Unrequited love

Toushirou stood in the doorway, hair tousled, cum drying in white smears over his chest and stomach. In one hand, an empty sake bottle was clutched, Kira had seen many things from his friends and loved ones but he had never imagined he might one day be seeing Hitsugaya taichou in such a state. He glanced to Matsumoto who was having an even harder time taking in the sight of her captain and he was sure that the woman had seen far more than he himself had. He wondered if Matsumoto would give the report or if he would have to, seeing as she was too preoccupied with gaping at the teen...

Kira cleared his throat and took out a scrap of parchment upon which the information had been written. He read from it, “At five o’clock this evening, seventeen hundred hours…the suspect was caught in Rukongai district 80 after reports of a child screaming were delivered to the court of pure souls. The man, who has given his name as Freddie, was caught in the act of raping a small, prepubescent boy. He is now in a detention cell at the tenth squad.”

Shocked, Shirou grasped the door frame trying to process this and keep his feet at the same time. He didn’t see Gin behind him listening in. He had put his clothes back on and looked a good deal more clean and put together than Toushirou did. However at the news Kira had delivered, Gin felt as if he were falling apart. How did they catch someone who didn’t exist? Not only did they catch someone who didn’t exist they had captured a man in the act of committing a similar crime as to what Shirou thought had happened to him. He felt ill.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Shirou muttered clutching his stomach echoing Gin’s very thoughts. However, unlike Gin, Shirou hadn’t been voicing a fear. He bent over and retched. Kira and Matsumoto leapt back not wanting the sick to splash over their tabi or hakama. Kira, being a Japanese man was quite used to the sight and smell of vomit seeing as most Japanese men drank until they ralfed. However, it didn’t stop him from being disgusted by it and it sure as hell didn’t keep him from backing far far from Toushirou.

“Hisugaya taichou,” Gin said coming forward to stroke Shirou’s back, comforting him. He grimaced and wanted to step back too but seeing as the other two weren’t helping…the smell of it was making his stomach turn. Shirou gave one more heave and brought up the last of his stomach’s contents upon his front stairs. Gin was there to catch the other as he wavered on his feet nearly toppling over.

“How much did he have to drink?” Matsumoto mumbled clutching her nose against the stench that now pervaded the air.

“One too many,” Gin grumbled picking Shirou up wishing he could slam the door in the two’s faces. They were no help, “Now if you have more to report, come in or you can go away.” He snapped carrying the small taichou further back into the house and up the stairs. He was going to lay Shirou down in bed where he could rest and sleep it off.

“Sorry Gin,” He mumbled, clutching at the other’s uniform, he still felt ill but he knew there was nothing left in him to throw up so he didn’t protest Gin taking him to bed. When he was set down on his mussed futon he sighed, his head finally stopping its spinning.

“No, its okay,” He said putting a plump pillow under Shirou’s head, pulling the comforter up over the other. He may not feel it but he knew it was chilly and he didn’t want his new friend to catch his death of cold. He heard the door open and close behind him and looked back at Kira and Matsumoto who seemed to have decided to come in after all.

“Don’t make him upset,” Gin ordered being unusually strict. “If I hear him shed one tear, I’ll throw the two of you out on your asses. Understand me?” When he got a nod from Kira and Matsumoto both he left deciding there were things that needed to be cleaned up. First he needed to wash off the mess on the stoop. He didn’t want to but he was sure Shirou would appreciate him if he did, besides that, sooner or later he’d have to leave and he didn’t want to have to jump over a puddle of sick on his way out.

Going to the bathroom he looked around for a bucket or a bath bin or something that he could fill with water to wash away the mess outside. He found an old wooden bucket and filled it up at the utility sink that was in the laundry room he had found. Carrying it out to the front steps he carefully poured the water over it trying not to make a bigger mess by splashing the water everywhere; after a few more buckets of water there didn’t even appear as if there had been an accident on the front stairs, “There.” He mumbled whipping the sweat from his brow. His drunkenness was quickly wearing off and his head was starting to pound, his stomach forming a sickening knot somewhere in his middle. It didn’t help that he had just had to clean up vomit.

