[✅] Ichigo & Kisuke: Forever and Always

Chapter 21

[Part Three] Thanksgiving of 2010!

Your Point of View (I and me)

As I am walking through Kisuke's home, I find myself thinking back to what had happened last night... Kisuke would hit on me and so forth, sure. But I never take him seriously. Sure, he's cute and strong and handsome and the things that man says could make the devil blush but I never thought that I'd end up liking him and Ichigo at the same time... Blushing slightly, I shake my head. Ichigo and myself? We have a very serious relationship. And frightenigly enough, I have also found myself taking more of a likeing to Kisuke lately then I should. And that confrontation last night with Kisuke has me a little on edge and really, really unsure. Is there a possibility that I could be in love with both of them? Can I have both of these men in my life... At the same time? Honestly, I would be happy with just Ichigo for the rest of my life but... Ugh. I am so selfish I guess. If I am just as much in love with Kisuke, why would I not want to be with him as well? But the man is sneaky and secretive... I know nothing about his past and his family. Does he have family? And why was he sent away from the Soul Society all those years ago? I run my hand over a map on the wall of the library. Wait, when the hell did I get into the library? I sigh out deeply. I plop down in a chair and sigh into my hand again. I pull my brow together. Since when does Kisuke have a library study? I walk over to a shelf and pull a book of Shakespeare poetries off the shelf.

"He plowed her and she cropped."

"Romeo, Romeo, where art thy Romeo?" A small chuckle catches my attention. I turn and grin at Kisuke who is wearing a pair of nicer blue jeans and a white button up shirt. I can see the white muscle shirt underneath.

"Isn't it my Romeo?" He looks quizzically at me. I open my mouth and close it again.

"Noooo?" I answer in more of a question than an actual answer.

"No. I'm pretty sure I have that right. And that is comeing from a girl who took both Shakespeare Comedies and Tragedies. I was always awkwardly paired with the teacher when my friend was gone..."

"My, my, my... I never knew you were the type."

"The type?" I cock my head a little and catch the way Kisuke's eyes seem to take in every angle of my face. I stare curiously at him and he turns away to stare at one of the shelves.

"The type to have a fling with a teacher." His infamous fan is out as he begins faning himself with it. Snapping it closed he slaps it into the palm of his hand repeatedly with a bored look. I clasp my hands behind my back tightly. This is a serious topic.

"I did not have a fling with my teacher." My faces scrunches up in digust and distrust. I turn away quickly as the tears threaten to fall.

"Never say such things to me again, Mr. Urahara." With that, I turn on my heel with the intention to leave the room. As I stride past him Kisuke looks at me shocked. I've never used his full name before. Ever. Not even when we first met. It was always a first name basis but that is because I am a generally personal person. I will call you by your name out of respect. As I pass him, Kisuke seems to snap back into reality. He snatches my wrist and I turn involuntarily  due to the contact. I lock eyes with Kisuke and his grip loosens just enough that I yank my arm away from his grip. He takes a single step towards me but then stops.

"It was just a joke, (Name)." His voice is surprised. I lift my hand and point at him.

"A joke? Seriously? It wasn't funny, Urahara! Maybe you should watch that waggleing tongue of yours." I seethe angrily before taking a deep breathe. I make a motion with my hand in a down and no manner as I say,