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Log; Complete
When; August 14th, Early evening to evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Kyouraku Shunsui, Ukitake Juushirou
Summary; Worried about his old friend, Shunsui goes back to the temple.
Log;
Kyouraku Shunsui, Shinigami Captain of the 8th Division, had spent the day napping in a lovely garden. It was a lot like the ones they had back home. The garden was peaceful and the air was warm. It was the perfect place to doze off, and he had been quite tired, having stayed up all night. Long after Juusihrou had fallen asleep, he stayed awake, listening to the man's steady breathing. He watched the rise and fall of his lover's chest, just to make certain - as he did on so many nights - that his lover was still alive and whole.
But he had been awake for some time now, watching the chatter on the communication device he had arrived with when coming to this place. He did not know most of these people, and they certainly seemed to like to prattle on about nothing in particular. Only one entry caught his interest. It was Juushirou's, and he had mentioned the idea of spending the day in bed.
Even so, Shunsui had to laugh a little at the mention of his habit of snoring, and typed a quick reply just to make sure everything was as it should be. Of course, Juushirou assured him that it was just fatigue, but Shunsui also knew that the man had a tendency to exaggerate his state of wellness.
Deciding that he'd had enough wandering for the day, Shunsui gathered himself together and started walking back to the Temple. There was no need to rush, it seemed, so he'd take the time to observe his surroundings a little more on the way. People were still running around mindlessly going on and on about deadlines and demands, and city seemed to be filled with the stench of coffee. Shunsui couldn't stand the stuff.
Soon enough, he found himself back to his temporary home, peering into the room and he and his lover shared. Juushirou was asleep when he arrived, and Shunsui entered quietly, kneeling down beside him and brushing some hair away from his face. He hoped it wasn't too serious.
---
Jyuushirou's day had been pretty slow. He had awoken feeling tired and slightly aching in all joints, and knew the signs at once. Deciding it was best to stay in bed, he had followed the lives of the other citizens in this strange world via the communication device. There was a distinct lack of books in the room he shared with Shunsui, after all, and what better way to amuse one self when bedridden then actually socializing?
He had never been that fond of computers, ever since they were first created. They made him slightly wary for some reason, and he wondered if he was connecting computers to the 12th Division a little too strongly. But this thing? It was great. It made him feel part of the world even if he was hiding in a temple-room, covers tucked up under his nose.
But as the day went by, the amusement ceased and he became more and more tired, breathing a bit strained. He was shivering a little and realized that he most likely had a fever. Abandoning the computer for sleep, he soon dozed off. Sleeping throughout most of the rest of the day; only waking now and then when he felt like he was about to fall out of bed - which was rather impossible, seeing he was sleeping on a futon. That, too, was a tell-tale sign of high fever. He didn't like that.
At least there's no coughing. Yet.
Turning a bit in bed, he moved the covers a little, wearing the white shitagi underneath to keep himself warm. For some reason, it was difficult to sleep comfortably. Jyuushirou's head spun each time he closed his eyes, and he wished the falling asleep part could be fast-forwarded some times. At the time Shunsui came back, he had just recently dozed off again, but the light touch from the other made his eyes open.
Giving the other man a weak smile, he reached up a hand and put it on Shunsui's cheek.
"Hey." Jyuushirou said, before the hand returned to rest on top of the covers. "Did you have a good day?"
---
"Of course I did," came Shunsui's reply. "I found a lovely garden, perfect for taking naps in."
He hadn't meant to wake the ill man, but now that Juushirou was more aware, Shunsui took the opportunity to check him over more thoroughly. Placing a hand on his lover's forehead, the bearded man noted how intensely the heat was radiating from Juushirou's skin.
"Yare, yare. Ukitake, you've gotten yourself sick again." Shunsui took off his hat and placed it to the side, settling down now to assume a more permanent position. He fussed over the blanket, tucking it up further and more securely around his lover. "Is there anything I can get you?"
---
"That sounds lovely." Came the white-haired shinigami's reply to Shunsui's first words.
At the statement that he was ill again, he gave a slight sigh. It was, after all, nothing unusual, and the stress of coming to this world and all the bad news he'd received took it's toll. Some people only got tired; his body took the wrong turn and failed on him instead. It made him remember the person he had spoken briefly with the other night, who's coughing had sounded very familiar. At the thought, his own chest tightened slightly, but the feeling subsided just as quickly. Thankfully.
"It looks like it." He replied, too fatigued to even lift his head when Shunsui tucked him in. "And no... but thank you. I just... need some rest."
While he secretly enjoyed being fussed with by the darker shinigami, he also didn't wish for his lover to worry. He hated to see that concerned expression; it made him feel afraid that he was - though he did not mean to - causing him pain. In a way, he understood that he did.
"I'll be okay."
