Drabbles, Oneshots, Requests and Moar.

Observing from afar, without knowing the details of how Ishida thinks, the implications of Sado’s body language, it is difficult to understand. The usual hints of infatuation don't seem to be present; no lingering touches or desirous gazes.

Ishida, to say the least, secretly enjoys this confusion. He doesn’t purposely keep their relationship a secret, but he has never been the type to be overt about anything at all. Chad never bothered to discover anyone’s opinions about them, but damn if Ishida’s slightly smug attitude about it hasn’t rubbed off on him.

Sometimes Chad will insist on carrying Ishida around on his shoulders. In most cases it happens too quickly for Ishida to protest effectively, but he still tries. He would never willingly admit that he doesn’t mind being treated like a precious, small thing by his larger than life lover. Ishida is rapid, sharp, quick-thinking and wound up. It’s too exhausting to be that way all the time, and he doesn’t want to be. The simple fact is that no one radiates calm acceptance like Sado, and it affects Ishida deeply.

And like Chad’s grandfather, like Ichigo, Ishida is another person for whom Chad’s life is a shield. He would not tread upon the Quincy’s pride in battle lightly, but he would do it. He would not shelter his love from the world, but if Ishida ever desired such a thing, Chad would take on the world for him.

He knew the pride. The pride and love that drove you beyond logic to do what your heart, in reality a chaotic and powerful node that was not calm or cold at all like everyone else thought, demanded you pay in blood price. For satisfaction.

They both knew that however distant during the day, however detached they were in battle, how high the blood price would be if one of them were killed. A secret unspoken but known between them, and to no one else. The ground would become forever stained to satisfy their demand.

Molten earth ran thick through their bodies and bound them together more tightly than anyone suspected. Two auras crashed and melded together to form what Chad and Ishida were.

When this finally occurred to outsiders, what Inoue, Ichigo and Rukia and others had realized so quickly, they still doubted. What kind of love could there be love between two people of such little expression? How could they know, trust each other?

If one of the group feels generous, the curious person might find out, they might not. It doesn’t make much difference in the end what people think about your emotions, but maybe if they know… Maybe they can be just as happy. So maybe it will be Ishida callously telling or Chad carefully rumbling the answer, so that someone so unlucky as to not see their bond could learn.

When your lover never smiles to anyone else, the smallest, softest tugging at the corner of their lips is a declaration of the most fervent and loyal kind of love.