Next Gin moved onto the sitting room, grimacing as the smell of sake and sex slapped him in the face. This was going to be harder to clean up. First he tried to pick up the game bits that lay scattered across the floor. The board was okay he folded it up and put it into the wooden box. Next the cards...most of which were soaked and soggy with the liquor, these he lay out on the table to dry. He left the room again looking for an old rag to clean up the sake that hadn’t yet soaked into the tatami mat. He found what he was looking for under the utility sink.

He took a hand full, one he put into the wooden bucket with some water the others he kept dry. He took the things to the sitting room placing them on the table. He took out the sopping wet rag and threw it down on the tatami getting it good and wet. He took the dry rag and started to mop up the wetness trying to get it out of the tatami. He was sure that he would never be able to get it all up the room was going to forever smell like sake and old sex. After sopping up the sake mess he moved onto the dried cum that stained the tatami mat. There was no changing that, no matter how many times he scrubbed it. He got it wet and wiped it up at least.

When he was done trying to clean the tatami mats with the water he tried some tatami mat cleaner he had found in the laundry room. He sprayed the whole room down with it as it said to do in the instructions and waited, letting it sink in. He then took another dry cloth and ran it over the floor. It looked better, loads better and the smell was okay but he was sure that was just because he had been in here and his nose had just gotten used to the odor of sake. Taking the bucket outside through the back door he dumped it out then hung the clothes up to dry on the laundry line that Shirou seemed to use for such things.

Going in he washed his hands in the kitchen glancing around trying to find the tea kettle. He found it near the stove and opened it seeing the old tea bags in there. They would do for a weak cup or two but Shirou and he needed some strong green tea. He took them out and threw them into a plastic bag that Shirou was apparently using for his raw waste. He searched around and quickly found the green tea bags. They were a really good brand, Gin almost felt bad about wasting the last few he had thrown out. He dumped the tea bags into the tea kettle and filled it with water from the tap and put it on to boil, his head positively killing him. Why had he let Shirou talk him into drinking so damned much sake?

He sighed and went to lay down in the sitting room the smell of the cleaner not helping his throbbing head. He threw an arm over his eyes and waited for the kettle’s water to start to boil. He knew it didn’t take long, only a minute or two but he wanted the tea to really be strong so he let it boil for a good five to ten minutes before he got up again. He dug through the cabinets and found two matching cups and poured a copious amount of green tea into them. Setting the kettle aside he took the tea upstairs.

“I told you…” He heard Shirou nearly growl, “I don’t want to talk about what happened last night, now leave me alone. I’m not feeling well.”

“But taichou…” That was Matsumoto’s voice. “If we don’t have proof that he’s attacked someone of importance we can’t keep him in custody and…from what we understand of his crimes, he isn’t a thief so…”

Gin came into the room trying not to explode at the dumb bitch who was still pressing her taichou. With how rotten his head felt he had reason to wring the two’s necks, instead he put on a pleasant smile as he set the two cups down next to Shirou’s futon. “Didn’t I tell you two not to make him upset?” He handed one of the cups to Shirou when the teen sat up, “Drink this, it’ll make you feel better.”

Ah green tea, the oldest and best cure for a hangover in the world. Gin started to sip his making a face at just how strong the flavor was. After he had some of his green tea he’d throw the two out bodily if need be, but for the time being, “What the hell are you pestering him about anyways?” He turned his gaze onto Kira who seemed to look the most uncomfortable by Gin’s telling off. If he pressed the blond, Gin was sure he could get the whole story without any convenient ‘omissions’.

“Well you see…” Kira started but Matsumoto cut over him.

“Gin, that bastard we arrested is a child molester!” She invested the words ‘child molester’ with heavy scorn, “Now we both know what a person like him would be doing in Toushirou’s house…but we can’t convict that ass for anything if Hitsugaya t.aichou isn’t willing to give a statement as to what the other was doing in his house.” So Matsumoto was appealing to Gin, now was she? He frowned and set his tea cup down and glanced to Toushirou.

“That isn’t my story to tell and I will not utter a word unless Hitsugaya han gives me permission.” If these two nim-rods weren’t going to consider Shirou’s feelings, he was and he knew that what had happened to Shirou was not something he wanted to talk about. Not before he had gotten drunk and not now when he was starting to sober up and feel like shit.

“What time is it,” Shirou mumbled reaching for a wind up clock. He glanced at it and saw that it was only six at night…he had thought it was much latter, so had Gin who started a bit when he saw what time it was. “Don’t you two have work to do?” Shirou usually didn’t come home from work until seven or eight at night.

