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Till Death Do Us Part	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7
"It's a miracle," Urahara said for the tenth time that night. He glanced at Renji, who was sitting across the table. The redhead couldn't stop fidgeting; all he wanted to do was to go to Shuuhei, to make sure that he was really going to live. Urahara had reassured everyone that the injured Vice Captain managed to pull through. He was still heavily wounded of course, but given enough time and care, he would eventually recover.
"What did you do in there?" Matsumoto wondered out loud, looking at Renji. Like the others, she was relieved that her drinking buddy was going to be okay. "Did you like, kiss him like Prince Charming or something?"
Renji cringed inside. Matsumoto had no idea how close she was to the truth. On hindsight Renji felt disgusted with himself—he had kissed the unconscious man! It did seem like Shuuhei's miracle—as Urahara put it—was triggered by his kiss, but Renji couldn't help kicking himself mentally for doing something so low. He had taken advantage of the very person he loved, and he couldn't forgive himself for that.
It was now 2 hours after Shuuhei's abrupt awakening. Well, to call it awakening was stretching it. He had yet to open his eyes, but had stirred and grunted in pain when Hanatarou examined him. The little healer said those were promising signs, and that it was only a matter of time when Shuuhei would fully come around.
Renji felt something like giddiness in his chest. Shuuhei was going to be okay! He couldn't wait to confess his feelings personally. He had been given a second chance! He would not waste it by continuing to keep his feelings to himself. Well, he mentally corrected himself with a small smile, other than Ichigo and Rukia anyway.
Ichigo had woken up from his deep sleep just an hour ago, complaining that all the noise in the house was keeping him from resting. But he couldn't hide his cheerful grin. He had heard the good news about Hisagi from Rukia. And Rukia, of course, was beside herself with relief, both for Shuhhei and for her childhood friend.

Shuuhei woke up with a start. Renji! Then he looked around in confusion. Was it a nightmare? His first instinct was to get up, but the sudden intense pain in his chest left him gasping for breath. Looking down, he touched the bloodied bandages.
The hollow.
He struggled to get up again. Was Renji okay? He only remembered rushing towards Renji, but what happened after that? His mind pulled a blank. Another burst of pain made him see stars, and he slumped back in defeat. He was clearly in a room and obviously had been well cared for. But where on earth is this?
He opened his mouth to call out, but all he managed was a hoarse croak. Geez I must've gotten it real bad. Just as he struggled to call out again, the door opened and a familiar figure came in, tray in hand.
"Hisagi-san! How are you feeling?" Hanatarou greeted him with a cheerful smile. Based on the heavy eye bags and red-rimmed eyes, Shuuhei could only guess at what Hanatarou had endured to heal him.
"Shuuhei!" Shuuhei heard a familiar voice. He strained to look towards the door. There, standing right at the entrance was a tall, broad-shouldered man. His long crimson hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, partially held in place by a dirty-looking white bandana. The eyes that looked right at Shuuhei shone with relief and happiness.
He's okay! He's alive! Shuuhei screamed inside. He wanted to reach out to Renji but all he could manage was a weak twitch in his hand.
"You shouldn't move, Hisagi-san," Hanatarou admonished gently as he gingerly peeled off some bandages to replace them with fresh ones. Blood had finally stopped seeping through the bandages, but the young healer knew that Shuuhei had lost a lot of blood. Just a little more and the 9th squad Vice Captain would not have survived.

