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See Me	By : orchidlover Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 5997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine. These are Tite Kubo’s characters and I’m just borrowing them purely for fun and entertainment purposes and I’m not making any money off this!

Chapter List
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Pairing: Kyouraku Shunsui / Ise Nanao

Summary: Fallout after the Winter War. I always wondered why Nanao was the only fukutaicho not to be shown during the Winter War Arc with Aizen.

A/N: Unlike my other fics on here, this is a multi-chapter fic and a work in progress. I’ve written most of the sex scenes already but this fic is heavier on plot than my others, so beware.

See Me

Chapter 1: Repercussion

When he entered the office, he saw Nanao get up from the sofa against the wall. She turned towards him slowly and looked him over with no expression whatsoever on her face. That was alright because he knew what she saw. Blood was still caked in his hair. His pink haori – gone. His shihakusho frayed and practically drenched in blood, his and his enemy’s. And he probably looked as tired and plain out exhausted as he felt.

There was no movement for a split second before his Nanao stepped forward so she stood right before him. She reached up and cradled his head gently down into her shoulder and Shunsui breathed in her clean scent on a sigh, his arms pressing her hard against his tired body. She smelled so clean. Clean of blood. Safe and… home. Now he was truly home. He had survived. A shudder went through him.

Before he could really appreciate the feeling, though, Nanao stepped out of his embrace and now he saw for the first time, a few sheets of paper in her hand. Without looking at him, she pressed the papers into his chest, expecting him to hold onto them, which he reflexively did.

“Nanao-,” perplexed, he wanted to know what was going on but before he could continue, Nanao stepped backwards towards the door and cut him off in a voice that could have cut through glass,

“I resign.”

Before Shunsui could react, Nanao had stepped out of the office, leaving him completely stupefied.

Ooo-ooO

An hour earlier

It wasn’t easy getting an audience with the soutaicho, especially not when he had come back from war minus one arm but she managed it. She was Ise Nanao, she was good at having people do her bidding. She guessed her icy stare helped somewhat.

When she had finally found him in the Fourth Division, and had handed him the papers to sign, he paused for a moment. Then he looked at her with a shrewd expression on his face.

Before he could say anything though, Nanao started in an even voice, “I know this is not the right moment for this, soutaicho. However, exactly because of recent events I feel it is the only thing I can do. The Great Spirit Library or the Academy indeed really could need my administrative skills or teaching skills, whereas a low-level Shinigami could fill out most forms that come through the divisions if shown properly. It really is not rocket science. Also, I have been continuously getting offers from the Kido Corps over the years, where my expertise would be suitably used.”

He just continued to look at her, his left arm (or what was left of it) in a bandage. Nanao tried not to look at it.

“You want this to be effective immediately?” He asked, not giving away anything in his voice.

“Yes, sir.”

“You do realise that this is a crucial time and the whole of Seireitei will be working to get everything up and running again right now.”

“Yes, sir.” There was no need for further explanations or excuses. He knew she had been left by Kyouraku-taicho when her masterful skills at kido had been wasted ‘organising Plan B’ and the soutaicho knew her skills, administrative as well as her Shinigami powers were wasted as basically a glorified secretary in the Eight…

“Then so be it.”

Ooo-ooO

Shunsui was still paralyzed. What the hell had just happened? Nanao had hugged him to herself, she had hugged him and he had felt like he was home and then… he looked down at the forms, clearly seeing the ‘Resignation’, stamped on top, with the soutaicho’s and Nanao’s signatures, in clear and stark font. What the…

Stepping outside his office, he shunpoed across Seireitei to his small house, just outside the second Rukongai district, near the woods, off from all the Gotei13 hubbub. He entered his home, looking around and knowing instantly that something was off.

Quickly he strode into his bedroom, the forms still clasped tightly in his grip. He slid open the door and found… nothing. No little trinkets on the set of drawers there against the wall. No set of antique fans over the bed that Nanao had brought from her rooms… quickly he walked across the room to open his wardrobe and saw Nanao’s side completely empty!

Shunsui felt like collapsing. This, this was not the way he meant for things to happen. He knew Nanao wouldn’t be happy with his decision but to go to such lengths?! He spread out his senses and… couldn’t feel her at all?! What was going on? Now frantic he left his house in a hurry. House, it wasn’t home any longer.

Ooo-ooO

The first time Shunsui had had sex with Nanao, Nanao had been drunk and too young.

Shunsui remembered it clearly, while racing across Soul Society. She had just become his fukutaicho. She had been so unbelievably young, he still somewhat cringed at it, especially after his loins stirred at the memory…

He knew she was going to win, so when she put down his pleasant-natured now ex-fukutaicho with a complex kido spell, he was beaming with pride, while noting her heavily bleeding left arm and her shredded uniform leg on the same side, where his ex-fukutaicho had gotten in two lucky strikes at the very beginning when Nanao-chan had still been adorably nervous. But it had given her one big wake-up call.

She was glorious, wisps of hair had escaped her severe hair clip, to softly caress her face. Her breasts were heaving from the slight exertion she had undergone, making his mind wander to other things that would make her breasts heave thus. He shook his head firmly at that thought. He had a healthy libido, he admitted that freely, but this was his Nanao-chan. The little kid that had grown up to be such an incredible asset to his Division. She was a fierce thing, standing there. Damn, dangerous thoughts, these.

