Revelations | By : katami Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Neither of them would ever admit it. Neither of them would ever tell Ichigo. He thought it had been his word that had settled the matter of him and Kisuke being involved. But both Isshin and Kisuke knew better. Ichigo might have been insanely powerful and the crowned prince; but Isshin was king. If he hadn't given his blessing to the relationship all of Ichigo's bluster and bravado would have meant nothing.
It still surprised Kisuke that Isshin had allowed it, but the other man had shown up at his door late one evening, enigmatic smile in place. Kisuke had lead him inside and offered him tea, certain that Isshin had come to read him the riot act for being in Ichigo's bedroom the week before. But the other man had said nothing, just talked of trivial things, and Kisuke had begun to think that maybe Isshin hadn't sensed him fleeing his son's room. It would have been the first and luckiest break of his life - so of course it was not to be.
"You and Ichigo?" Isshin had murmured once the tea was poured, nearly making Kisuke drop his cup. He had held on though and managed only to badly slosh the tea.
"Me and Ichigo," he had confirmed softly, suddenly unable to meet his old friend's eyes, unable to bear seeing the condemnation that would be waiting there. He had known it was wrong from the start but...No use, in denying it, he had been weak. And when Ichigo had sealed their lips together in a blinding kiss on his return from Hueco Mundo he had been lost.
"He's been happier these last few months," murmured Isshin neutrally, surprising him. He had expected fire and brimstone, and Isshin's sword separating his head from his body - not contemplation over the improvements in Ichigo's temper. "He's going out more and his grades are up too. Your doing?"
Kisuke blushed and nodded. The grades had been his doing. Ichigo had started doing his homework at the shop and it wasn't like high school math was any sort of a challenge for him. It usually took mere minutes to help Ichigo sort out any difficulties he encountered. And he'd found Ichigo enjoyed history more with a few amusing anecdotes tossed in. Chemistry the redhead seemed to have learned on his own, maybe just to know when it was safe to approach him while he was in his workshop - although Tessai's policy on that had always been never.
"How long have we known each other, Kisuke?" Isshin's quiet voice cut across the pleasant memories of sitting at the table and helping Ichigo with his homework and made him spill his tea all over again.
"Twenty-two years in the spring," he murmured, abandoning the pretense of the tea as he wiped it up for a second time. He couldn't even hold the cup, his throat would probably close up if he actually got any in his mouth. And while choking to death would probably be less painful than the one Isshin had in mind for him, it was a rather ignoble way to go.
"Twenty-two years," repeated Isshin, his tone still reasonable, almost thoughtful. "And how long have you been fucking my son, Kisuke?"
The words snapped across him like a whip and Kisuke flinched. "Fifty-eight days," he whispered, grey eyes finally rising, filled with remorse and despair. Isshin caught his chin in his hand, holding his face still and studying him carefully, his dark eyes hard and solemn.
"You really love him, don't you, Kisuke?" the other man finally breathed, his voice filled with soft amusement and gentle wonder. Definitely not what he had been expecting, thought Kisuke, although whether the thought referred to Isshin or himself even he couldn't say.
"I...I don't know," he had admitted quietly, hating the tremble in his voice and the uncertainty in his answer, but it was the truth. He might have been a genius, but when it came to his own heart he made Ichigo look worldly. The other man had at least had the courage to admit what he wanted and purse it. He hadn't even had that.
Isshin snorted and smiled at him. "Dummy."
The other man finished his tea in amused silence and stood, his big goofy smile back on his face. When he had just sat there Isshin had hauled him to his feet and embraced him. "Welcome to the family, Kisuke. That means no more sneaking in the bedroom window; you can use the door like a normal person and say hello," announced Isshin, still grinning as Kisuke blinked owlishly at him.
This wasn't what he had expected. Where were the threats of bloodshed and violence if he didn't stop seeing Ichigo? Where were the recriminations and accusations of guilt? He stared at Isshin's bright face and felt dizzy, his knees going weak and nearly failing. Isshin caught him with another chuckle, helping to steady him.
"You needn't look so shocked, you know? It's hardly the first time a crowned prince has gone and fallen in love with someone totally unsuitable," laughed Isshin, clapping him on the back and strolling from the shop.
"Crowned prince?" he breathed, this time his knees really did give out and he sank to the floor in a heap. "Ichigo?" he asked the empty room, almost unable to believe it. Although it certainly explained a lot.
The only answer was Isshin's retreating laughter.
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