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Prince and the Pauper
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,005
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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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.
Friend
Friend
Yoruichi didn’t bother to open her eyes to look up when she heard the familiar soft steps passing where she was seated overlooking the garden from one of the high balconies. Her friend often teased her that all the time she spent as a cat showed in her true form and her fondness for a high perch was one of them. That and Kisuke swore she was obsessed with cream for some reason.
“Ah back already? Not like you to make your points so quickly.”
Urahara just paused and chuckled. “I should know better than to think I can fool you.”
“Especially when you’re hardly trying.” She scolded in an even tone, gold eyes opening and glancing aside to her long time friend. When he settled on the spot beside her it was then that she noticed the normal little grin that appeared on his face was absent. Yoruichi was not what one would call the kindest or softest of women but she like any person had a heart, at that moment hers felt for her dear friend. “What’s the matter? There’s not way the brat got you like that even with his mouth.”
While anyone else would have missed it being little more than a soft urging by her tone it didn’t pass his attention, had known her far too long. “No it wasn’t him. If anything that might have helped my mood.”
“Byakuya was helpful? You didn’t threaten to finally use those pictures of him that you took-“
The blonde man had to smile at that but he shook his head to the negative. “No. I’m keeping those for when I really need them. I guess being here again has mixed feelings for me.” When he was neither slapped for being stupid or questioned Kisuke took that as the hint to explain. “They lifted my exile but that is really all they did. Anything they said to me was not heartfelt and in no way do they really want me to return here. You should know as well as anyone else Yoruichi that all they’ve done is written something on paper to make them look better.”
“You’re right.” And he was, as Kisuke had an aggravating tendency to be. As a member of a noble house she knew how important presentation was most often to these people, sentiment however was generally worthless to them outside of their own. Kisuke Urahara had always been something of an outsider; too smart, too young and too brash in his younger days though they could hardly be called a childhood.
“They don’t expect me to stay either.” Urahara said and looked out at the garden himself that same forlorn look on his face.
“Probably right again there.” Snorting a little though her annoyance was not placed on the person beside her in the least. Something she didn’t need to clarify with him either.
Stormy grey eyes closed slowly, the stiff body beside her relaxed before he spoke again this time in a much softer sort of voice, one someone would call coming out of that man vulnerable. “I missed it despite all that happened for so long. This place was as much of a home as I ever knew and I got to know it so well in the time I was here. I could remember everything so clearly and I would dream about it.” A gentle fond smile came to his face while his mind drifted to the memories in question that had caused him to long for this place despite the cruelty it had shown him. “Our old playground, the old koi pond that Shunsui fell into and caught pneumonia from, and even the Academy; those places have good memories.”
“Yeah I remember too.” Depressed her to listen to this kind of thing but well he wanted to talk so she had to listen of course.
“I want you to stay here.”
The words shocked her and Yoruichi stared at her friend with wide eyes. “What!”
A tiny smirk came to Kisuke’s lips and he opened his eyes to look over at her. “I said I want you to stay here. No reason for you to have to go back with me after all. You can help me to keep in contact with people here and you can always come visit.” Turned his head to really look at her for the biggest point he had to make. “Besides there’s someone here who needs you more than I do now. You left her once and I know you don’t want to again. I’m not going to make you make that choice.”
Despite herself she smiled because she knew what this was. The idiot was trying to make it up to her, having to leave that first time without being able to say goodbye. Turned into an almost feral smile after a second though and her hand came up and caught Urahara hard enough in the back of the head his hat went sailing away and over the balcony.
“What was that for?” He demanded and held his abused skull, fingers feeling through his hair for a bump that had to be there after that blow. “And you even knocked off my hat...”
“You shouldn’t say stupid things, thought I taught you better than that. As for the hat those things should all be burned.”
“You’re so cruel Yoruichi.”
“Yeah yeah…” Waved a hand disinterested in his whining and complaining as always, looking back out at the garden as some of the tension that had rested around them lifted.
“Thank you.” He muttered and let out a groan when he was slapped again.
“What did I tell you about saying stupid things?”
“Okay, okay just stop hitting me. That hurts you know. I put up with your abuse all these years the least you can do is learn to be a little gentle with me. I might not be made of glass but I can still break you know.”
Yoruichi smiled and tuned out the long winded complaint coming from the man beside her, after all this was the normal Kisuke she was talking to again. Man was hardly worth listening to when he whined like a grade schooler no matter what those history books called him.
“Who is going to get my hat?”
“Go get it yourself.”
AN: I hope that explains a little as to why Urahara seemed as OOC as he did in the first chapter.
A big thanks to Enslavement Thesis for the review! Always love feedback especially when I\'m pretty much playing everything by ear. As for the broken flow I\'m not entirely sure what you mean. I know I have a tendency to stick sentence fragments everywhere but I think that\'s mostly just part of my writing style. I really hope it doesn\'t keep you from enjoying the story but I\'ll try to be more aware of it.
