Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

Till Death Do Us Part	By : honeyMellon Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male > Renji/Shuuhei Views: 929 -:- 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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Chapter 9
Inside his room, Shuuhei was staring up at the ceiling. His wounds were healing at an amazing rate—how was Hanatarou only a 7th seat by the way? Surely he deserved to be at least a 3rd! His mental state, however, was falling apart. Ever since that talk with Renji, the redhead had stopped visiting him. At least Kira had seen him again once, although he was colder than usual and didn't say much. Still, that was enough to show that his blond friend cared. Whereas Renji…
He shook his head. What could he had expected? After his cruel words, he had no right to expect anything from Renji. His heart clenched as the man's pained face flashed across his eyes again. After Kira's harsh words the other day, Shuuhei had been feeling more and more like an asshole. Kira was right. There were so many other options that he could've taken to handle the situation. But he had chosen the worst, and now he had not only ruined his friendship with Renji, he had also crushed Renji's heart.
With a sigh, he draped an arm over his eyes. He needed to see Renji, badly. But he was still too weak to get up, so he simply had to wait.
He was about to get a quick shut-eye when he suddenly heard a loud yell from somewhere in the house, followed by hurried footsteps down the hallway. Another attack?
He struggled to get up but all he managed was to roll over to his side and prop himself up on one elbow. Even that small movement left him panting in pain and exhaustion. Damn it! Why was he so weak?
Now the house was silent. It was as if the commotion just a minute ago never happened. Confused and frustrated at being left in the dark, Shuuhei yelled for Hanatarou. He had grown fond of the little medic, whom, despite of his clumsiness and constant state of nervousness, was actually extremely good at his job and had the kindest heart Shuuhei had ever known.
The silence was shattered suddenly by a loud wail. What the hell is going on? He pounded the floor in frustration. It sounded like something bad was happening outside and he couldn't do a single thing. Fuck!
Suddenly, the door to his room burst open with a loud bang, revealing Urahara and Tessai who were carrying a heavily wrapped bundle. Ururu slipped into the room in a hurry and rolled out another thin mattress on the floor next to Shuuhei.
"Careful now," Urahara said softly as he and Tessai slowly lowered the bundle onto the mattress. Hanatarou and Orihime entered the room then, both looking grim.
Shuuhei craned his neck to get a better view but he was blocked by Tessai's large form. Based on the size of the bundle and the way Urahara was handling it, he guessed that it was a person. His heart skipped a beat at that thought—was someone hurt? Were they hit with another hollow attack? He wanted to ask what was going on, but a look at Urahara's knitted brow shut him up. Now was not the time to distract them.
Tessai gingerly unwrapped the bundle—now Shuuhei could tell that it was actually made up of several layers of shinigami robes. He gasped in shock when a piece of fabric landed on the mat with a wet thud. The cloth was stained with bright blood…a lot of it.
"How is he?" Shuuhei turned to see Ichigo standing at the doorway, his face pale and sweaty. His robes were in disarray and there were tears in several places. "Is he going to be okay?" Ichigo asked, his voice thick with worry.
"Hey…" Shuuhei said, feeling alarmed. "What's going on? Who's hurt?" To his dismay, he was completely ignored.
Tessai finished disrobing the prone figure, but damnit, his body was still blocking Shuuhei's view. Orihime knelt down on the other side and a pale orange shield appeared to cover the person. As the shield hummed, Tessai finally moved aside.
Red hair. Shuuhei's breath caught in his throat as he finally got a glimpse of the figure lying on the mattress. "No!" Forgetting his own wounds, Shuuhei lifted himself up. He felt his wound rip open and he fell to the floor with a cry of pain. "No no no!" Despite the immense pain, he dragged himself towards the other mattress. He felt wetness spread on his chest and knew that he was bleeding again, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was to get closer to Renji.
He felt strong arms grab hold of him suddenly. By instinct, he shrug off the arms but in his weakened state, he could not free himself.
"You're re-opening your wounds, Hisagi-san." Urahara's cool voice came from behind. The shopkeeper had a firm grip on Shuuhei's arms.
"Renji!" Shuuhei choked out. Straining against Urahara's hands, he pushed himself up. Then his breath stopped when he finally got a good look at the injured man.
