Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Stray ( Chapter 110 )

Title: Stray

Pairings/Characters: Shunsui/Gin

Rating: T

Warning: Slight spoilers

Words: 701

Description: Shunsui is very familiar with love. But heartbreak… that one is a rather new concept.

 

AN: And yes, I know that this isn't Gin's eye color in the anime. It is, however, his eye color in the manga. So sue me.

 

 

He always wondered how no one ever saw it.

 

It was there, plain for anyone with eyes, anyone who cared to look. And maybe that was the problem. No one cared. No one looked. No one noticed. No one but him. And Shunsui had never been the type to ignore what he had seen, to pretend he hadn't. He had noticed, and he had acted.

 

He had reached out his hand with the intention of helping, forming a figure that the boy was obviously in desperate need of. He thought to be a father to him, to give him a sense of family. To provide a stable - not necessarily sober but still stable - presence in his life.

 

What he had gotten was the opposite.

 

Shunsui still wasn't sure how it happened. How Ichimaru Gin had made a home in his bed and then never left. He didn't mind it, not now. He didn't want the boy to leave. But he wondered how he had gone from fathering him to... well, doing the opposite of what a father should do to any child. Certainly, Yama-jii had never treated Jyuu and him like this.

 

Well, perhaps his initial intuition had been a little off. Perhaps Gin had not needed a father specifically but just someone. A friend. A lover. And that was what Shunsui had become without really knowing how or why.

 

It was common knowledge that Shunsui loved women. Their shape and their smell. Their laughter and their gentle curves, the softness of their skin. He loved their compassion and their inner strength; he loved the sound of their voices. So dulcet and smooth. He loved the way they slid against him, curled within his arms. How they fit.

 

They were nothing like Gin, all angular and thin. Long limbs that always seemed to be everywhere, and skin so pale it was nearly translucent. They were hard as steel but still soft, while Gin was just hard. He was muscle clamped to a lithe frame.

 

But Gin was beautiful in his own way that was completely unlike a woman and yet still attractive to Shunsui. His hair was such an odd shade of silver, and it was satiny, always sliding through Shunsui's fingers. It was something that Gin loved, for Shunsui to trail fingers through his hair right before he fell asleep.

 

His eyes, when Gin dared open them, were a beautiful shade of pale blue. Like the sky in winter over a snowcapped landscape. Or just before night fell and twilight descended.

 

Shunsui couldn't recall now even if asked how many nights Gin had spent in his bed, curled up next to him. The boy was always so cold. Understandable considering his thin frame. And he would always steal Shunsui's blankets and body heat. Even after he made captain, that hadn't changed.

 

He remembered Gin being so familiar in his bed, and then, there was no one else. It was just Gin. Silver hair and pale skin and blue, blue eyes. And a rare, true smile for him and him alone. He recalled a boy he had thought he was perhaps falling in love with. And maybe, one day, his feelings would be returned.

 

He had never even realized what was going on. That while he had held out his hand to Gin, he had been just a tad too late. That someone had taken Gin's hand first. And that someone had taken Gin from him.

 

Shunsui watched Gin rise into the sky, at Aizen's side, but not for one moment did he feel any regret. Only sadness. He was a little proud that Gin was no longer alone, even if he had become a traitor.

 

And if, when he turned over in his bed and no elbow jabbed him in the side, Shunsui was lonely… well, no one knew. Not even his dearest Jyuu-chan. This, this thing - relationship - he had with Gin was something kept private. Something that for once only belonged to him; he didn't share. Not this. Not Gin.

 

And apparently, neither did Aizen.

 

This was his pain. This was his secret. This was his heartbreak. His and his alone.

 

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