Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn From a Hat: Bleach Style ❯ What Hurts the Most ( Chapter 8 )

Title: What Hurts the Most

Club/Challenge: Drawn from a hat

Pairing: Aizen/Kira

Pairing Number: 7

Category: Shonen-ai (some angst)

AN: So yes, borrowing the Rascal Flatts song `What Hurts the Most'. It's a good song! And it fits.

 

Anyways, the last one! Bleach Drawn from a Hat completed: September 22, 2009 at 2:20 a.m.

 

 

He shouldn't have been surprised that the other had left. He knew it had only been a matter of time really and he kept telling himself he was fine with that. But he wasn't.

 

Not really.

 

He hurt, oh did he hurt. He put on a brave, if sad face and they all thought he was mourning his taicho, Ichimaru Gin. But he wasn't and would never really mourn the loss of the man. They hadn't been all that close after all and nothing really surprised him when it came to what Gin did and would do after all.

 

But when his lover had just…up and left without offering to take him with, that had hurt the most.

 

Sighing quietly, Kira shoved a bit of hair out of his face and looked around, taking in the destruction that was slowly being rebuilt. Sighing once more, he closed his eyes and shook his head before heading for his home near the outskirts of Soul Society. He knew that it was well protected by specialized wards, laid by Aizen when they had gotten together. Though, all high powered couples usually had them anyways to contain their energy.

 

Opening his door and stepping inside, he closed it behind him and slipped off his zori and tabi, tucking them to the side for the time being. Slipping on a pair of house shoes, he padded to his kitchen and looked around, wincing at the memories that were brought up. Shaking his head, Kira picked up his tea kettle and filled it with water, placing it on a hook over the fire in his kitchen fire place.

 

He liked the older style of his home. It made him happy and it had made Aizen happy, even early in the winter months when he had to run for the rug in front of the fire place and get the fire going again.

 

Shaking his head firmly, Kira waited for the kettle to start screaming before pouring a pot of tea. Placing the kettle to the side and heading for his room, the blond placed his cup and pot down before starting to remove his shinigami outfit.

 

Tossing it into a clothes hamper and pulling on a dark maroon kimono, he paused in his movements before turning to his fire place. There, before him was the man who had left him so many months ago, looking slick, strong and oh so delicious.

 

“Aizen…what…” Kira started, trailing off as he looked at the other helplessly, belt in hand as he paused in the middle of the tying.

 

“I suppose I have quite a bit to explain,” Aizen said softly, moving over to his lover. Removing the belt from limp fingers, he gently tied it for Kira before caressing his face slowly. “I missed you, Kira. I really did. I'm sorry that I left you when I did…I really am. It was kind of a spur of the moment thing and I couldn't exactly go get you since you were still heavily under guard.”

 

“And now?” Kira asked, his breath stuttering out as he leant into the other mans warm hands.

 

“Now I can get you. Can take you with me,” Aizen hummed, smiling as he bent over and picked his sweet lover up. He had missed the tiny blond and was happy that he had him back in his arms once more. Brushing a kiss against Kiras temple, Aizen left through a portal, coat snapping lightly. He had his lover, he had Ichigo Kurosaki since Soul Society had screwed up seriously and had gone after his family and soon he would be able to heal the pussing wound that was Soul Societies 13 Court Guard Squads and the idiots running them.

 

But for the moment, he had to make it up to his lover for leaving him behind.