Renji's eyes were closed, his fiery red mane loose around his head. His upper body was bare, his tattoos contrasted sharply with the unusually pale skin, and there was a large gash from his left shoulder all the way across to his right hip. The wound was so deep that Shuuhei could see torn muscle and bits of bone underneath. And then there was blood…so much blood!
When he felt like his chest was going to burst, Shuuhei remembered to breathe again, but he could only take in ragged gasps. His mind had gone completely blank; he was at a loss of what to say. He could only stare at the mangled body in front of him, unblinking. His eyes took in the sight but his brain refused to process it, refused to believe it.
"Nooo…no no no no!" When he was finally able to move his body, Shuuhei's head fell to the floor with a thud, and he pounded his right fist on the floor over and over again, repeating that single word like it was the word he knew.
With a soft hum, Orihime's healing shield expanded to include Hisagi. As he felt his pain lessen, Shuuhei raised his tear-stained face. "Is he…" he whispered to the orange-haired girl. "…dead?"
"Hisagi-kun, I can heal but I can't bring back the dead," Orihime gently reminded him. "He's very badly wounded, I'm trying my best…"
"Then heal him! Don't waste your energy on me! Please!" Shuuhei screamed. "Please! Save him!" His voice gave way to sobs at the end; his usually cool exterior had completely shattered. The 9th squad Vice Captain, who was always so composed, had completely lost control.
"Renji! What have I done? Oh god what have I done? All those things I said…oh god, oh god…" Shuuhei gasped, remembering his last conversation with Renji. Renji's wounded look, his sudden crumble of happiness, it all flashed in his mind and he fell limp on the floor. "Oh god, Renji, oh god…I didn't mean it! I didn't mean all that!" Hisagi rambled.
He kept on mumbling the same thing for a while. Then as his voice became hoarse, he whispered softly, "Why didn't I tell you…I should have told you…"
"Should have told me what?" A familiar voice rang from the door.

Renji had been standing at the door for the past few minutes.
He thought back of Rukia's odd expression when she took a call just as they entered the third dress store. After she hung up she had immediately dragged him out of the store, ignoring his protests and questions. He soon found himself back in Urahara's shop, and when he heard Shuuhei's screams his pulse quickened. No! Did Shuuhei get worse? In a panic he flash-stepped to the room and was immediately taken aback at the sight that greeted him.
He feet stayed rooted to the ground as he watched the raven-haired man cry out him name over and over again, his voice filled with so much pain that it shook Renji to the core. He had never seen the man so hysterical before. For a few minutes he just stared, not believing his eyes and ears. But when Shuuhei finally whispered those words, he couldn't help responding.
He saw Shuuhei stiffen then slowly turn around. The incredulous look on Shuuhei's face was priceless. Shuuhei simply stared at him, mouth gaping, then turned to stare at the prone body lying in front of him. His head went back and forth like that a few times before he finally uttered a very confused "What the hell?"
Renji had no idea what was going either. He noticed "himself" lying unconscious on a mattress only after seeing Shuuhei's reaction, and he was just as clueless. He subconsciously gave his own chest a pat, just to make sure that he was indeed alive and standing. But his confusion at the situation was completely overshadowed by his shock of seeing Shuuhei so distraught, apparently over him.
He walked over to Shuuhei and helped him up, gasping when he saw the bright blood stains on the bandages. "What the fuck!" Renji cried. Shuuhei looked up at Renji with heavy lids, looking as if he was going to pass out. After the initial shock and relief of seeing Renji alive and well, pain and exhaustion that had been temporarily forgotten now hit him like a ton of bricks.
Without them noticing, Orihime had fully focused her healing orange shield around Hisagi only. Hearing Renji's sudden outburst, she said in a soft voice, "Don't worry Renji-kun. He'll be fine."
Renji clutched Shuuhei to his chest. Different emotions churned in his gut, leaving him speechless and extremely confused. Did he really mean so much to this injured man? He looked down at the limp figure in his arms and realized that Shuuhei had fallen asleep, so he gently lowered the man onto the mattress. He stayed next to Shuuhei and patiently waited as Orihime worked her magic.

