Little Nothings
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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3,209
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1
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chapter 4
4 A.M.
It’s four in the morning. I know that I shouldn’t be out here but I am drawn. The sounds of the river are soothing, bad memories aside. Only the occasional car to disturb my peace. The dark makes me feel alone and lonely but sometimes that is all that I need. Being near people who know you well is draining, when all you want is a moment to yourself. So, I sit here by the river night after night.
(weeks later)
I don’t notice him at first. I have never really been good at sensing others. He would stand there and watch, a silent sentinel. In the beginning, I was wary. Did he come to fight? When nothing happened, I became angry. This was my place! I came here to get away. What right did he have to intrude?!
(months later right before the final battle)
It’s 4 A.M. once more. The anger has faded, and he no longer just stands there. Now, he sits next to me, a silent companion. We may be warring, he may be my enemy, but our unspoken truce for this time is held sacred. Tonight, I look at him, really look. His brown hair, dark eyes and an open face he rarely shows to anyone. Tonight, he seems to really look at me.
With the dawn, we will be enemies once more. With the dawn our truce comes to an end. But for a few moments, we look into each others eyes and see a wealth of unspoken thought. For a few moments, we can see what can never be. We lean into each other, our lips meet.
It is now 5 A.M. and daylight is not far off. It is time. We will never see each other again. Before the dawn, we had our first and last kiss. Unspoken between us our goodbyes. As I watch Aizen leave, a single tear falls from my eyes, the last and only acknowledgement of things that could have been.
It’s four in the morning. I know that I shouldn’t be out here but I am drawn. The sounds of the river are soothing, bad memories aside. Only the occasional car to disturb my peace. The dark makes me feel alone and lonely but sometimes that is all that I need. Being near people who know you well is draining, when all you want is a moment to yourself. So, I sit here by the river night after night.
(weeks later)
I don’t notice him at first. I have never really been good at sensing others. He would stand there and watch, a silent sentinel. In the beginning, I was wary. Did he come to fight? When nothing happened, I became angry. This was my place! I came here to get away. What right did he have to intrude?!
(months later right before the final battle)
It’s 4 A.M. once more. The anger has faded, and he no longer just stands there. Now, he sits next to me, a silent companion. We may be warring, he may be my enemy, but our unspoken truce for this time is held sacred. Tonight, I look at him, really look. His brown hair, dark eyes and an open face he rarely shows to anyone. Tonight, he seems to really look at me.
With the dawn, we will be enemies once more. With the dawn our truce comes to an end. But for a few moments, we look into each others eyes and see a wealth of unspoken thought. For a few moments, we can see what can never be. We lean into each other, our lips meet.
It is now 5 A.M. and daylight is not far off. It is time. We will never see each other again. Before the dawn, we had our first and last kiss. Unspoken between us our goodbyes. As I watch Aizen leave, a single tear falls from my eyes, the last and only acknowledgement of things that could have been.