“This is our work, we’ve been re-assigned to this case.” Kira said, “We were worried when we heard what happened and if Ichimaru taichou is taking an interest in this case, so is the rest of the third squad.” Matsumoto said almost the same thing, leaning forward so Gin got a good look of her endowment. He ignored it reminding himself that she was nothing more than a cheap whore who thought she could get her way if she flashed her tits.

“Hitsugaya han…do you want to tell them? I think it would be a good idea…then this pervert will never hurt another boy…” he had taken up sipping his green tea again needing it to hide the twisted look he was sure had appeared on his face. The man didn’t exist how had they found the guy? The circular logic of the argument only made Gin’s head hurt worst so he pushed it aside. If he were a child molester, no matter who had actually hurt Shirou…the bastard needed to be locked up and he wouldn’t be if Shirou didn’t claim he had perpetrated the attack.

Shirou was silent for a long time before he nodded reaching out to take Gin’s hand without thought of what that action might speak to the two others in the room. “Tell them Gin, I…I can’t say it.” Gin moved closer, putting an arm around the other’s shoulder knowing it was just about the only thing he could do in a situation like this. Give his support and love.

Gin sighed and started with the story that Shirou had told him inbetween racking sobs on the way to the hospital. He knew some parts of what Shirou had said were inaccurate but only because he was there and knew just what had happened. “He woke up this morning because the sun was shining in his eyes. When he woke up he noticed a weird taste in his mouth then that there was something dry on his face.” He noticed Kira taking notes on what he was saying out of the corner of his eye and wished he could take the brush and the ink block from the fukutaichou and throw it out the window and scream at the top of his lungs that it was HIM! HE had done it! He took a shudder breath resisting the urge ruefully, he may not have raped Shirou but who knows what little kid he had hurt and just because that kid wasn’t a shinigami they weren’t going to punish him. He told himself that he was doing the right thing. Toushirou had started to cry in his arms and he squeezed him, “When he realized what it was he sort of panicked and went to the bath house down the road to wash up wanting to scrub every inch of himself off just in case that creep had touched him there.”

Kira nodded, looking over his notes, “So you don’t think he actually…penetrated…you, sir?” It was a delicate question and Kira had not asked it in a sensitive tone of voice. It made Toushirou weep harder, “I took him to the hospital and they didn’t find damage. If you want to know the results of Hitsugaya han’s exam you can talk to Unahana. I’m not going to discuss this with you two any further.” Gin said looping his other arm around Shirou, hold him in a tight hug that seemed to calm the other down somewhat.

Matsumoto nodded, “We don’t need any more…this is enough to put him away for a very long time.” She stood and started for the door, “Sir…you’re going to have to go to the trial, our record of your testimony isn’t enough to convict him at trial…even if it is enough to keep him in jail.”

Hitsugaya nodded, rubbing at his blood shot eyes as if he were ashamed of the tears that still leaked from them. Without another word the two left, letting themselves out of Shirou’s house. Gin picked up Shirou’s forgotten cup of tea, “C’mon, lets finish off our tea and go to bed.” He said handing the cup to Shirou before picking his own up.

“Thanks Gin…” He leaned against the other as he drank his tea down, “I don’t think I could have survived all of this without you.”