Yoruichi didn’t bother to open her eyes to look up when she heard the familiar soft steps passing where she was seated overlooking the garden from one of the high balconies. Her friend often teased her that all the time she spent as a cat showed in her true form and her fondness for a high perch was one of them. That and Kisuke swore she was obsessed with cream for some reason.
“Ah back already? Not like you to make your points so quickly.”
Urahara just paused and chuckled. “I should know better than to think I can fool you.”
“Especially when you’re hardly trying.” She scolded in an even tone, gold eyes opening and glancing aside to her long time friend. When he settled on the spot beside her it was then that she noticed the normal little grin that appeared on his face was absent. Yoruichi was not what one would call the kindest or softest of women but she like any person had a heart, at that moment hers felt for her dear friend. “What’s the matter? There’s not way the brat got you like that even with his mouth.”
While anyone else would have missed it being little more than a soft urging by her tone it didn’t pass his attention, had known her far too long. “No it wasn’t him. If anything that might have helped my mood.”
“Byakuya was helpful? You didn’t threaten to finally use those pictures of him that you took-“
The blonde man had to smile at that but he shook his head to the negative. “No. I’m keeping those for when I really need them. I guess being here again has mixed feelings for me.” When he was neither slapped for being stupid or questioned Kisuke took that as the hint to explain. “They lifted my exile but that is really all they did. Anything they said to me was not heartfelt and in no way do they really want me to return here. You should know as well as anyone else Yoruichi that all they’ve done is written something on paper to make them look better.”
“You’re right.” And he was, as Kisuke had an aggravating tendency to be. As a member of a noble house she knew how important presentation was most often to these people, sentiment however was generally worthless to them outside of their own. Kisuke Urahara had always been something of an outsider; too smart, too young and too brash in his younger days though they could hardly be called a childhood.
“They don’t expect me to stay either.” Urahara said and looked out at the garden himself that same forlorn look on his face.
“Probably right again there.” Snorting a little though her annoyance was not placed on the person beside her in the least. Something she didn’t need to clarify with him either.
Stormy grey eyes closed slowly, the stiff body beside her relaxed before he spoke again this time in a much softer sort of voice, one someone would call coming out of that man vulnerable. “I missed it despite all that happened for so long. This place was as much of a home as I ever knew and I got to know it so well in the time I was here. I could remember everything so clearly and I would dream about it.” A gentle fond smile came to his face while his mind drifted to the memories in question that had caused him to long for this place despite the cruelty it had shown him. “Our old playground, the old koi pond that Shunsui fell into and caught pneumonia from, and even the Academy; those places have good memories.”
“Yeah I remember too.” Depressed her to listen to this kind of thing but well he wanted to talk so she had to listen of course.
“I want you to stay here.”
The words shocked her and Yoruichi stared at her friend with wide eyes. “What!”
A tiny smirk came to Kisuke’s lips and he opened his eyes to look over at her. “I said I want you to stay here. No reason for you to have to go back with me after all. You can help me to keep in contact with people here and you can always come visit.” Turned his head to really look at her for the biggest point he had to make. “Besides there’s someone here who needs you more than I do now. You left her once and I know you don’t want to again. I’m not going to make you make that choice.”
Despite herself she smiled because she knew what this was. The idiot was trying to make it up to her, having to leave that first time without being able to say goodbye. Turned into an almost feral smile after a second though and her hand came up and caught Urahara hard enough in the back of the head his hat went sailing away and over the balcony.
“What was that for?” He demanded and held his abused skull, fingers feeling through his hair for a bump that had to be there after that blow. “And you even knocked off my hat...”
“You shouldn’t say stupid things, thought I taught you better than that. As for the hat those things should all be burned.”
“You’re so cruel Yoruichi.”
“Yeah yeah…” Waved a hand disinterested in his whining and complaining as always, looking back out at the garden as some of the tension that had rested around them lifted.
“Thank you.” He muttered and let out a groan when he was slapped again.
“What did I tell you about saying stupid things?”
“Okay, okay just stop hitting me. That hurts you know. I put up with your abuse all these years the least you can do is learn to be a little gentle with me. I might not be made of glass but I can still break you know.”
Yoruichi smiled and tuned out the long winded complaint coming from the man beside her, after all this was the normal Kisuke she was talking to again. Man was hardly worth listening to when he whined like a grade schooler no matter what those history books called him.
“Who is going to get my hat?”
“Go get it yourself.”
AN: I hope that explains a little as to why Urahara seemed as OOC as he did in the first chapter.
A big thanks to Enslavement Thesis for the review! Always love feedback especially when I\'m pretty much playing everything by ear. As for the broken flow I\'m not entirely sure what you mean. I know I have a tendency to stick sentence fragments everywhere but I think that\'s mostly just part of my writing style. I really hope it doesn\'t keep you from enjoying the story but I\'ll try to be more aware of it.