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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Mistletoe in the Snow

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: Shunsui/Jushiro

For: Ane

Word count: 1,030

An: My Christmas Gift for Ane. Total and utter fluff. :D Enjoy dear.

Review: MoonlightVampiress: :D I loved writing those two stories, finding them rather interesting to write. In regards to the Nnoitra and Szayel fic, I can see them, but for that round, I was thinking of preslash more then anything. :3

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“It’s kind of quiet isn’t it?” Jūshirō asked as he came to stand beside his friend, leaning against his large body. The snow was covering the land around their small shack in the Living World, making it seem so quiet and as if they were alone. Shunsui chuckled softly and leant into his friend’s shoulder.
It was almost time for the time that the Living called Christmas, the interesting holiday spreading slowly over the world. The Serieitei focused on the old traditions but also happily embraced the newest traditions. For the two friends though, they were in the Living World, watching over their part of the land, a rash of illnesses sweeping the land and killing those who were not strong enough to fight them off. So they sent the souls of those who died off to their rest and waited for the ability to go back home.
“It is. Nothing like the Seireitei right now,” Shunsui hummed, wrapping an arm around his friend’s waist when the younger male shivered softly. “Slightly colder to isn't it?” he asked, Jūshirō chuckled and shook his head with an amused look.
“It is. I think it's the fact that there isn't as much reitsu running around to keep things somewhat warm,” Jūshirō chuckled softly, pressing against his partner with a smile before looking up. “Someone visited,” he mused softly, pointing at a small sprig of green with red berries amongst the green leaves.
“What is that?” Shunsui asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at the rather interesting little plant that was hanging over their head. It was just a sprig of green and red, simple in it's looks but oh so pretty.
“I believe the humans call it Mistletoe. It's a poisonous plant I believe, at least this species of mistletoe, and rather parasitic since they usually live on another tree,” Jūshirō hummed, smiling softly. “The tradition from what I know of it is that it is hung and each time a couple steps under it, they are to trade kisses,” he mused.
“Why in the world would you use a parasitic, poisonous plant to encourage people to trade kisses?” Shunsui chuckled, Jūshirō giving his friend a fond look and patting his arm.
“It's to help them remember that even during this time of coldness and wetness that there is still life out there. And that we need to remember that no matter what, love can bloom in the oddest places,” Jūshirō hummed, leaning back on his hands as snow started to fall down around them. “I think that they often put the mistletoe here because this house is said to be haunted. I heard tales of it in town when I went to gather some food and other supplies when we first got here. Apparently a couple that were unable to be together during their living years died here during Christmas day many decades ago. During a time when two men kissing weren't welcomed,” he hummed. “So now they place mistletoe and the such during certain times of the year, starting about ten, fifteen years ago. Mistletoe during the time of Christmas, lanterns during the various Festivals. Just doing little things to commemorate the ones they call the lost lovers.”
Shunsui chuckled softly and shook his head. “Our death by pneumonia has been turned into a story of heartbreak,” he sighed, rubbing at his face as Jūshirō chuckled. “Do you think that they remembered that same sex relationships were rather normal back then when it was two warriors coming together?” he asked.
“No, I think a lot of the old ways were lost and forgotten over the years. To much influence from those who would call such a relationship wrong,” Shunsui said, shrugging one shoulder with a smile. “It's nice though that the world is remembering the old ways, just with less...restrictions on who can come together and in what way,” he continued.
“It is. Come on, let's go inside. It's starting to get cold and you know how Unohana-taicho gets when it comes to me being in the cold,” Jūshirō hummed, standing up before he brushed off his hakama with a smile. Shunsui chuckled and stood to, taking his hand and pulling him close before he could walk into the cottage.
“Well, there is one thing that we can do to really start the season off with a bang,” Shunsui chuckled, getting blinked at by his friend before the silver haired male gave him an indulgent look.
“And just what is that?” Jūshirō asked, raising an eyebrow as a smile danced over his lips. Shunsui simply laughed lowly and grasped his chin, tilting his head back. Leaning forward, the larger male brushed their lips together, smiling when his silver haired partner just sighed and reached up to cup his cheeks, bringing him into a firmer kiss.
Pulling away after several long moments of exchanging slow kisses, presses of lips and sliding of tongues together, the two men smiled softly as they pressed their foreheads together. “Come along, my dear, let's head into our oh so lovely cottage so that I can properly worship you the way I've been wanting to for the last few hundred years,” Shunsui teased, getting a flush from his very soon to be lover.
“You just had to say that right?” Jūshirō huffed, pressing closer to his lover with a smile, loving the way Shunsui just wrapped his arms around his waist and held him close.
“Of course,” Shunsui teased, drawing his partner into the house with a promising smile, Jūshirō chuckling softly and happily following after him. Unnoticed to anyone, a slim male watched them with his own smile, tilting his head to the side before turning around and heading back to the village, orange braid swinging behind him, glad that the mistletoe had worked.
He had always wondered just who had hung the mistletoe that had brought his friends together. But now he knew and he was happy with being able to help his friends, even if they didn't know him yet. Much less had been born yet.
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