Gin felt terrible, far more than the hangover could account for.


~~~~~

Gin’s head would spin every time he thought about it. A month had passed since that morning when Shirou had clung to him and told him what had happened to him. He laughed and pushed that thought out of his head when Shirou glanced to him, those seawater blue eyes fixing him with an unhappy look, “Hell, if I had known,” He laughed again shaking his head because he knew how pissed off he was making Shirou, “I would have gotten you something, I swear I would have!”

It was their one month anniversary. Apparently sex was an unspoken request to be boyfriends. Although Toushirou had spoken the request officially only a few days after their drunken tryst, thus cementing their relationship, “That’s what you say Gin…but I doubt you even remember.” He didn’t seem so mad now as he came over to sit in Gin’s lap. They were over at the silver haired man’s house today, just hanging out. Neither of them had work that day, “I should punish you for forgetting.”

“Oh?” He smirked and leaned in to kiss the other full on the mouth. It wasn’t a pussy assed kiss that one might give a friend or a little sister. This one had intent and Gin’s intent was to get Shirou as worked up as he could then maybe they could retire to the bedroom. Gin couldn’t think of a happier time of his life. “How are you going to punish me?”

“Oh no you don’t!” Shirou laughed getting Gin’s hands away from him, “Shoo fly!” Shirou would agree if anyone asked him about it, that he was as happy as Gin was if not more. He had never had a boyfriend before so he wasn’t too sure if he was being a good partner for Gin, but he was trying his best and the other seemed happy enough. “You’re not touching me until you get me something for our one month anniversary.” He got up and rushed off, laughing as Gin chased him around the western style living room. Shirou liked the sofa, it was comfortable and…well Gin had taken him several times on it and it held special memories for him. He hid behind it thinking that Gin hadn’t seen him dive behind it.

Gin paused, knowing just where the other was but deciding to play along, “I wonder where my sexy boyfriend went.” Gin said out loud, looking around. He sat down on the couch and sighed, “I guess I’ll never find my sweet boyfriend. He was mad at me and ran away never to come back again.” He got up and went to the dvd player that he had gotten in the real world. He popped in the video that Shirou liked the most. It was a hot little porn with two twinks going at it. Gin started it and went back to the couch to sit.

Toushirou, curious as to what all the grunting and groaning was about peeked over the top of the couch. He saw the porn that was on and blushed a bit, a lot of the escapades they had had on the couch had started with watching this porn. He bit his lower lip trying not to groan, watching the two men on screen making out.

Looking out of the corner of his eye Gin snorted and grin, “Oh if only my hot mate was here to watch this with me...but I guess I’ll have to masturbate to this movie…all by myself.” He wondered how much longer Shirou was going to hide behind the couch. He wanted the other in his lap while he watched the movie. Having a squirmy horny teen in your lap was almost like having a huge vibrator pressed against your hard on. Gin liked it a whole lot.

Gin got up and started to strip off his clothes, tossing them over the couch so that they’d land on or near Shirou. He yawned and sat back on the couch naked, starting to stroke himself oh so slowly, giving loud groans that would surely entice the other. Sure enough the white haired taichou stood up behind Gin, his hands running down over the man’s chest, “Hmmmm how dare you start the fun without me?” He mumbled leaning in to lick and nibble at the other’s ear.

“Oh there’s my boyfriend.” He gave a real moan this time getting turned on almost at once by those soft delicate hands. “Hmmmm Shirou kun…when’s the trial?”

Shirou opened his mouth and a loud piercing beeping came out. Gin started, sitting up in the early predawn light. He looked around confused wondering why he wasn’t on his sofa and why Shirou wasn’t stroking his chest. Then the pressure in his bladder and the slight headache reminded him of how much he had drank last night. He got up and hurried over to turn the alarm clock off. God damned it…thanks to that dream he was slightly hard now…morning wood when he was still kinda hung over. Great.

He shuffled off to the bathroom wondering why he had had such a weird dream. Maybe it was because he had fallen asleep with shirou’s head on his chest…something he wasn’t too used to or the fact that they hadn’t had much to eat that day and most of their nutrition had come from a sake bottle. He groaned at the thought. Damned it he had to go into work today…he found the upstairs bathroom and emptied his bladder. From the bedroom he heard a groan, it looked like Shirou was up.

Gin flushed the toilet and moved over to the wash basin which he filled with water from the night jar. He splashed his face and sighed the door opened and he was about to great the other when a sharp cry cleaved into his aching head.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?”

“I…I’m washing my face,” He said reaching blindly for the towel to dry his face now. He turned to face the other hoping that Shirou wouldn’t scream any more he thought his head might explode if he did.

“No!” Shirou hissed, apparently not liking to yell because his killer hangover. “What are you doing here…”

Gin blinked…“What?” He was very confused…if only his head wasn’t hurting him so damned much he might be able to make heads or tails of it all.

