His Lies

His Lies

By: Vamprina

Disclaimer: I do not own
Bleach or any of its characters/merchandise. I am not making any
profit or gaining any reward for this fanfiction or its distribution.
It is purely for entertainment purposes only. Further, I am not
affiliated in any way, shape or form to/with the owner(s), copyright
holder(s), affiliate(s), or distributor(s) of Bleach or any of its
characters/merchandise.

Warnings: Shounen ai, het
(blink and you'll miss it!), angst, drama, possible slight OOC

Prompt set: Green

Prompt: 08, Broken Promises

Date: 12/31/07

Word Count: 568

Ichigo knew that Renji was
unaware of his presence. He was too drunk on sake to think about
keeping his guard up and identifying spiritual pressure that he
didn't want to be caught by the owner of. It was like this every
night.

It was true that Ichigo was
a strong boy...or rather man, now. No one, whether he was a teenager
or not, could go through the things he'd gone through in his
relatively short life without becoming an adult. The body does not
always have to match the mental capacity.

He was, however, very good
at hiding his own problems and hiding how...upset he was. Only those
who cared to take careful note of his reiatsu would know how he was
feeling. Out of all of the people who were likely to notice, Ichigo
would've thought Renji would. His boyfriend, his lover...

Most people didn't know
about an aspect he kept hidden. He was, without a doubt, a hopeless
romantic. After all, he greatly respected Shakespeare and his works,
and not only understood but thoroughly enjoyed everything the man had
written. Someone who could say that could not be anything but a
hopeless romantic at heart.

But, he was also a realist.
And, like in Shakespeare's plays...things didn't always turn out with
the fairy tale Happily Ever After that most people thought it would
or should. There was no doubt that things SHOULD end in Happily Ever
After, that true love should always conquer all. But, it didn't
always.

And, as Ichigo was faced
with all of Renji's broken promises in his face right now, he almost
wanted to cry. He hadn't cried since his mother's death. Not a real
cry, anyway. Not like he wanted to right now. He wouldn't. Not until
he was completely alone, anyway. Maybe it was time for a...good old
fashioned cry. As long as no one else was there to see it.

There he was. Abarai Renji.
The most loyal friend and person he'd ever seen, who's sense of right
and wrong was so strong, whom fought so passionately, made love so
intensely, who's will was so iron-clad and whom could be so sweet and
loving when he only just wanted to be...was lying to him.

He watched the man sit
there with the girl on his lap, a girl Ichigo didn't recognize, some
random, unseated Shinigami...whom was obviously very pleased that she
was getting the attentions of a vice-captain. Even if he was drunk.

Ichigo looked on for
another moment. Renji's words of denial when Ichigo had started to
see the signs and reluctantly asked him if there was something going
on, if Renji wasn't being totally faithful, rang in Ichigo's ears.
The promises the taller man had made to him rang in his broken heart,
as the promises broke along with it.

What made him think he
could be happy? That he deserved love and happiness...that he
deserved Renji? Broken promises were all he was entitled to. And were
all he got. He sighed shakily as he walked out of the bar and headed
back toward Renji's flat to pack up, a single tear sliding down his
cheek as he left, one glance backward showing the man he loved
whispering something in the ear of the Shinigami on his lap, then
press lick the ear he'd been whispering into.

End