[fic] Staying Close
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shannys_cornerTitle: Staying Close
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kiyala
Word Count: 1211
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: PG
Warnings: boylove
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: written for theme #20 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30kisses - the road home
x-posted toishi_ichi, 30kisses and bleach_yaoi
The walk home is silent, broken by the quiet panting as they try to regain their breath. Ishida’s arm is soaked in blood and there are small cuts across Ichigo’s face, but neither of them seem very concerned with their wounds. Ishida looks around to cross the road and without saying anything, Ichigo follows him.
The Quincy gives him an odd look and he shrugs, “I’ll walk you home.”
There is a small frown, “I don’t need to be walked.”
“I know.”
Nothing more is exchanged and they continue to walk. Ichigo looks around, clearly unfamiliar with the surroundings, but Ishida seems to know where he is going, so that’s good enough.
“I’m not going to invite you into my house, if that is what you’re expecting.”
“I’m not.”
Black robes shuffle with the Shinigami’s steps, the hour of night late enough for the Quincy to feel as though the other boy could disappear into the darkness at any time. He realises that he’s staring at his battle partner and scowls, forcing his eyes away and staring at the road in front of him.
“You know, to most people, it looks like you’re walking by yourself.”
“I would be, if you hadn’t decided to follow me.”
“I’ll leave you alone if you want.”
There is no reply and Ichigo grins to himself as they continue to walk. Their breath is still heavier than normal and their legs are tired, but neither of them do anything about this. When they arrive at the Ishida’s house, the Quincy leans against the door and closes his eyes, no longer able to hide his fatigue. He turns his head to Ichigo and opens an eye, “Want to rest inside for a while?”
Managing a smirk, the redhead leans beside him, “I thought you said you weren’t going to invite me in?”
Scowling, Ishida closes his eyes again, “I’ll withdraw my offer if it makes you feel any better.”
Chuckling quietly, Ichigo wraps an arm loosely around the boy’s shoulder to help him stand.
“Aren’t you tired, Kurosaki? I’m sure you have better things to do than hold me up when I can do that perfectly well by myself.”
“If you insist,” Ichigo murmurs, letting go once the door is unlocked and the handle is turned.
Ishida tries to take a step forward, but his legs give way and he falls back into the Shinigami’s waiting arms. Instead of thanking the redhead, he scowls and struggles to get to his feet. He can’t, and to his great chagrin, Ichigo wraps his arms around the Quincy and carries him into the house. The door is shut by Ichigo’s foot and he inhales the scent of the other boy for a moment before craning his neck and looking into the half opened blue eyes.
“Where’s your bed?”
Murmuring something the redhead cannot hear, he points in the direction of a room and Ichigo walks into it, finding the mattress in the darkness and setting Ishida down onto it before turning the light on. He leans against the wall, as his weakness finally takes its toll on his body.
“Do you need to get cleaned up?” he whispers and Ishida makes a sound that means no. Ichigo frowns, “Your arms…”
“Stopped bleeding. Shut up and save your strength. Lie down.”
Ichigo turns to look over his shoulder, back in the direction he had come from. The sofa is a fair distance in this state.
“I mean here, idiot,” Ishida mutters, rolling over to give the other boy some space on the bed. Ichigo only hesitates for a moment.
“Thanks.”
Ishida doesn’t reply, and they both quickly fall asleep.
*
When Ishida wakes up, he finds that there is an arm wrapped around his waist, and that his hands are resting on it. He feels a pair of legs behind his, and breath on his neck. He quickly realises that Ichigo is holding him close in his sleep and this makes him feel very uncomfortable, blood rushing to his cheeks to give him a bright blush that he is glad that the other boy is not awake to see. He wants to move away, but doesn’t want to wake Ichigo, so after some half-hearted struggling, he decides to stay there.
After a few minutes, he realises that he is absently stroking Ichigo’s arm. He immediately stops and his cheeks darken with a blush again. He sighs and then freezes when Ichigo shifts in his sleep. He hears the redhead mumble something and he finds that he is being held tighter, with Ichigo’s forehead resting against the back of his neck. He hates to admit it, but he knows that he enjoys being this close to the Shinigami. He only then realises that the sleeve of the black Shinigami robes had been pushed up to Ichigo’s elbow and he carefully slides it back down, marveling at the soft feel to the material. He hesitates for a moment before slipping his arm into the large sleeve and holding onto Ichigo’s arm.
