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valmoraTitle: Hearing the Dead
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: mostly just Jyuushirou-ness, but Kyouraku Shunsui/Ukitake Jyuushirou, some Aizen
Disclaimer: They belong to Kubo Tite, not to a crazy American girl.
Summary: Aizen wasn't the only one who had a strange kinship with Hollows, or at the least the potential for one.
The gradual weakening of Jyuushirou's body has left him with a sense of the empathy for the injured, an acceptance of his ever-threatening demise. It is perhaps why he no longer feels quite so present in life, occasionally hearing things beneath - or beyond - mere sound.
Perhaps he is. He sometimes thinks that he hears the cries of Hollows, in their in-between world; they call him, a screaming sort of summon. It hurts his ears, badly, and he is more sick than when he was a child.
He is frightening Shunsui with the sudden worsening of his health, and he feels badly about it, though there is nothing he can do -
Shunsui tells him, one evening in Fourth Division headquarters after a particularly bad bout with the whatever-it-is that hunts Jyuushirou's body, to get better so they can pelt other students with snowballs next week. And as Jyuushirou smiles, fingers tangling with Shunsui's on the side of the bed, he realizes that those strange voices are gone, that the summoning has ceased. He is so relieved that when Shunsui moves to kiss his forehead in farewell, he tilts his chin up to meet Shunsui's lips with his own.
The path to recovery is, as always, long, but he is slowly becoming less ill than usual, and the periods when he is well are longer. He is not so pale, hardly so sickly, and the winter is no longer a dreaded season of chills and fever but rather a quiet span of time in which all is clear and gently cold except Shunsui's regard.
Centuries, aeons later, he becomes sick again, seems always to be ill, and cannot find the cause except the tide of his body's weakness, fading and returning by no pattern he can determine. Shunsui struggles to retain his mask of giddy drunkenness, flashes of anger passing through sometimes when his touch is chilled against Jyuushirou's and he suppresses rants on the ineptitude of the Fourth Division for its inability to cure the illness.
Jyuushirou begins to hear the whispers, half-smoke edges of sound again, once in a while, and it worries him. Perhaps they are not as gone as he thought - and Sousuke - well, he thinks, after watching Aizen step into a hole in the sky, it seems that Sousuke was listening.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: mostly just Jyuushirou-ness, but Kyouraku Shunsui/Ukitake Jyuushirou, some Aizen
Disclaimer: They belong to Kubo Tite, not to a crazy American girl.
Summary: Aizen wasn't the only one who had a strange kinship with Hollows, or at the least the potential for one.
The gradual weakening of Jyuushirou's body has left him with a sense of the empathy for the injured, an acceptance of his ever-threatening demise. It is perhaps why he no longer feels quite so present in life, occasionally hearing things beneath - or beyond - mere sound.
Perhaps he is. He sometimes thinks that he hears the cries of Hollows, in their in-between world; they call him, a screaming sort of summon. It hurts his ears, badly, and he is more sick than when he was a child.
He is frightening Shunsui with the sudden worsening of his health, and he feels badly about it, though there is nothing he can do -
Shunsui tells him, one evening in Fourth Division headquarters after a particularly bad bout with the whatever-it-is that hunts Jyuushirou's body, to get better so they can pelt other students with snowballs next week. And as Jyuushirou smiles, fingers tangling with Shunsui's on the side of the bed, he realizes that those strange voices are gone, that the summoning has ceased. He is so relieved that when Shunsui moves to kiss his forehead in farewell, he tilts his chin up to meet Shunsui's lips with his own.
The path to recovery is, as always, long, but he is slowly becoming less ill than usual, and the periods when he is well are longer. He is not so pale, hardly so sickly, and the winter is no longer a dreaded season of chills and fever but rather a quiet span of time in which all is clear and gently cold except Shunsui's regard.
Centuries, aeons later, he becomes sick again, seems always to be ill, and cannot find the cause except the tide of his body's weakness, fading and returning by no pattern he can determine. Shunsui struggles to retain his mask of giddy drunkenness, flashes of anger passing through sometimes when his touch is chilled against Jyuushirou's and he suppresses rants on the ineptitude of the Fourth Division for its inability to cure the illness.
Jyuushirou begins to hear the whispers, half-smoke edges of sound again, once in a while, and it worries him. Perhaps they are not as gone as he thought - and Sousuke - well, he thinks, after watching Aizen step into a hole in the sky, it seems that Sousuke was listening.
