanao had left earlier, probably going to check up on him. She’d paused at the door and Shunsui knew she’d wanted to say something but god bless her intuition she didn’t, and had left without a word.
He didn’t think he could’ve handled her at that moment, and for the first time in his life he didn’t care what he might say to her. He didn’t care if he hurt her, drove her away or broke her. In his soul all he could feel was this coiling snake of hateful poison that churned his gut.
He did not wish to spread that poison.
The stacks of paperwork rose high around him, mountains of back log he had accumulated in the previous months. Day and in day out he had left this work and his Nanao in order to be with and visit...
Shunsui grit his teeth, and forcefully cut off his thought process.
His hat, once a treasured gift from him was forgone, and now lay forlornly in the corner of the room, picking up dust. It was as much a statement as an action of uncontrolled anger. He wanted to hurt him.
But he held his temper down and carefully signed every letter, and wrote every report with clear concise strokes: perfect, smooth and beautiful. But with every stroke he felt the bitterness tighten, with every character painted on the parchment he could feel his resentment boil to breaking point.
The words he wrote stared back at him in angry letters, each character a harsh reminder of what his so-called friend had done.
His grip tightened.
Shunsui was good at analyzing people. Priding himself in it, he was good in reading them in seeing beyond what made them powerful or strong. He saw the human behind the strength, and yet…
His hand moved faster across the parchment.
…and yet with all his wisdom, experience and intuition… he hadn’t seen this coming.
Over two thousand years of friendship and he’d stood by in a blinding veil as his best friend pined after him day in and day out. To such an extent that he fled into a world of lies and fantasy in order to bring some peace to his inner turmoil.
And through it all Shunsui had seen nothing. He’d stood by and watched, he’d missed all the signs and signals and allowed his friend to churn into a depression that was now destroying him.
Given the circumstances he knew people would describe him a monster. If they knew how he had reacted to such a long and painful crush. Hell, he would call himself a monster. But as hurt as Jushiro must have felt at that moment, Shunsui couldn’t feel much sympathy, because he felt it ten times more.
He felt betrayed.
The sudden spike in rage saw the paintbrush thrown in frustration. The black ink splattered against the wall, staining the white paint in specs of black. Shunsui buried his face in his hands. He was angry at him, furious and bitter and hurt in ways he couldn’t describe. He felt betrayed, used even, and all of this mixed and moulded into this cold stubbornness that he couldn’t shake.
He didn’t want to give Jushiro peace, because he had none to give. A friendship built on trust over two thousand years now felt tainted, and Shunsui took some solace in directing the blame at Jushiro. He felt better, but his fury would not die away.
It was easier to avoid the whole situation. He honestly had no idea how to deal with this. Hell part of him wasn’t even sure why he was really angry .As hurt as he was he knew that wasn’t the reason for his fury but he wasn’t sure what was. Shunsui Kyoraku, the great reader of people and emotions had no idea why he felt the way he did, and he knew part of his anger was solely because of that.
Shunsui scratched at his beard and went to pick up the brush. He realigned the hairs carefully and returned to his seat. A moment later he dropped the pen and closed his eyes in defeat.
Jushiro was dying. He could feel it on the wind. Their reiatsu was so intertwined it would be impossible for him not to know this.
But even at the prospect of losing something he cared about so much, he was still too stubborn to go to him. Too hurt, betrayed and to some extent confused.
With a sigh he braced himself, picked up the brush, and continued with the paperwork.
But soon he lost himself in the brush strokes and his own turmoil and barely noticed the powerful and curiously furious reiatsu unfurling in his division. Not until the energy pressed into his own did he actually look up with a frown, and just in time to see the heavy form of Captain Zaraki walk through the door.
“Zaraki-taichou” He greeted with a nod as the man walked closer, “What brings you here?”
Zaraki did not answer. Instead he tossed a small ball of crumpled paper that landed on his table.
“Is that yers?”
Shunsui stared at him curiously for a moment, but looked down at the soaked ball. He could see charred corners and a sense of trepidation pulled at his soul. But he carefully unfurled it without a word. His mouth hardened when he read the words and he dropped the soggy paper to the side.
“No,” he said.
Zaraki laughed, and drew his sword, “I was hopin’ you’d say that,”
Shunsui barely had time to draw his own.
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Phew…. *crosses fingers* let’s hope this worked >_<
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