ahahaha wow i'm early for something! happy birthday, harmony! here is a little story for you!to
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nah, not really. this is total G-rated MOOSH! also a little bit o' kira angst!Wishes
“Hmm. It’s nearly midnight,” Kira Izuru observed aloud as he sat by himself at his desk. He had been there nearly all day, all night, still trying to sort out the mess left by his former captain. Unfortunately, he did not get through much of it; he had spent most of his time staring off into space. He was distracted. He let out a wistful sigh, leaned his face heavily on one hand and spun his pen in circles with the other.I used to like my birthday. People that I didn’t even know well would give me small tokens, or write a message for me. Now there are ten minutes left of my birthday and not a single soul has so much as recognized it. Not one birthday greeting, not more than a simple “Hello” from anybody all day long. Though I’m surprised if they so much as look at me after all that’s happened. I feel like nobody trusts me anymore.
Izuru spun his pen for the hundredth time before looking up again at the clock. “Eight minutes,” he mouthed softly. He slumped back in his seat, dragging his elbow off of his desk, letting his arm fall away from his cheek and onto his lap. Nobody likes me anymore. No, don’t be stupid. You still have friends. They’re just busy. Too busy to remember your birthday. That’s okay. And I’m busy. Look at all this work. I never used to work on my birthday. Because nobody would let me. They’d say ‘No, Izuru! You can’t work on your birthday!’ This is the first time since I’ve been in Sereitei that nobody has stopped me. Nobody cares. I deserve to be the one to clean up this mess. They all know that. I understand.
Three minutes left. Izuru tried hard to fight back the tears that were pooling around his eyes, but they boiled over as he threw his arms on top of his desk and buried his face in the crease of his elbow.
“Birthdays are supposed to be happy!” the blonde cried loudly into his sleeve. “I don’t care about cards or gifts, or cake or parties! I just want somebody to wish me a happy birthday!”
“Then what the hell am I supposed to do with all of this?” Hisagi Shuuhei inquired from the doorway, both arms holding a reasonable pile of small wrapped gifts and a boxed cake. “I’m sorry. Am I too late?”
“No,” Izuru sobbed, looking up at him with his embarrassed puppy eyes. Of course. Shuuhei’s in the same boat as I am. He probably wanted to get his work done, too. How could I be so stupid, so selfish…
“Aw, don’t cry on your birthday, Izuru,” coaxed Shuuhei as he placed the boxes on the corner of the desk and stepped over to wrap his arms around the back of the younger man.
“I’m not crying,” the stubborn blonde pouted.
“Renji and Rangiku were sent off to Karakura with Hitsugaya, so they asked me to deliver some things to you. Even Momo sent a note for you,” Shuuhei explained, leaning closer, nuzzling the side of his face against his companion’s wet cheek. “And I baked you a chocolate raspberry cake. I remember we had that once somewhere and you said that you liked it. So I hope it came out right.”
Izuru showed a teary smile, then reached up to clasp a slender hand across the back of Shuuhei’s neck to pull him in closer.
“Happy birthday, Izuru.”