---
"All right," said Shunsui, knowing very well that he wouldn't be asked to do any favors. Juushirou had his pride after all. "I'll be right here if you need me."
Shunsui hated it every time he had to see the man suffer. But he also knew how much Juushirou didn't want to be seen as a burden, and tried his best to wear a smile, even when his heart was breaking.
It was horrible anytime Juushirou became sick, but Shunsui couldn't help but think it must have been harder now that his lover was away from home, away from his own bed and belongings. There was nothing in this room that could be of use. No ice to fetch, or tea, or anything...it made Shunsui feel a little powerless. Now, he could do nothing but wait and watch.
---
The sickly captain gave Shunsui another smile; a wordless and affectionate 'thank you'. It was good to have the person you trusted and shared the most with by your side, and just knowing that his lover was there made it feel safer. There was no falling if there was someone there to catch you.
Jyuushirou dozed off again, still half-conscious even if his eyes were closed. He could feel the other's reiatsu in the room, and it was a soothing presence. He didn't know how long he spent like that - a minute, an hour - he wasn't sure, slipping in and out of sleep as he did.
Then, suddenly, something shook him rather violently out of that peaceful but feverish state, and he gasped. Turning as quickly as his tired body allowed, he coughed.
It was painful, and his eyes screwed shut, one hand clutching his chest. Then it finally died down and he did his best to breathe normally again, forcing himself to not try and suck in air too quickly. So much for 'no coughing'.
---
Shunsui had been nearly falling asleep himself, but his eyes snapped open at the sound of Juushirou's coughing. He shifted in his seat, turning towards the ill man, and waited see if the fit would subside. It did, and thankfully there was no blood present that Shunsui could see.
Instinctively, the bearded man reached out to touch the side of Juushirou's face, stroking his thumb along his lover's cheek. He was warmer now, than he had been before. It gave Shunsui cause for concern, especially considering that he had been fine yesterday, albeit a little distressed.
"Juu?" Shunsui inquired. "Everything okay?"
---
Still concentrating on breathing, Jyuushirou nodded slightly. Yes, he'd be okay. However, dropping in health this quickly was a bit concerning - just tired this morning, and now this. Not caring to turn on his back again, he stayed on his side, trying to force some control over his body.
"I didn't expect this." The white-haired shinigami then added, honestly. His voice was hoarse and strained as he spoke and he closed his eyes again to attempt to shut out how dizzy he was. One pale hand reached out, sliding into Shunsui's. His fingers entwined with the larger hand's, and he kept his hand there, stealing some strength from his oldest and closest friend.
"I'm sorry." Jyuushirou then said, though he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for. Being sick again? Worrying him? Being too proud to actually say how bad this felt? Even Aizen had said he was too proud, and sometimes Jyuushirou thought the man had been right.
---
"Maa, what are you saying? Don't worry about it. It's not your fault."
Juushirou always played down his sickness, of course, so when the ill man mentioned it being unexpected, it caused Shunsui to become concerned. His lover was pale and sweaty, even more so than usual, and without a thermometer to check it, there was no telling how high the fever might be.
But Shunsui didn't really have anything he could do about it. He considered taking away the blanket, knowing that added heat couldn't be good for a fever, but he had no background in medicine, and seeing how much Juushirou was shivering, he figured he'd rather his lover be comfortable.
If they were home, at the Ugendou, it would be different. He could call for Unohana, and leave it in her capable hands. Now, things being what they were, he was hesitant to even ask for help in such a place. Things were dangerous here, and who knows how much the others, even from his own world, had to deal with right now.
It was a rare occurrence, but he had done this before. He would find a way to see Juushirou through.
---
If they were home... but they weren't, and that feeling was rather clear to the ailing shinigami at the moment. He had, however, heard that Kotetsu-fukutaichou was here, so if things got worse...
He couldn't allow himself to think that. If he rested... then it would be better. He didn't have time to be sick, but then again, he never did. Jyuushirou wanted to be able to be there for those who needed him. From what he had understood, Kurotsuchi Mayuri was the only other captain in this City; and with all the dangers and all the arrancar running loose, he wanted to protect those he cared about. How could he do that when he almost couldn't breathe?
As on cue, he coughed again, grimacing against the pain. Slumping back against the futon as the coughing ended, he mumbled something incoherent before either falling asleep or passing out - the difference was almost impossible to notice. His breathing was erratic and worn, but not as panicked as before. He still had his hand in Shunsui's.
---
"Juu?"
No answer. Was he asleep or did he pass out? But it couldn't have been a good sign with a fever that high. Shunsui remembered vaguely times when Unohana had forced him to stay awake. Could this be one of those times?
"Juushirou? Don't fall asleep on me, here." Shunsui shook the ill man's shoulder, gently with his free arm. His old friend remained unconscious.
Dammit. This is bad, isn't it?
Perhaps he would have to ask for help after all.
