Shunsui Kyouraku looked at the white-haired shinigami in front of him, a smirk curving his lip ever so slightly.
The handsome man had been by his side for as long as he could remember. Their academy days spent in each other's company, the other's green eyes always light yet somehow disapproving of his actions. He always shared a special bond with this one, their souls followed the same path. Yama-ji had said so. He had never given it much thought, it was fact whatever it meant.
Always by his side no matter what, Jyuushiro Ukitake looked at him differently for once in their long friendship. Those kind green eyes had always somehow hid something deeper that lay just beyond Shunsui's grip, always guarded despite their path, or perhaps, as he thought now, because of their path.
Today, of all days, they bared all to him. The gentle caress to his cheek as he lay wounded, the white-hair shinigami in no shape to be up himself, told a cent