Mistletoe Kisses
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,604
Reviews:
11
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.
What Could've Been
I have absolutely no idea where this came from o_O it was supposed to be a crack piece, it ended up quite strange.
And now for a fun fact: today (December 31st) is Urahara Keisuke's birthday and I had no idea when I started writing this, AH the wonderful world of coincidence>.<
As usual enjoy and don't be shy, leave your thoughts, corrections and/or suggestions.
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WHAT COULD’VE BEEN
Byakuya sighed in discomfort. He was tired from a strenuous mission, his reiatsu was as thin and weak as it had been on very few occasions and he was feeling weary of Renji’s delay. Furthermore the man standing in from of him seemed determined to wear out the rest of his strength with talk. For all that was sacred, couldn’t the man just SHUT UP!?
He’d been yapping non stop since Byakuya gotten here. About these exercises and Arrancar fighting. About his new inventions, that, he was convinced, would empower the shinigami in the task of defeating Aizen and his minions, if allowed to be put to use. About his views on the Spirit world, the Real world and the relations between them. He mentioned everything that came to his extremely bright mind, no filter between it and his mouth, Byakuya was certain.
Taking a pause in his tirade to brew some tea, gave Byakuya a chance to rest and observe the shop he was currently in. His eyes wondered the odd objects and fixed on a plant placed slightly left from his head – mistletoe, the shrub Renji had talked about; this time the berries were white, not resembling his Fukutaichou red mane but more similar to the owner’s own light blond hair; Byakuya pondered on the coincidence as the man returned with the tea.
Years before and the chance to kiss this man would’ve seem, to the dark-haired shinigami, as a gift from god himself. Now a certain red-haired, tattooed and with a grin to die for, Fukutaichou owned pretty much everything of Kuchiki Byakuya, not that Byakuya would let him know this anytime soon but still it was the truth.
Not postponing the task further, he raised from his sitting position, his legs almost rigid from all the time he’d been there, just seated, and made his way to the former Taichou.
“It’s mistletoe.” he pointed to the plant above their heads “one is suppose to kiss when under it.” he leaned closer.
The other man watched him move closer, surprise on his face, but didn’t deny the offered lips.
They kissed.
It was an awkward moment, it had immense potential but something was holding them back.
Noises and commotion in the front of the store, and some kid yelling something about a freeloader drove them apart.
The green clad man grinned “Abarai-kun has you well behaved, Kuchiki-san!”
December2007©MarinLiliz
And now for a fun fact: today (December 31st) is Urahara Keisuke's birthday and I had no idea when I started writing this, AH the wonderful world of coincidence>.<
As usual enjoy and don't be shy, leave your thoughts, corrections and/or suggestions.
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WHAT COULD’VE BEEN
Byakuya sighed in discomfort. He was tired from a strenuous mission, his reiatsu was as thin and weak as it had been on very few occasions and he was feeling weary of Renji’s delay. Furthermore the man standing in from of him seemed determined to wear out the rest of his strength with talk. For all that was sacred, couldn’t the man just SHUT UP!?
He’d been yapping non stop since Byakuya gotten here. About these exercises and Arrancar fighting. About his new inventions, that, he was convinced, would empower the shinigami in the task of defeating Aizen and his minions, if allowed to be put to use. About his views on the Spirit world, the Real world and the relations between them. He mentioned everything that came to his extremely bright mind, no filter between it and his mouth, Byakuya was certain.
Taking a pause in his tirade to brew some tea, gave Byakuya a chance to rest and observe the shop he was currently in. His eyes wondered the odd objects and fixed on a plant placed slightly left from his head – mistletoe, the shrub Renji had talked about; this time the berries were white, not resembling his Fukutaichou red mane but more similar to the owner’s own light blond hair; Byakuya pondered on the coincidence as the man returned with the tea.
Years before and the chance to kiss this man would’ve seem, to the dark-haired shinigami, as a gift from god himself. Now a certain red-haired, tattooed and with a grin to die for, Fukutaichou owned pretty much everything of Kuchiki Byakuya, not that Byakuya would let him know this anytime soon but still it was the truth.
Not postponing the task further, he raised from his sitting position, his legs almost rigid from all the time he’d been there, just seated, and made his way to the former Taichou.
“It’s mistletoe.” he pointed to the plant above their heads “one is suppose to kiss when under it.” he leaned closer.
The other man watched him move closer, surprise on his face, but didn’t deny the offered lips.
They kissed.
It was an awkward moment, it had immense potential but something was holding them back.
Noises and commotion in the front of the store, and some kid yelling something about a freeloader drove them apart.
The green clad man grinned “Abarai-kun has you well behaved, Kuchiki-san!”
December2007©MarinLiliz