“Wish you’d at least let me turn around,” he murmurs to the sleeping boy, feeling brave at the knowledge that the other won’t actually hear his words, “I’d love to watch you in your sleep… see you peaceful and relaxed. Although, I guess I’ll never have a chance to even sleep in the same bed as you again after you wake up… I guess we’ll just go back to normal, won’t we? You’ll be Kurosaki, the Shinigami that Ishida hates. And I’ll be Ishida, the silent one who… who never tells people how he really feels.”
There is a silence for a long moment and Ishida closes his eyes and sighs. “What I feel, Kurosaki… for you… I don’t know if I can call it love, but it’s strong enough for me to know that I really shouldn’t be feeling it. I don’t want to tell you anything, because I’m afraid it’ll push you away and that’s the last thing I want to do… but even if it’s not love, it’s something strong and…”
He gives Ichigo’s arm a gentle squeeze and a faint smile spreads across his lips, “I like being close to you, like this.”
“Me too,” he hears and he goes still. He hears Ichigo chuckle and loosen his hold on him to turn him around. Ishida’s eyes are wide and afraid, and Ichigo runs his thumb across his cheek, “I woke up before you did. I was pretending to be asleep because I knew that when we woke up, we’d move away from each other. I wanted to stay close.”
Ichigo’s eyes are half lidded and he has a small smile. Ishida wonders if this is the real Kurosaki Ichigo for a moment, but when the pink lips move closer to his and kiss him gently, he stops thinking. He returns the kiss, his arm coming up to wrap around Ichigo’s shoulder and when they break the kiss, they are both panting lightly. Ichigo presses his lips lightly against Ishida’s again before wrapping his arm around him and holding him close.
“Mind if we stay close for a bit longer?”
Holding onto the front of the Shinigami robes, Ishida closes his eyes and smiles, “Not at all.”
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 1211
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo / Ishida Uryuu
Rating: PG
Warnings: boylove
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach
Notes: written for theme #20 of
30kisses - the road homex-posted to
ishi_ichi, 30kisses and bleach_yaoi The walk home is silent, broken by the quiet panting as they try to regain their breath. Ishida’s arm is soaked in blood and there are small cuts across Ichigo’s face, but neither of them seem very concerned with their wounds. Ishida looks around to cross the road and without saying anything, Ichigo follows him.
The Quincy gives him an odd look and he shrugs, “I’ll walk you home.”
There is a small frown, “I don’t need to be walked.”
“I know.”
Nothing more is exchanged and they continue to walk. Ichigo looks around, clearly unfamiliar with the surroundings, but Ishida seems to know where he is going, so that’s good enough.
“I’m not going to invite you into my house, if that is what you’re expecting.”
“I’m not.”
Black robes shuffle with the Shinigami’s steps, the hour of night late enough for the Quincy to feel as though the other boy could disappear into the darkness at any time. He realises that he’s staring at his battle partner and scowls, forcing his eyes away and staring at the road in front of him.
“You know, to most people, it looks like you’re walking by yourself.”
“I would be, if you hadn’t decided to follow me.”
“I’ll leave you alone if you want.”
There is no reply and Ichigo grins to himself as they continue to walk. Their breath is still heavier than normal and their legs are tired, but neither of them do anything about this. When they arrive at the Ishida’s house, the Quincy leans against the door and closes his eyes, no longer able to hide his fatigue. He turns his head to Ichigo and opens an eye, “Want to rest inside for a while?”
Managing a smirk, the redhead leans beside him, “I thought you said you weren’t going to invite me in?”
Scowling, Ishida closes his eyes again, “I’ll withdraw my offer if it makes you feel any better.”
Chuckling quietly, Ichigo wraps an arm loosely around the boy’s shoulder to help him stand.
“Aren’t you tired, Kurosaki? I’m sure you have better things to do than hold me up when I can do that perfectly well by myself.”
“If you insist,” Ichigo murmurs, letting go once the door is unlocked and the handle is turned.
Ishida tries to take a step forward, but his legs give way and he falls back into the Shinigami’s waiting arms. Instead of thanking the redhead, he scowls and struggles to get to his feet. He can’t, and to his great chagrin, Ichigo wraps his arms around the Quincy and carries him into the house. The door is shut by Ichigo’s foot and he inhales the scent of the other boy for a moment before craning his neck and looking into the half opened blue eyes.
“Where’s your bed?”
Murmuring something the redhead cannot hear, he points in the direction of a room and Ichigo walks into it, finding the mattress in the darkness and setting Ishida down onto it before turning the light on. He leans against the wall, as his weakness finally takes its toll on his body.
