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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,533
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Bleach belongs to Kibo Tite I don't make any money from writing this.
Forgiven But Unforgotten
Author's Note:
A Hornisaki-ish drabble that takes place after my ‘Creature’ fic. Ichigo reflecting on what he’s done. I originally posted this elsewhere in a collection of drabbles, however since I'm working on another part for this I thought it'd be best to post it here too.
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When we first got back from the Seireitei I just wanted to protect you, to save you. You looked so fragile, so easily broken, even through that tough front you tried to put up in front of everyone. When I got to see your new skills on the battlefield, it just made me want you more. It seemed it would take a hell of a lot to kill you, and oddly enough that sorta comforted me. I think it’s because it made me feel like I wouldn’t have to worry about you dying so easily. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about another person I cared for dying.
But then those feelings I had of wanting to protect you grew twisted. I'm not even sure if I can blame my hollow for it this time. I mean I kinda wanted you too. I didn't think I'd ever act on what I wanted, but I still wanted you. Did he know that? Is that why he made me do it? He won't say whether or not it was completely him. The annoying bastard just says to figure something out for myself for once. I hope he drowns in my fucked up head world.
I wasn't supposed to lose control. That's why I trained with those idiotic vaizards.
Most importantly I wasn’t supposed to lose control around you, around anyone I loved. I mean how could I let myself do that to you?
I still see it in your ever weary eyes when you look at me, you keep searching for him. That horned creature that lurks just beyond your vision. You keep waiting for that other part of me to show up and make you relive your nightmares.
Even so, after everything that happened you still treat me as you did before. You still give that same sarcastic greeting that manages to make everything feel right again. You didn’t even flinch when I asked you how you were doing. Just gave a ‘Better then you, Kurosaki.’ and went back to sewing.
You’ve already forgiven me, haven’t you? Even I can tell that. But you’ll never forget that night, and I know that because I won’t be able to either.
A Hornisaki-ish drabble that takes place after my ‘Creature’ fic. Ichigo reflecting on what he’s done. I originally posted this elsewhere in a collection of drabbles, however since I'm working on another part for this I thought it'd be best to post it here too.
~~~~~~
When we first got back from the Seireitei I just wanted to protect you, to save you. You looked so fragile, so easily broken, even through that tough front you tried to put up in front of everyone. When I got to see your new skills on the battlefield, it just made me want you more. It seemed it would take a hell of a lot to kill you, and oddly enough that sorta comforted me. I think it’s because it made me feel like I wouldn’t have to worry about you dying so easily. I wouldn’t have to worry so much about another person I cared for dying.
But then those feelings I had of wanting to protect you grew twisted. I'm not even sure if I can blame my hollow for it this time. I mean I kinda wanted you too. I didn't think I'd ever act on what I wanted, but I still wanted you. Did he know that? Is that why he made me do it? He won't say whether or not it was completely him. The annoying bastard just says to figure something out for myself for once. I hope he drowns in my fucked up head world.
I wasn't supposed to lose control. That's why I trained with those idiotic vaizards.
Most importantly I wasn’t supposed to lose control around you, around anyone I loved. I mean how could I let myself do that to you?
I still see it in your ever weary eyes when you look at me, you keep searching for him. That horned creature that lurks just beyond your vision. You keep waiting for that other part of me to show up and make you relive your nightmares.
Even so, after everything that happened you still treat me as you did before. You still give that same sarcastic greeting that manages to make everything feel right again. You didn’t even flinch when I asked you how you were doing. Just gave a ‘Better then you, Kurosaki.’ and went back to sewing.
You’ve already forgiven me, haven’t you? Even I can tell that. But you’ll never forget that night, and I know that because I won’t be able to either.