Rating; PG
Characters; Kyouraku Shunsui, Ukitake Juushirou
Summary; Worried about his old friend, Shunsui goes back to the temple.
Log;
Kyouraku Shunsui, Shinigami Captain of the 8th Division, had spent the day napping in a lovely garden. It was a lot like the ones they had back home. The garden was peaceful and the air was warm. It was the perfect place to doze off, and he had been quite tired, having stayed up all night. Long after Juusihrou had fallen asleep, he stayed awake, listening to the man's steady breathing. He watched the rise and fall of his lover's chest, just to make certain - as he did on so many nights - that his lover was still alive and whole.
But he had been awake for some time now, watching the chatter on the communication device he had arrived with when coming to this place. He did not know most of these people, and they certainly seemed to like to prattle on about nothing in particular. Only one entry caught his interest. It was Juushirou's, and he had mentioned the idea of spending the day in bed.
Even so, Shunsui had to laugh a little at the mention of his habit of snoring, and typed a quick reply just to make sure everything was as it should be. Of course, Juushirou assured him that it was just fatigue, but Shunsui also knew that the man had a tendency to exaggerate his state of wellness.
Deciding that he'd had enough wandering for the day, Shunsui gathered himself together and started walking back to the Temple. There was no need to rush, it seemed, so he'd take the time to observe his surroundings a little more on the way. People were still running around mindlessly going on and on about deadlines and demands, and city seemed to be filled with the stench of coffee. Shunsui couldn't stand the stuff.
Soon enough, he found himself back to his temporary home, peering into the room and he and his lover shared. Juushirou was asleep when he arrived, and Shunsui entered quietly, kneeling down beside him and brushing some hair away from his face. He hoped it wasn't too serious.
---
Jyuushirou's day had been pretty slow. He had awoken feeling tired and slightly aching in all joints, and knew the signs at once. Deciding it was best to stay in bed, he had followed the lives of the other citizens in this strange world via the communication device. There was a distinct lack of books in the room he shared with Shunsui, after all, and what better way to amuse one self when bedridden then actually socializing?
He had never been that fond of computers, ever since they were first created. They made him slightly wary for some reason, and he wondered if he was connecting computers to the 12th Division a little too strongly. But this thing? It was great. It made him feel part of the world even if he was hiding in a temple-room, covers tucked up under his nose.
But as the day went by, the amusement ceased and he became more and more tired, breathing a bit strained. He was shivering a little and realized that he most likely had a fever. Abandoning the computer for sleep, he soon dozed off. Sleeping throughout most of the rest of the day; only waking now and then when he felt like he was about to fall out of bed - which was rather impossible, seeing he was sleeping on a futon. That, too, was a tell-tale sign of high fever. He didn't like that.
At least there's no coughing. Yet.
Turning a bit in bed, he moved the covers a little, wearing the white shitagi underneath to keep himself warm. For some reason, it was difficult to sleep comfortably. Jyuushirou's head spun each time he closed his eyes, and he wished the falling asleep part could be fast-forwarded some times. At the time Shunsui came back, he had just recently dozed off again, but the light touch from the other made his eyes open.
Giving the other man a weak smile, he reached up a hand and put it on Shunsui's cheek.
"Hey." Jyuushirou said, before the hand returned to rest on top of the covers. "Did you have a good day?"
---
"Of course I did," came Shunsui's reply. "I found a lovely garden, perfect for taking naps in."
He hadn't meant to wake the ill man, but now that Juushirou was more aware, Shunsui took the opportunity to check him over more thoroughly. Placing a hand on his lover's forehead, the bearded man noted how intensely the heat was radiating from Juushirou's skin.
"Yare, yare. Ukitake, you've gotten yourself sick again." Shunsui took off his hat and placed it to the side, settling down now to assume a more permanent position. He fussed over the blanket, tucking it up further and more securely around his lover. "Is there anything I can get you?"
---
"That sounds lovely." Came the white-haired shinigami's reply to Shunsui's first words.
At the statement that he was ill again, he gave a slight sigh. It was, after all, nothing unusual, and the stress of coming to this world and all the bad news he'd received took it's toll. Some people only got tired; his body took the wrong turn and failed on him instead. It made him remember the person he had spoken briefly with the other night, who's coughing had sounded very familiar. At the thought, his own chest tightened slightly, but the feeling subsided just as quickly. Thankfully.
"It looks like it." He replied, too fatigued to even lift his head when Shunsui tucked him in. "And no... but thank you. I just... need some rest."
While he secretly enjoyed being fussed with by the darker shinigami, he also didn't wish for his lover to worry. He hated to see that concerned expression; it made him feel afraid that he was - though he did not mean to - causing him pain. In a way, he understood that he did.
"I'll be okay."
