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A Test of Faith	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No underaged beings, humans or otherwise, are involved in this work of fiction. Bleach and all its characters belong to Kubo Tite, I just "expand" them for fun. I do not make any profit from these work of fiction.

Chapter List
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So sorry for the late update! The Avengers and a whole day of hiking got in the way. ;)
Previously on "A Test of Faith":

As their pants and moans filled the room, Akari began to understand why Rikichi complained that he couldn't get enough sleep.

Chapter 7

Akari walked across the 6th division grounds. It was a really nice day, the sun was out but it was just cloudy enough to dull the harsh sun rays a little. It was early autumn, so leaves were turning orange. A faint breeze tickled the leaves, bringing some of them to the ground to join those that were already scattered around the trees.
But Akari did not notice any of these. She walked aimlessly, a rake in her hand, almost in circles. Her eyes were open but weren't focused on anything in particular. She looked almost like a zombie, but inside her mind, Akari was battling a storm of emotions from what happened the night before.

Awkward was not strong enough a word to describe what she felt after Abarai-fukutaicho and Hisagi-fukutaicho went to sleep. Stunned from what she had seen, she remained crouched in silence at the wall in Rikichi's room. For the longest time, she didn't want to turn around, because she didn't know how to face Rikichi. What does one say under such circumstances? Oh, that was absolutely dazzling, wasn't it?
One look at Rikichi's face showed that he also didn't think of the "So, I'm right and you're wrong. Now what?" scenario. The boy's face was so red that she would've thought that he was drunk if she hadn't already known the reason for it. Her face burned as well, and she felt embarrassed and shy beyond words. Why, oh why did she bring this upon herself? So Rikichi was telling the truth, so what?
Eventually the boy broke the silence. "It sure is getting chilly, isn't it?"
The line was so absurd that Akari couldn't suppress a giggle. In the end, the two of them had burst out laughing—muffled, of course, so much so that Akari thought she was going to either die from asphyxiation or from the pain of the stitches in her side. It felt good to be able to laugh like this, because after that, she didn't feel so awkward anymore. Obviously she would never ever bring up this topic with Rikichi again, but in a way it felt...well, sort of fun to know that she now shared this secret with him. Nothing could bring two people closer than watching two high-ranking Gotei 13 officers have sex, right?
Back in her own room, as she pulled up her covers to her chin, the scenes kept replaying in her mind...over and over again. Now that the initial wave of awkwardness and shame had passed, a whole new tirade of emotions assaulted her mind. She lay in bed, eyes bright, and struggled to make sense of them.
Maybe she envied them for having each other. She didn't have anyone; she didn't have any close friends, her brother—the light in her life—was gone, and her father refused to talk to her. For a fleeting moment she felt extremely sad. If she were to die right now, would anyone even notice?
Abarai-fukutaicho would. At the thought of her tall, handsome vice captain, her mouth curled up into a small smile. He looked so beautiful, she thought. He had gotten up from the bed to get towels after cuddling for a bit. His hair was a mess and stuck to his back and neck, but he looked so sexy like that. Like a majestic beast, she decided. Graceful, powerful. Yet, he was so gentle. She watched as he lovingly wiped down his lover; the way he carefully went over every inch of Hisagi-fukutaicho's body made the simple act almost like a sacred ritual. She saw the raven-haired vice captain reach up to trace his fingers over Abarai-fukutaicho's face, neck, then down his well-toned arms. Their interaction was a true testament to the phrase action speaks louder than words.

Akari's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a shout. Startled, she ducked behind a tree instinctively. She was, after all, daydreaming instead of raking dried leaves as she should be. Peeking her head from behind the tree, she was relieved to see that it was just some squad members joking amongst themselves. Likely slacking off just like her, she thought, relieved. With a sigh, she plopped herself down on the grass and leaned back against the tree.
And then there was that dream.

The feather-light touches tickled her skin, warm breath on her neck brought goosebumps on her skin. The weight from the body pressing against her made her pulse quicken in excitement. Her fingers roamed the muscled back and reached up to rake through soft, long hair. As a hand gently cupped her left breast, she shivered and let out a low moan. She could hardly recognize her own voice; she'd never sounded so..feminine...in her life.
Her moan was abruptly cut off as a pair of lips crushed hers. A tongue probed her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth. After a brief moment of hesitation, she parted her lips slightly. Her eyes widened as the strong, rough tongue entered her mouth; it traced along her teeth, brushed against her tongue. It was her first kiss, and she didn't know how to respond. Her lover was patient, and after a few seconds of subtle guidance, she finally kissed back. The kiss was slow at first, then sped up as urgency increased. Her breath came in gasps, as did her lover's.
The hand on her breast slowly trailed down her body, then she felt it slide over her hip. Fingers caressed her thigh, making her sigh in contentment. It felt so good to be held like that. She felt safe, and for once, not alone.
Her lover broke the kiss and pulled away. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up to see his face. It was partially covered by a sheet of red hair, and she reached up to brush the hair away so that she could see his eyes. The pair of scarlet eyes that stared back was lustful and held promises of what was to come. She blushed, almost melting under that gaze. Reaching up, she touched his face, then traced her finger tips along his eyes, eyebrows, then along the dark ink that extended from the eyebrows...
Her breath hitched when she felt a gentle nudge on her inner thigh. She tensed up and hesitated. A small whimper escaped her throat.
"Shhh...don't be afraid," the man leaned down to say in her ear. "I won't hurt you..."

Akari had awoken in a sheen of sweat, heart hammering in her chest. Her whole body felt flushed as if she had a fever, but her fingers were ice cold. The dream felt so real that she could almost still feel the tickle of his fingers on her skin. And that...that rush of pain and pleasure as he entered her left her panting even as her head gradually became clearer. After her breathing slowed down, she buried her face in her hands and sobbed. As if she wasn't already confused enough by the flood of emotions that she was still trying to understand, she had to have this...this dream. She had never had a dream like that before, ever; in fact she had never been with a man before. Is this really what it feels like in real life? It felt foreign, wrong, but yet so good that she almost longed to be back in the dream.
She felt disgusted and angry with herself. How dare her mind play tricks like this on her; to turn her beloved Abarai-fukutaicho into such an evil temptation! She respected him like any subordinate would respect a superior, looked up to him as if he were a brother, and now her mind had corrupted those feelings with these forbidden images.
Akari trembled as images from the dream haunted her as she rested against the tree. Her own cries of pleasure from the dream echoed in her ears, sending waves of nausea through her body; this was so wrong. Abarai-fukutaicho was not hers to take, not even hers to dream about. And the fact that she did scared her. She was a smart girl; she knew where this was heading, what her subconscious was trying to tell her. She tried to blame it on the arousing "show" she witnessed right before bed, but even she didn't believe herself. Her frustration pushed her to her mental limit, and she couldn't stop a tear from rolling down her cheek.

To be continued...
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Sneak preview of the next chapter:

"Do you mean to say that I cannot handle this myself?" His voice was cold.
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