#002 - Stars

[notbantamweight]

Title: Stars
Series: Bleach
Written: Jan 2009
 

Komamura Saijin had always loved the night time. When he'd been in the academy, the night was the only time that he had been able to truly escape the incessant rumours that surrounded his kitsune - ish appearance. That was also why he was with Tousen Kaname. Being blind, he couldn't understand why others made all this fuss over his friend, but he didn't like it. Not at all. Which is why he was now seeking out Komamura, trying to trace his reiatsu, and having a difficult time of it. After falling over what felt like the hundredth tree root in five minutes, he gave in to himself, and called out.

"Komamura, could you come and give me a hand?" He knew the other was somewhere round here, he just didn't know where... Quite rapidly, however, Tousen heard Komamura's footsteps moving quite quickly towards him, moving closer and closer until he was lifted bodily up from his sprawled position on the ground. Large hands moved over his robes, presumably removing bits of dirt and leaves that had stuck to him, but they elicited an intake of breath, especially when those hands moved dangerously close to his eyes, and onto his eyelids, removing minuscule particles of forest loam from those dark lashes.

"Tousen, what are you doing out here?" Komamura asked, his voice unhindered. Tousen looked upwards to where Komamura's head was, and smiled.

"I hadn't seen you all day, and I was wondering where you had gone." Komamura winced, he hadn't realised his disappearance had caused such a stir amongst the student body. He had a good reason for it, though. He just couldn't handle the stress of hearing the half – whispered gossip and rumour being spread around, every day.

"I just..." He let out a sigh. Why procrastinate? It would feel better to tell Tousen. He hoped.

"I was looking at the stars in the night sky." Tousen looked mildly saddened. Komamura facepalmed, he should have known better than to mention stuff involving sight in front of his friend.

"Can I sit with you?" Tousen asked quietly. Komamura didn't speak, instead picking up his friend, passing his muscular arms around Tousen's shoulders and under his knees, before lifting gently. Tousen started in surprise, before leaning into Komamura's shoulder, one hand fisted in his robe front. He could hear every strong beat of Komamura's heart, feel the air moving into his lungs, relish in the sensation of well – developed muscles moving, flexing against his side.

Komamura moved into the darkness, sensitive eyes easily picking up the path in the gloom. He moved easily, feeling almost at home, here in forest. In a matter of moments, the two were in a glade, hidden from the rest of Seireitei. His pace slowed to a walk, as Komamura approached the gentle rise in the center of the clearing. Tousen shifted as Komamura sat down, moving so his back rested against Komamura's chest.

"Can you... describe the stars for me, ...Saijin? Please?" Komamura looked down at his friend, nestled in his lap, and gently ran a hand over Tousen's arm.

"Sure, Kaname." It would have been impossible to miss the smile that spread over Kaname's face as he said those words.

"Let's see... The stars are little pinpricks of light, kinda of like tiny reiatsu flashes. They're arranged in patterns, like a... weaving or something. Some are brighter than others, and some of them are surrounded by little clouds, like how you use your reiatsu..."

"So, stars are like reiatsu?" Saijin let out a low chuckle, and Kaname shivered, he'd felt that chuckle ripple through his body like a stone dropped in a pond.

"Yeah, kinda.."

The conversation carried on in this vein for a while before Kaname asked,

"Why were you hiding today? You can't see stars in the day time, I presume." Saijin turned his head away, it was hard to avoid Kaname's questions, as he hated to lie to his best friend, however, he had no idea as to how Kaname would react when he found out that his best friend really resembled a fox more than a human.

"Is it to do with what the others talk about, the rumour and gossip.?" Kaname turned around so he was facing Saijin, and reached out a hand to where he thought Saijin's head would be, but it was gently caught before contact could be made.

"Kaname, I'm not..." Saijin sighed, it'd feel better to just get this over with, and pray for the best, so he guided Kaname's hand to his face, feeling them gently smooth over the short, silky fur, tracing the contours and planes of his face. Kaname's face turned from questioning to mildly shocked to finally, intrigued, as he felt out a snout, low forehead, and ears? He gently felt one, feeling the velveteen texture underneath his fingertips, before running his fingers over to where he thought the other one was, and was rewarded by feeling the soft fur under his sensitive fingers. Saijin could barely breathe as Kaname's gentle hands swept forward, tracing out the length of his jaw, trailing lightly over his whiskers, to under his chin, down the structure of his neck, feeling the folds of skin.

Kaname was fascinated to hear Saijin's breathing quicken as he leant forward, inhaling the peculiar, yet not unpleasant scent that was uniquely Saijin, luxuriating in the plush feel against his face. Deft hands slipped inside Saijin's robe, curiously searching, wondering in how far the fur covered. Larger hands gently stopped the roving hands.

"Please, Kaname... I don't want to.." Saijin's voice was rough and husky in Kaname's ear, pleading with him to stop this pleasurable torture. He wasn't sure what on earth Kaname was doing to him, but it was pushing the boundary between being able to restrain himself, and giving into his urges. Kaname wasn't making it easy on him, either. Those hands were so gentle, it should be a sin.

"Just relax.." Murmured Kaname, as those knowledgeable hands slipped the shihakushou off his broad shoulders, baring his furred upper body to the world. Saijin just stared as Kaname blushed a deep red, shrugging off his own shihakushou, baring his dusky upper body.

"Kaname, what are you doing...?" Saijin's question was answered when Kaname leant against him, revelling in the feel of his fur against his bare skin, imprinting the feel into his body. Saijin's throat had gone dry, and he didn't exactly know why. He lay back gently, wrapping his arms around the smaller shinigami – in – training, and gazed up at the stars, feeling Kaname snuggle into his chest.

"Good night, Kaname." He murmured, not wanting to move, for once, not feeling like the outcast he once was. A sleepy, "Night Saijin..." echoed up from the figure on his chest.

Slowly, Saijin drifted off, cradling Kaname.

Yes... The stars are truly beautiful, and I can share their beauty...