[Bleach Fanfic] Without Clothes (Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi)

“Qin Air”, “No Clothes”

Who says we have no clothes? I share my robe with you. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and halberds. We share the same foe!

Who says we have no clothes? I share my undergarment with you. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and lances. We march together!

Who says we have no clothes? I share my skirts with you. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our armor and weapons. We go together!

“From the Tang Air”

Who says I have no clothes? I have seven. But they are not as comfortable and fortunate as your clothes.

Who says I have no clothes? I have six. But they are not as comfortable and warm as your clothes.

The title comes from “No Clothes” in the Book of Songs. There are two poems called “No Clothes” in the Book of Songs. One is the one most of us studied in high school, from “Qin Air,” about the bond between comrades in arms. The other is from “Tang Air,” and its general meaning is to express longing for a friend through descriptions of clothing. You can look up the meaning online if you're curious. "Covers face" I really am lazy...

Urahara Kisuke and Shihouin Yoruichi's relationship isn't a young couple's tender romance, nor is it all sweet talk and endearments. It's a bond between comrades and confidants, ready to stake their lives on each other. They fit together perfectly, yet remain independent individuals, complementing one another without interfering.

No one knows where this story will lead. But even if one of them passes away, they will remain the same independent, spirited people. It's just that every Qingming Festival, one will pour a drink in remembrance of the other. It's not that they lack feeling; the dead are gone, so why add to the sorrow? And if their characters are good, perhaps the story will let them stand side by side as perfectly matched confidants. Who says there's no one who understands you ahead? If there is one person in the world who understands me, that's a blessing, a comfort, and enough. Holding one person's hand is all it takes to look down upon the world and laugh at its follies.

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