---
"All right," said Shunsui, knowing very well that he wouldn't be asked to do any favors. Juushirou had his pride after all. "I'll be right here if you need me."
Shunsui hated it every time he had to see the man suffer. But he also knew how much Juushirou didn't want to be seen as a burden, and tried his best to wear a smile, even when his heart was breaking.
It was horrible anytime Juushirou became sick, but Shunsui couldn't help but think it must have been harder now that his lover was away from home, away from his own bed and belongings. There was nothing in this room that could be of use. No ice to fetch, or tea, or anything...it made Shunsui feel a little powerless. Now, he could do nothing but wait and watch.
---
The sickly captain gave Shunsui another smile; a wordless and affectionate 'thank you'. It was good to have the person you trusted and shared the most with by your side, and just knowing that his lover was there made it feel safer. There was no falling if there was someone there to catch you.
Jyuushirou dozed off again, still half-conscious even if his eyes were closed. He could feel the other's reiatsu in the room, and it was a soothing presence. He didn't know how long he spent like that - a minute, an hour - he wasn't sure, slipping in and out of sleep as he did.
Then, suddenly, something shook him rather violently out of that peaceful but feverish state, and he gasped. Turning as quickly as his tired body allowed, he coughed.
It was painful, and his eyes screwed shut, one hand clutching his chest. Then it finally died down and he did his best to breathe normally again, forcing himself to not try and suck in air too quickly. So much for 'no coughing'.
---
Shunsui had been nearly falling asleep himself, but his eyes snapped open at the sound of Juushirou's coughing. He shifted in his seat, turning towards the ill man, and waited see if the fit would subside. It did, and thankfully there was no blood present that Shunsui could see.
Instinctively, the bearded man reached out to touch the side of Juushirou's face, stroking his thumb along his lover's cheek. He was warmer now, than he had been before. It gave Shunsui cause for concern, especially considering that he had been fine yesterday, albeit a little distressed.
"Juu?" Shunsui inquired. "Everything okay?"
---
Still concentrating on breathing, Jyuushirou nodded slightly. Yes, he'd be okay. However, dropping in health this quickly was a bit concerning - just tired this morning, and now this. Not caring to turn on his back again, he stayed on his side, trying to force some control over his body.
"I didn't expect this." The white-haired shinigami then added, honestly. His voice was hoarse and strained as he spoke and he closed his eyes again to attempt to shut out how dizzy he was. One pale hand reached out, sliding into Shunsui's. His fingers entwined with the larger hand's, and he kept his hand there, stealing some strength from his oldest and closest friend.
"I'm sorry." Jyuushirou then said, though he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for. Being sick again? Worrying him? Being too proud to actually say how bad this felt? Even Aizen had said he was too proud, and sometimes Jyuushirou thought the man had been right.
---
"Maa, what are you saying? Don't worry about it. It's not your fault."
Juushirou always played down his sickness, of course, so when the ill man mentioned it being unexpected, it caused Shunsui to become concerned. His lover was pale and sweaty, even more so than usual, and without a thermometer to check it, there was no telling how high the fever might be.
But Shunsui didn't really have anything he could do about it. He considered taking away the blanket, knowing that added heat couldn't be good for a fever, but he had no background in medicine, and seeing how much Juushirou was shivering, he figured he'd rather his lover be comfortable.
If they were home, at the Ugendou, it would be different. He could call for Unohana, and leave it in her capable hands. Now, things being what they were, he was hesitant to even ask for help in such a place. Things were dangerous here, and who knows how much the others, even from his own world, had to deal with right now.
It was a rare occurrence, but he had done this before. He would find a way to see Juushirou through.
---
If they were home... but they weren't, and that feeling was rather clear to the ailing shinigami at the moment. He had, however, heard that Kotetsu-fukutaichou was here, so if things got worse...
He couldn't allow himself to think that. If he rested... then it would be better. He didn't have time to be sick, but then again, he never did. Jyuushirou wanted to be able to be there for those who needed him. From what he had understood, Kurotsuchi Mayuri was the only other captain in this City; and with all the dangers and all the arrancar running loose, he wanted to protect those he cared about. How could he do that when he almost couldn't breathe?
As on cue, he coughed again, grimacing against the pain. Slumping back against the futon as the coughing ended, he mumbled something incoherent before either falling asleep or passing out - the difference was almost impossible to notice. His breathing was erratic and worn, but not as panicked as before. He still had his hand in Shunsui's.
---
"Juu?"
No answer. Was he asleep or did he pass out? But it couldn't have been a good sign with a fever that high. Shunsui remembered vaguely times when Unohana had forced him to stay awake. Could this be one of those times?
"Juushirou? Don't fall asleep on me, here." Shunsui shook the ill man's shoulder, gently with his free arm. His old friend remained unconscious.
Dammit. This is bad, isn't it?
Perhaps he would have to ask for help after all.