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Home/Where The Heart Is
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,054
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Where The Heart Is
Written from Renji's POV.
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Renji lent against the shingled wall, the shelter it provided close to nothing when faced with the wind whipped rain that rippled across the once dusty road. Water dripped from the ends of his vibrant hair, trailing down his neck and under his sodden uniform. He hadn’t exactly been trying to stay out of Shuuhei’s sight and it was a measure of the other’s mood that he hadn’t even noticed his arrival, or sensed the brush of his reiatsu.
He was probably the only person that could have found Shuuhei here. While others could have guessed that he would come to the 69th district, might have thought to look for him when the much reduced daily roster found him missing, it was only Renji who had been to this nondescript patched and painted house before.
As much as he had tried to keep it from his friend, he had never really understood Shuuhei's fixation with this place. Yes, he could understand his distress at seeing what amounted to the destruction of one of Soul Society’s districts. No soul in Seireitei, or Rukongai, had escaped the pain of what had been found here when the battle was over. But despite all that, he couldn’t understand why Shuuhei's resolve was breaking now? They had fought Aizen for months before this one last push, seen friends and allies torn from their side and found the resolve to fight again. He didn’t understand, as much as he tried, why this one town of men and women Shuuhei had never met had ripped into him like no blade had ever done?
A flick of silver caught his eye and his frustration jerked to concern. Pushing away from the wall he made his way to the porch. Following his friend’s gaze he crouched in the mud and grass before him. Slowly, silently, one finger at a time, he uncurled Shuuhei’s hands from his Zanpakutou, placing it back by his side. Taking each hand in his, he turned the palms upward, and pressed a kiss to the blooded skin.
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I wrote these drabbles after wondering how Shuuhei and Renji might relate to the idea of Home. I would love to hear if anyone has any thoughts on the idea, or on what I came up with XD
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Renji lent against the shingled wall, the shelter it provided close to nothing when faced with the wind whipped rain that rippled across the once dusty road. Water dripped from the ends of his vibrant hair, trailing down his neck and under his sodden uniform. He hadn’t exactly been trying to stay out of Shuuhei’s sight and it was a measure of the other’s mood that he hadn’t even noticed his arrival, or sensed the brush of his reiatsu.
He was probably the only person that could have found Shuuhei here. While others could have guessed that he would come to the 69th district, might have thought to look for him when the much reduced daily roster found him missing, it was only Renji who had been to this nondescript patched and painted house before.
As much as he had tried to keep it from his friend, he had never really understood Shuuhei's fixation with this place. Yes, he could understand his distress at seeing what amounted to the destruction of one of Soul Society’s districts. No soul in Seireitei, or Rukongai, had escaped the pain of what had been found here when the battle was over. But despite all that, he couldn’t understand why Shuuhei's resolve was breaking now? They had fought Aizen for months before this one last push, seen friends and allies torn from their side and found the resolve to fight again. He didn’t understand, as much as he tried, why this one town of men and women Shuuhei had never met had ripped into him like no blade had ever done?
A flick of silver caught his eye and his frustration jerked to concern. Pushing away from the wall he made his way to the porch. Following his friend’s gaze he crouched in the mud and grass before him. Slowly, silently, one finger at a time, he uncurled Shuuhei’s hands from his Zanpakutou, placing it back by his side. Taking each hand in his, he turned the palms upward, and pressed a kiss to the blooded skin.
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I wrote these drabbles after wondering how Shuuhei and Renji might relate to the idea of Home. I would love to hear if anyone has any thoughts on the idea, or on what I came up with XD