“What..are you..doing…in my house?” He said going over to Gin, taking hold of the other’s arm he started to drag him out of the bathroom. He needed it badly and the other was standing around in it so he couldn’t use it. “Explain latter,” He shoved Gin out of the bathroom, using the toilet himself with a long happy sigh. He thought he was going to burst and leak piss all over the floor.

With new light shed on the situation Gin figured out what was going on…he didn’t remember what they had done last night…or maybe he thought he would go home afterwards. He would just have to wait and see which one, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. There was water splashed about in there, he could hear it as clear as day. Shirou came out a towel around his shoulders, still looking sleepy but at least he didn’t look sick like he had last night.

“What are you doing here…” He repeated now that they were face to face.

“Remember…you invited me over…we got drunk…screwed like rabbits, then you threw up all over the place and I put you to bed.” He rattled off the events of last night wondering just what the other remembered and what he didn’t. Shirou nodded and sighed as if it was just as he had feared.

“That’s what I thought,” He said a bright smile spreading over his face, “I thought it had been another wet dream…hell I thought I had made a pass at you and embarrassed myself last night and you didn’t like me…” His face fell with each possibility he labeled off until he looked miserable.

“You didn’t embarrass yourself too badly last night, ‘cept for nearly throwing up on your fukutaichou.” He had to grin at the memory of it despite having to clean up the mess the fact that he had barfed like that in front of the two had been quite comical. Shirou didn’t seem to catch Gin’s humor however, in fact he glowered at Gin because he thought it humorous.

“How could you let me drink so fucking much?” He mumbled rubbing his eyes like a tired little kid. He wanted to go back to bed but he knew he had work to do and to miss two days in a row like that would just be irresponsible. He started for the stairs.

“What’s your hurry?” Gin stopped the other his morning wood pressed against Shirou as he dragged him against his chest. “We could have a bit more fun before we have to go to work, don’t you think?” Gin leaned in to kiss the other on the mouth before he realized that the other hadn’t brushed his teeth after barfing last night and he pulled back so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

Shirou didn’t seem to notice because he was busy trying to get away, “I need to get into work. I’m sure Matsumoto didn’t do a scrap of paper work and I want to see he bastard who…who…VIOLATED me. Then…I have a meeting and…”

Gin let the other go with a sigh Shirou was back to being his stiff necked self. He wondered if he was ever going to get to see that wonderful slender body naked under him again. Or feel those lips against his for that matter. He watched the other go before following him down the stairs. He was surely not too fresh, needed a bath and to brush his teeth but wasn’t sure what he had the time to do it all before he had to get into work.

He was half way down the stairs when Shirou suddenly came rushing up to him, tooth brush in hand, a foam of tooth paste around his mouth. “I wanna com ober ta neye” He said around the foam not making much sense at all.

“What?”

Shirou spat into the cup he had in one hand and tried it again, “I want you to come over tonight. I’ll make dinner…please?” He blushed and looked down then back up at Gin. It was an endearing gesture that made Shirou seem so much younger than he was. Tangling a hand into the other’s hair he kissed the teen on the cheek.

“I’d love that,” He said with a smirk, an honest one that didn’t look at all creepy compared to his usual smirks. “If you want I’ll go with you to see the prisoner…actually I insist on going with you to see him. I just need to bath and brush my teeth…I need to go back to my place so I’ll be running a bit late getting over to your squad…so…”

Toushirou frowned a bit then looked at his toothbrush then to Gin, “You can use mine when I’m done with and there’s a bath house up the road. I usually go before work because it’s empty this time of the morning…usually. Except for lately there seems to be a lot more showing up early in the morning.” He turned around and hurried back down the stairs towards the bathroom. Gin followed him into the bathroom and started to gather the things that Shirou told him he could use at the bath house. There was spare shampoo and bath soap and a wash cloth. He got down an old bath bin and put the things in it.

“Here,” Shirou gave Gin his toothbrush and he quickly brushed his teeth, glad that he had the chance to clean up. His mouth tasted like a dragon had used it for a toilet and he was sure his breath couldn’t smell much better. Shirou put his things together while he brushed his teeth, he watched him in the spotted mirror. Despite whatever hang over the other might have he was sure in a great mood. Once his teeth were brushed they went to the bath house together agreeing that they would wash up alone and head into their respective offices and meet at eleven to view the prisoner before they took him away for his preliminary trial.

“Gin…” Shirou stopped the other on his way out of the bath house, Shirou’s bath things clutched in his arms. “Don’t forget…” He pulled the other down and gave him a rather chaste kiss. “How I feel about you.” It was barely above a whisper and Gin wasn’t too sure if he had heard the other correctly. However, the blush on those fine cheeks told him he had heard what he had heard.

“I love you too.”