Renji stayed at the door and waited for Hanatarou to finish treating Shuuhei. His heart pounded loudly in his ears, beating so quickly that he thought he was going to have a heart attack. But this time it was with joy and nervousness. Shuuhei is awake! He's alive!
His gaze darted between Hanatarou and Shuuhei. Now and then he would see Shuuhei wince when Hanatarou touched the skin near his wound, but he simply grinded his teeth and bore the pain silently.
When Hanatarou was finally done, Renji slowly made his way to Shuuhei. All of a sudden, he felt self-conscious. He didn't know where to place his hands, where he should sit, god he didn't even know whether to look at Hisagi's face or wounds. So in the end he stared at his own knees as he knelt down next to Hisagi.
"Shuuhei." Renji didn't know where to start; there was so much he wanted to say. He cleared his throat and saw Shuuhei look at him questioningly. "I'm glad you made it." He said finally, and cringed inside when he heard the slight tremble in his own voice. Damn it Renji! You can do this without sounding like a schoolgirl!
He cleared his throat again, then stared into Shuuhei's eyes. Those eyes were bright even as they conveyed exhaustion. Shuuhei made an attempt at raising an eyebrow, only to grimace in pain.
"I…" Renji gritted his teeth. His fists gripped his robes tightly. "I was so afraid that I've lost you! You're hurt because of me. Heck you nearly died because of me! And I…I was so weak…there was nothing I could do…" His voice started to crack, and he kicked himself again for sounding so lame. I can do this, I can do this!
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly grasped Shuuhei's hand in his own. "I'm so glad you're alive! Because…because…I would kill myself if you were to die without hearing that I love you!" There, I did it. I finally said it!
He kept his gaze steady, looking right at Shuuhei's face, searching for a smile. His own smile faltered a bit when he saw Shuuhei's eyes suddenly darken. The hand he was holding attempted to pull away but didn't because the owner did not have the strength. But the slight movement was enough to make Renji let go.
"Shuuhei?"

Shuuhei was shocked. On one hand his heart swelled as he realized that Renji felt the same for him, but on the other a loud voice in his mind reminded him not to drag Renji down with him. He should not—must not—give Renji this burden, the burden of loving someone who would die soon. Why make him invest his emotions on something that would not last?
He struggled to speak. He needed to tell Renji that Renji shouldn't feel this way about him. But for the life of him he could not make a sound. His mind screamed but his throat was so dry and tight that he could not say anything.
Why would Renji suddenly say this? Was it because I almost died? Was it because he was simply grateful that I saved him?
As Shuuhei's mind reeled, Renji reached for his hand again. The redhead's eyes were soft and full of concern. He didn't understand why Shuuhei tried to pull away—maybe it was just a muscle spasm? After hearing what Kira told him, he felt confident that his senpai loved him. And he most certainly would show Shuuhei that he felt the same.
Shuuhei tensed as he felt his hand being wrapped in the warmth of Renji's hands. I must say something! I can't lead him on like this! Shuuhei screamed to himself, desperately trying to speak only to fail again. His breath quickened from his efforts and he sank back into the pillow, exhausted and defeated.
"What's wrong, Shuuhei?" Renji leaned over. Shuuhei held his breath. His love was so close, just a few inches away from his face. Then he froze when Renji planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
"You should sleep." Shuuhei looked on numbly as Renji let go of his hand to drape a blanket across his body. He was immediately enveloped in the softness and warmth of the fabric. He let loose a sigh, partly because of the comfort from the blanket, and partly from the frustration of not being able to talk to Renji.
He tensed again when Renji leaned down to touch his hair. The fingers trailed gently down his cheek, then along his chin. He stared up at Renji and saw only happiness and contentment in the redhead's eyes. His heart fluttered. Is this what it feels like? To be loved by him? Then he caught himself. He must not lead Renji on further, he needed Renji out of the room right now. So he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, hoping that Renji would take it as a sign to leave.
He felt Renji give him a gentle pat on his arm, and then to his relief, Renji stood up and left.

Kira and Renji sat in the dining room, each nursing a cup of hot tea. The rest had retired to their rooms to sleep.
"He seems distant," Renji said, sounding worried. He had told Shuuhei that he loved him, but instead of seeing happiness in the older man's eyes, he saw nothing of that sort. If anything, Shuuhei seemed almost cold to him.
Kira glanced at him. "What do you mean?"
Renji shrugged, tracing his finger around the edge of his teacup. "I guess I was expecting a warmer welcome, or something. I mean, I know he's weak right now, but hell, I just confessed my love to him and all he did was stare blankly at me."
Kira blanched. He should have known that Shuuhei would not make this easy. In his mind he had hoped that his best friend would simply be overjoyed to learn that Renji loved him, and in his ideal, imaginary world, his two friends would then live happily ever after…till death do them part. Shit, now what have I done? Based on Shuuhei's reaction now, Kira guessed that he would proceed to reject Renji. How and to what extent, he didn't know, but the end result was certain. Renji would be hurt. Crap, now what? Hisagi!
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