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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: A Bit of Love
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Shuuhei, Jūshirō
Sub-title: Getting Lucky 3
Word count: 1,425
Warnings: Nothing
AN: So after so long I come back to this collection! I'm so sorry about that. I'll try and update this every few months but I'm not really promising anything.

I do have to admit that I lost all of my requests about two years before, and I did mention that, but I have also lost the pairings that I was planning on doing so if you want to request a pairing and give me a SIMPLE prompt, I'll be happy to do them.

Another note: for those who know, when Y!gallery went down it took all of my stories with it so when they get it back up, I'll be reposting everything. And that means I'll be going through the chapters for this collection and A Bleach Melodies to do some mild editing and formatting fixing. So I'll also be replacing the chapters accordingly.

That is: Chapters 1 to 80 will be edited and replaced. Got it? Good.

On that note: I am doing a Drabble a Day thing, but not for a full year. Just from today (March 1, 2017) to May 3ed, 2017. So ask for a pairing. And an idea to go with it but keep it SIMPLE. Seriously. Simple.

I hope you enjoy.

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Stalking after the young fukutaicho wasn’t that hard seeing as they were being forced to work together so often at the moment. The sou-taicho was going on his grandson’s suggestions of the various divisions doing cross-division training. Jūshirō smiled as he stepped into his office, finding Shūhei already there and frowning as he flipped through several papers, trying to figure out how the fukutaicho before Kaien had filed paperwork.

Currently, all divisions were having to go through files, moving them into various categories and scanning them into a massive computer system so that they were easier to find. Thus Shūhei going through the files, starting with the oldest, handing each page with care and wearing gloves.

“Whoever was your fukutaicho at the beginning should have been spanked,” Shūhei stated as he scanned a file into the computer, tagging it properly before putting it into the burn box.

Jūshirō chuckled and sat down at his own desk and nodded. “I did. Several times. Shunsui seemed to enjoy it so I just cut off sex and he pouted, but he got better. I believe you’re about five months before that point though,” he teased, Shūhei groaned and glaring at the paperwork.

“You couldn’t do that earlier?” he huffed, getting a slightly bemused look from the other man. “Now I have to fix that shit,” he whined, moving onto the next file, reading through it before he dropped it into a box marked “MIA” and continuing one. He was looking for hollow reports at the moment. The personnel files would come later. “At least he’s like Matsumoto in just sticking the file behind the last one.”

“And just think, after that I had two other fukutaicho’s before Kaien. At least he kept them separate according to what they were.” Shūhei sighed and dropped another file into another box, continuing to work. Jūshirō chuckled softly and started working on his own files, watching the fukutaicho out of the corner of his eye.

The man moved with an unconscious grace, something that came to most fighters after the first fifty years of sparring, practicing and fighting against hollows and any enemy that came after the Soul Society. It was so easy to forget that the man couldn’t see out of one eye, the scars that rested over it having damaged his eye but the eye itself was clear. Pure.

Still, if you looked, the pupil barely reacted to light changes, usually contracting slightly in the brightest of lights or widening in the purest of darkness.

But Shūhei had never let it get to him, learning to compensate when he had been let go from the Fourth after the attack and stuck on desk duty while he figured out if he would be able to do his job properly. With a bit of time and some training, he had become one of their best fukutaicho’s, and the fact he was half blind was nearly forgotten about.

“You’re thinking hard over there, taicho,” Shūhei said, sounding amused as his eyes flicked up, getting a slight smile from the other man.

“So I am. I am just thinking of how so many of us have had to compensate for various things in our times as Shinigami,” Jūshirō hummed, standing up and brushing out his hakama. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t be getting much work done, not that there was a whole lot at the moment to do, and wished to walk a bit. “Would you like to join me in a walk around the gardens? Get away from all of those files.”

Shūhei looked up at the man, contemplating before he nodded with a slight smile on his lips, standing up with a huff. “Yeah, that sounds like fun,” he said, saving the files and leaving the computer to do that without him. Closing the boxes, he followed after the other man after locking the office down with a sign hanging that said they weren’t there, hands tucked into the folds of his hakama.

The two men headed down into the Thirteenth divisions garden area, taking their time as they walked over the well kept paths, the scent of the flowers adding a lovely background to their walk. Jūshirō lead the way to the koi pond and took a seat with a sigh, tilting his head back to bask in the sunlight. Shūhei sighed and sat down, sprawling out on his half of the bench, eyes closed as he relaxed.

They didn’t have to talk, to break the silence and fill it with meaningless chatter, which Shūhei found rather nice. There were few people that he could just relax around and not be expected to fill in the silence, and Jūshirō was one of them. Running a hand through his hair, he grunted and crossed his legs, stretching them out before him as Jūshirō chuckled at him.

“Relaxed?” Jūshirō asked, teasing and amused at the way that Shūhei was relaxing.

“Very,” Shūhei hummed, knowing that if he wasn’t careful, he would fall asleep in the sunlight, listening to the fish in the pond swim about and the breeze playing through the flowers and bushes. He had before, on the second day after he had started to help Jūshirō get the Thirteenth Division archives in some semblance of an actual order and get things scanned. Jūshirō had lead him out after they had gotten through several of the boxes, or at least getting them separated, and Shūhei had relaxed so much he had napped.

Jūshirō had awoken him three hours later, looking amused and ready for dinner, the man having had his third seats bring his paperwork to do outside.

“I’m not going to fall asleep this time. Just taking a moment to shut my brain up,” Shūhei promised, getting a low chuckle from Jūshirō.

“Of course not. You want to get through the last of the files from the first five years today after all,” Jūshirō drawled, standing to move next to the pond. As he scattered food for the koi within the pond, Shūhei watched with a slight tilt to his lips, loving the way the sun glinted off of the long silver hair, catching the white strands that mixed and mingled, giving the color depth.

It was such a pretty sight, one that many enjoyed but few could say that they got to touch. Shunsui was one, and so was Ichigo when he came to Jūshirō for comfort, the young shinigami trusting the man in ways that he did for few others. Hanataro could get away with it when Jūshirō was at the Fourth for treatments, usually to weak after the infusion of reiatsu to braid the long locks back.

And Shūhei got to touch it. As Jūshirō showed him things that anyone who didn’t have his age and experience could only marvel at. As they rested after long days of working. Tugging teasingly on it as he walked past the man, getting him to look away from whatever made him scowl at that moment. He could touch it, slide his fingers through the locks, and watch whenever his lover twisted it up out of the way when he decided to putter about in the garden.

Turning, Jūshirō smiled softly at the other man and walked over, stroking his thumb over the scars under Shūhei’s eye, the man pressing into his touch with a hum of pleasure. “Come along. I shall help you sift through the files and when we have a big enough pile, I will start to scan them,” he said, Shūhei groaning.

“We can come out and enjoy the air during lunch yes?” Shūhei asked, getting a nod from Jūshirō. “Fine, let’s do this then,” he huffed, standing up and wrapping an arm around his waist. The two walked up to the office, opening the doors to let in some air as they sat down at Shūhei’s desk.

Settling in, the two worked on going through the files, breaking for a sunlit lunch, and stopping for the day when Ichigo swung by with Shunsui to drag them off for dinner and a night out. Shūhei simply smiled as he slipped an arm around Ichigo’s waist, drawing a blush up on his cheeks, while Shunsui slung an arm around Jūshirō’s shoulder, talking about what he had done that day.

Ichigo just groaned and told them that the lazy ass had slept for a good chunk of the day, leaving him to do all of the damn paperwork.
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