"Whose fucking bright idea was that?" Renji fumed. After making sure that Shuuhei would be alright, he stormed out to confront his friends about the whole situation. To his disbelief, he was told that the "him" that was lying in the room was actually his gigai. Someone had unleashed their artistic talents on the gigai, which was now ruined from the damage inflicted on it.
From the sideway glances and guilty looks, he could tell that Ichigo and Rukia must've been the masterminds. He glared at them in turn and watched as Rukia squirmed under his icy gaze. Even Kira looked uncomfortable; he was standing behind Ichigo and kept shifting his weight between his left and right foot.
"Well, we got him to spit it out, didn't we?" Ichigo said indignantly, his orange hair bobbed as he stuck out his chin. "The old fart would never had admitted it if we left it up to him!"
"That old fart literally just came back from the dead!" Renji yelled, poking Ichigo's chest so hard that the boy winced. "Were you trying to kill him?"
"Urahara said he was well enough that he could take it," Rukia piped up then turned to Urahara. "Neh!" Standing next to her, the shopkeeper gave a sly chuckle and hid his face behind his ever-present fan.
Renji groaned and buried his face in his right palm. Un-fucking-believable.

It was nearly midnight when Shuuhei finally came to. After finding out the truth behind this whole…scheme, Renji had been at his side the entire time, oblivious to his own hunger and thirst. When he saw Shuuhei's eyes flutter, his heart soared in relief.
"Renji?" Shuuhei's voice was hoarse.
"I'm here," Renji said, reaching out to touch Shuuhei's hand. This time, Shuuhei didn't pull away. Instead, he grasped the redhead's hand like a drowning man.
"I thought you were dead…" Shuuhei whispered.
"Then we're even," Renji replied with a smile. There was a few seconds of silence before he continued, "So…what did you want to tell me?"
Shuuhei's face immediately flushed in embarrassment. He turned his head away from Renji and draped his free arm over his eyes.
"Well? Do I have to die again?" Renji asked with a sigh.
Still turned away from Renji, Hisagi muttered something under his breath.
"What? I can't hear you, Shuuhei."
"I said I should have told you that…that I love you." Shuuhei repeated grudgingly. He kept his face turned to the side to avoid Renji's gaze. His face burned.
Renji gently grabbed Shuuhei's shoulder to turn him around. "Is that really so hard to say?" Renji asked softly.
Shuuhei looked up at the redhead. "I just wanted to…protect you."
"From what?" Renji laughed. "So you decided that tearing me apart and breaking my heart was a better option?" He immediately shut up after that, realizing that he probably shouldn't have teased Shuuhei about that. No doubt the raven-haired man was already blaming himself for his actions. "Uhh, I mean…umm…"
Smiling sadly, Shuuhei raised a hand to touch Renji's face. "I won't survive the war, Renji, I know it. I don't want to drag you into an emotional investment only to have your heart broken," he said softly while gazing intently into Renji's eyes. "Besides, I had no idea how you would feel about me, I didn't want to risk…losing our friendship…" His voice trailed off.
Renji wrapped his fingers around Shuuhei's hand and pressed it against his cheek. "Nobody knows if they're going to survive the war, Shuuhei. Hell, I'd probably die before you." He gave a dry chuckle. "But we're here now. Why should we suffer now when this could be our final moments in life?"
Hearing that, Shuuhei closed his eyes and sighed. That was what Kira had said when they had that conversation over dinner. He realized now that it was true, he wanted nothing more than to cherish whatever limited time they had before the war descended upon them. Why had he not think like this before? It wasn't until he saw Renji's bloodied body that he realized how much he would regret not telling Renji his true feelings before they parted.
Renji leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Shuuhei's closed eyelids. His lips lingered, then moved down to Shuuhei's lips. Shuuhei's eyes fluttered open in surprise, then he closed them again and allowed himself to melt into the kiss. His pulse quickened when he felt Renji's tongue trace his lower lips gently, as if he was asking permission to go further. He opened his mouth slightly, welcoming Renji's tongue. Shuuhei couldn't suppress a moan as the kiss deepened, and he felt heat slowly creep up his neck. After a while, Renji broke the kiss.
Shuuhei opened his eyes and found Renji looking intently at him. "Will you stay with me tonight?" Shuuhei asked, almost shyly. That earned him a playful punch on his shoulder.
"Tonight, and every night, Shuuhei."
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Till Death Do Us Part