HallloweenKatt

“Jyuu,” said Kyoraku one night when he and his best friend were sitting upon the 8th Division roof, gazing at the stars hanging above them in the night sky, “Does it hurt?” “Hm?” Ukitake replied, not taking his eyes off the twinkling lights. Kyoraku cleared his throat uneasily. “Does it hurt?” he repeated. “I don’t know what you mean, Shunsui. Does what hurt?” said the 13th Division Captain, looking at his friend confusedly. “Your illness.” A small chuckle escaped Ukitake’s lips. He sighed, a sad smile still playing on his face, and closed his hazel eyes. “Of c