“Do you need to get cleaned up?” he whispers and Ishida makes a sound that means no. Ichigo frowns, “Your arms…”
“Stopped bleeding. Shut up and save your strength. Lie down.”
Ichigo turns to look over his shoulder, back in the direction he had come from. The sofa is a fair distance in this state.
“I mean here, idiot,” Ishida mutters, rolling over to give the other boy some space on the bed. Ichigo only hesitates for a moment.
“Thanks.”
Ishida doesn’t reply, and they both quickly fall asleep.
When Ishida wakes up, he finds that there is an arm wrapped around his waist, and that his hands are resting on it. He feels a pair of legs behind his, and breath on his neck. He quickly realises that Ichigo is holding him close in his sleep and this makes him feel very uncomfortable, blood rushing to his cheeks to give him a bright blush that he is glad that the other boy is not awake to see. He wants to move away, but doesn’t want to wake Ichigo, so after some half-hearted struggling, he decides to stay there.
After a few minutes, he realises that he is absently stroking Ichigo’s arm. He immediately stops and his cheeks darken with a blush again. He sighs and then freezes when Ichigo shifts in his sleep. He hears the redhead mumble something and he finds that he is being held tighter, with Ichigo’s forehead resting against the back of his neck. He hates to admit it, but he knows that he enjoys being this close to the Shinigami. He only then realises that the sleeve of the black Shinigami robes had been pushed up to Ichigo’s elbow and he carefully slides it back down, marveling at the soft feel to the material. He hesitates for a moment before slipping his arm into the large sleeve and holding onto Ichigo’s arm.
“Wish you’d at least let me turn around,” he murmurs to the sleeping boy, feeling brave at the knowledge that the other won’t actually hear his words, “I’d love to watch you in your sleep… see you peaceful and relaxed. Although, I guess I’ll never have a chance to even sleep in the same bed as you again after you wake up… I guess we’ll just go back to normal, won’t we? You’ll be Kurosaki, the Shinigami that Ishida hates. And I’ll be Ishida, the silent one who… who never tells people how he really feels.”
There is a silence for a long moment and Ishida closes his eyes and sighs. “What I feel, Kurosaki… for you… I don’t know if I can call it love, but it’s strong enough for me to know that I really shouldn’t be feeling it. I don’t want to tell you anything, because I’m afraid it’ll push you away and that’s the last thing I want to do… but even if it’s not love, it’s something strong and…”
He gives Ichigo’s arm a gentle squeeze and a faint smile spreads across his lips, “I like being close to you, like this.”
“Me too,” he hears and he goes still. He hears Ichigo chuckle and loosen his hold on him to turn him around. Ishida’s eyes are wide and afraid, and Ichigo runs his thumb across his cheek, “I woke up before you did. I was pretending to be asleep because I knew that when we woke up, we’d move away from each other. I wanted to stay close.”
Ichigo’s eyes are half lidded and he has a small smile. Ishida wonders if this is the real Kurosaki Ichigo for a moment, but when the pink lips move closer to his and kiss him gently, he stops thinking. He returns the kiss, his arm coming up to wrap around Ichigo’s shoulder and when they break the kiss, they are both panting lightly. Ichigo presses his lips lightly against Ishida’s again before wrapping his arm around him and holding him close.
“Mind if we stay close for a bit longer?”
Holding onto the front of the Shinigami robes, Ishida closes his eyes and smiles, “Not at all.”
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Date: 2006-11-19 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 01:29 pm (UTC)And I’ll be Ishida, the silent one who… who never tells people how he really feels. =
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Date: 2006-11-19 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-19 02:31 pm (UTC)Omg, there are just too many beautiful lines in this one, I can't choose one to quote! xD So I'll just say this (to me) is your most beautifully written fic so far. From beginning to end, everything was so breathtaking, and they were very much in character!
Ah, I could just go on and on, rambling like this. But it's just because I love this fic too much. :'D ♥~~
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Date: 2006-11-19 02:32 pm (UTC)What a lovely scene! Sneaky Ichigo is great.
No surprise here, but I'm a sucker for 'accidental snuggling'. :) Good for breaking down barriers!
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Date: 2006-11-20 12:08 am (UTC)I loved it, I loved everything!!!!!
awe...
Date: 2006-11-20 01:30 am (UTC)I am still smileing.. lol awesome work!!
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Date: 2006-11-29 04:50 pm (UTC)<3
I've been standing at the edge of the Bleach fandom for about a month now, but I'm glad I read this. I think it's time to jump in. :)
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Date: 2006-11-29 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-16 09:23 pm (UTC)*is only a puddle of fangirl pudding now*