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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- 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: Interesting Man

Fandom: Bleach

Story Set: Tales of a Broken Society

Characters: Shinji, Shuuhei, Kensei

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,608

AN: And we come to another story in this collection. I hope you guys enjoy it really. :D
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Staring at the dark haired male that sat at Urahara's table, playing with a tea cup as he read over a newspaper that sat before him, Shinji tilted his head and blinked. He had seen many a thing in his life time but seeing three neat little scars running down a pretty face with the number 69 was a bit odd even for him. Opening his mouth, he snapped it shut at the dry look that was shot in his direction.
“Yes, I know what it means. No, it's not what it's there for. I grew up in that particular district and learned a thing or two that I forgot when I became an academy student. It is there to remind me of what I had forgotten.” The words were spoken in a dry tone as Shuuhei returned to looking back at his newspaper, flipping the page and sipping at his still steaming tea. His voice was rather nice sounding, rich and smokey even as cold as it was to him.
“I have no idea what you mean,” Shinji tried to deny, watching thin lips smirk and Shuuhei shake his head, obviously not believing a word he said. Watching as the tall brunet stood and gathered his things before heading back to his room, the blond Vizard watching the way he moved and liking what he had seen. Thinking about the story of when Kensei had been attacked by Aizen, he tilted his head and huffed. “Huh, so that's the kid that he saved all those years ago. Looks like he grew up pretty damn well,” he drawled as Urahara stepped into the room, fan waving before his face.
“Oh, he did. Shuuhei-san is quite the fighter and from what I've heard, quite the lover depending on the person. Though from what I understand, he's rather picky and hasn't taken a lover of any kind since the start of this whole mess,” Urahara drawled, drawing Shinji's interest to him. “Oh yes, quite interesting,”
“Yeah, I bet,” Shinji hummed, turning to Urahara and pushing the thoughts of the young male to the side to contemplate at a later date.
That later date turned out to be after the war had been finished, Ichigo coming close to losing his powers, but slowly regaining them in the Seireitei while they all healed and got better. Even the Vizards were in the Seireitei, visiting friends and old divisions as they to healed from their own wounds. Their orders of execution had been rescinded and they were welcomed back if they wanted to, Shinji, Kensei, Lisa and Love so far the only ones looking to return to the Soul Society again.
The other Vizards, as much as they loved it, just couldn't see themselves being happy there after everything that had gone on.
Shinji was currently following Shuuhei around, watching as he went shopping for food and went to the library when he wasn't doing paperwork or making sure that his division continued to do what they needed to do since he was mostly stuck behind a desk. It was kind of interesting to him, having done it for the last week and a half since Shuuhei had been released from the Fourth Division. He had found himself wanting to know more about the tattooed male and was pleasantly surprised by what he had found out about the other man.
Shuuhei was calm but he wasn't cold, having friends that he often visited when he had time, and was quite popular with the ladies, and some of the men for that matter. When it came to lovers, he was open to anyone as long as they didn't annoy him when they were talking. It seemed that as he got drunk, his standards got a bit more strict so he didn't often get drunk, or at least that was what Shinji had discovered in his investigations.
He was still amazingly curious about the young shinigami, following after him one day while he had been out and about in a pretty basic, light green kimono that had almost lost all of its color. He had shopped for food, taking it home before heading to another part of the market and heading for a book store. So far, Shuuhei had selected three books, one horror, one of a complimation of plays, and one a mystery, and was pursuing the romance section, making Shinji think that he was looking for things for those who were still in the Fourth at the moment.
“Shinji-san, if you're trying to hide, you really do kind of suck at it,” Shuuhei suddenly said as he pulled down a book from the shelf and adding it to the other books in his arms. “Or you're just not thinking about it,” he drawled, looking up from the shelf, cocking an eyebrow at him.
Shinji went stiff and blushed lightly before stepping out from behind a bookcase, feeling that his power had indeed slipped his grasp while had been thinking. “Ah...do forgive me, Shuuhei-san,” Shinji drawled, the brunet tilting his head to the side.
“It's fine. But I am curious as to why you're following after me,” Shuuhei responded, heading for the register, handing over the books as Shinji ambled after him.
Shinji simply shrugged his shoulders and held his tongue until they were once more on the street. “I saw your fight against Tosen and was kind of curious about who you were. You weren't around when I was taicho all those years ago, so you're pretty new,” he finally said, Shuuhei smirking slightly.
“No, I didn't join the academy until about fifty years after your group was charged,” Shuuhei admitted, shaking his head. “Renji-kun and Rukia-san joined about two years after me. Then things happened,” he said, seeing the curiosity spark in the other males eyes, smirking. “Yes, I've learned to read people. You kind of have to in this day and age especially with the way things are going.”
Shinji hummed and ran a hand through his hair, smirking slightly. “Yeah, so much is going on and so much is changing. With each new soul that comes to the Seireitei that has power that blooms the moment they come here, they change the stagnation,” he drawled, shrugging one shoulder. “It's good for us but grates against the people that think they rule.”
“Laws are being reviewed by every taicho, fukutaicho, and those who played a part in the war. It's surprising how insightful a living human can be especially about some of the older laws and prejudices,” Shuuhei admitted as they started to walk down the street, watching children run around, laughing and happy. “Just days ago, the lake that runs near this district and all of it's branches were starting to run dry, a casualty of the unbalance that we had been blinded and blinded ourselves to. Kurosaki-san, Orihime-san, Uryu-san, and Sado-san all started to remove those blinders and the war finished it for them.”
“It sounds like they're good influences,” Shinji said, wondering when his curiosity in the younger male had shifted to a slowly growing respect. The guy was smart, had to be since he ran his division without a taicho and kept the paper going with a scary sort of ease, but with every word that came out of his mouth, it seemed as if he wasn't just book smart, he was people and street smart.
“They are, really,” Shuuhei hummed and shifted the bag in his arms that held some of what he had bought, leading the way towards the Seireitei. “They showed us that no matter how much we think we know everything, no matter how much we think we have learned all that there is to learn, we know nothing really. We have to stay aware and willing to learn no matter what happens.”
Shinji tilted his head and smirked, thinking about how that particular bitter pill had gone down with some of the old bastards that were feeling their empty power slip past them with each new set of eyes opened. “I bet that things are really gettin' better for everyone,” he hummed, Shuuhei nodding his head as they walked up to a section of wall that opened for them after the two raised their power just enough for the sensors to register them.
“They are and surprisingly enough it's not as bad as everyone thought it would be. The transition is made easier because of the aftermath of the war,” Shuuhei hummed, leading the way to the Ninth, using well known shortcuts and a few new ones that Shinji didn't know about. “That and they have Kurosaki-san and his father, who are both of high clans, and the grandchild and son of the sou-taicho respectively, breathing down their necks to remind them that they can't stop it from happening.”
“So I see,” Shinji hummed as they came to a rather nice home that had a small bit of land around it, the walls high enough to provide privacy to the small garden beyond and the rather traditional home that laid beyond the flowers and herbs.
“Would you like to come in for some tea?” Shuuhei asked, tilting his head to the side in invitation, smiling as the blond ran his eyes over him before smirking.
“I would,” Shinji hummed, following the younger male through the gate and into the house beyond, more then happy to get to know the man before him. And if it just happened to lead to something more...
Well he wasn't going to complain.
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