With a wry smile he went into the training grounds and saw Nanao standing in the middle of it with a sort of perplexed look on her face until she glimpsed him coming and she actually reciprocated his grin that must be splitting his face now. The division roared and his ex-fukutaicho was helped to his feet with well-meant jokes and jibes. Furenai, the ex-fukutaicho, kind of smiled but he was a good-sport and he had known he was basically used by Shunsui for his paperwork skills until someone better came along.

It didn’t surprise anyone in the division that this someone was Ise Nanao.

He had trained her from the moment, Lisa had gone missing, seeing a lost child that had felt so much of his own pain then that they shared their pain and drew strength from it, making them work unbelievably well together. It hadn't taken him long to realize why his missing fukutaicho had taken Nanao-chan under her wing. She was exceptional.

Of course graduating from the Spirit Academy at her age hinted at it, seeing and experiencing it were two different things. She had promise but the thought of losing her was just too much so he might have been a bit soft on her.

He cringed at seeing tiny Nanao-chan in front of his mind's eye, which he quickly replaced with the vision before him. He sighed.

It was astonishing, seeing Nanao-chan let loose. He hadn't seen it often, actually he couldn't remember ever seeing it but now Nanao-chan was truly relaxing at the party held in her honour. Of course the alcohol that the Division members had basically forced down her throat might have helped.

Shunsui himself was getting a good buzz that had him smiling non-stop, until Nanao-chan nearly fell off a table, which was when he sauntered over to her and plucked her from her precarious perch. The blinding smile she gave him had him smiling back at her with no restraints.

Maybe he was a bit more drunk than he thought. Nonetheless, he took it upon himself to accompany her home, well to her room, really. As third seat, she’d had a room to herself but still shared her bathroom with others on her floor, now that she was the fukutaicho, soon she’d move into her new set of rooms, which weren’t that much bigger, but had their own bathroom.

Arriving at her door, after longer than it should have taken, before he could think anything about it, he had leaned down to her level and had kissed her cheek, “Congratulations, Nanao-chan, I knew you were going to do it.”

Nanao looked up at him with absolute joy and a slight blush. Joy at having been good enough to become his fukutaicho, and he was immensely glad since Nanao already as third seat had taken over many of the responsibilities of a fukutaicho especially concerning the paperwork work-load - for which he would be eternally grateful – so there wouldn’t be an excessive turn-over adjustment time.

She looked so cute standing there in her uniform soon adorned with her fukutaicho badge. He looked at her properly and thought she was growing up into a fine woman. Her hair was still in the same style as she had worn it in her youth. Just tickling her jaw but everything else seemed to have changed. She wasn’t particularly tall, but then again he was tall enough to think pretty much everyone was small.

Her glasses rested cutely on her pert little nose and her skin seemed rose petal soft. Shunsui had to shake his head at this point. What was he thinking?! This was his little Nanao-chan he was thinking about. He guessed he needed to get laid, seeing as it had surely been three days since that last bout with that red-haired beauty in the thirteenth district that actually had been a natural red-haired beauty.

Nanao had a very classical beauty though. Her face was symmetric, her skin pale and soft, her body toned and lithe but still curved nicely at hip, waist and breasts, although they seemed to be a bit on the small side, Shunsui’s palms still itched to cup and knead them as he thought they would be infinitely full and perky.

Again, he had to shake his head. He shouldn’t be thinking like that about his new fukutaicho. He had practically raised her but looking at her now, he just couldn’t think of anything else. It was the alcohol. Yes, it definitely was. He still couldn’t look away, though.

Nanao was drunk. She knew she was, even though she had never drank too much before. It felt funny. Everything was funny. She had become the new fukutaicho today. All of her training and studying had come to fruit today and she did not see why she could not celebrate together with her Division, since they were celebrating her. It was so unbelievably amazing, somehow she still could not believe it. It was a time to celebrate, which she actually did. Of course never really having been much for socialising with her Division, mainly because she had been too young for much of the time she had been here, her social skills were quite restricted to her books.

But now she was grown-up. Mostly, anyways. She wouldn’t mind if her breasts decided to get fuller at some point but Unohana-taicho had said she had pretty much finished growing, at her last check-up. She had gone to be sure she was at full strength and Unohana had told her she had the body-maturity of the equivalent to a nineteen-year old Real World woman. Hence, pretty much fully grown.

She started feeling quite funny, when her taicho offered to take her home. Ah her taicho. Her hero. He had pushed her and teased her into becoming a strong, determined and courageous person, and she would forever be thankful for it. After Yadomarou-fukutaicho’s disappearance, he had been her rock, the only one who really associated with her in the Division. She was the youngest member and while her powers outclassed many of her older Division members, her emotional maturity wasn’t quite as developed yet, which made the Division members not really know what to do with her. They hadn’t been mean to her or anything but they had steered clear of her.

Look at her now, drunk, getting taken home by her handsome taicho on a moonless night. It was all quite romantic, so when her taicho stopped at the door to her quarters - which would change soon, a giddy thought interrupted – and kept staring at her, she could feel herself blushing slightly at the attention especially as he had kissed her cheek.

Maybe it was the alcohol or just the celebratory mood (probably a combination of the two), she couldn’t remember afterwards but suddenly she went on her tip-toes, leaned forward and touched her lips to her taicho’s sloppily. She didn’t know what she was doing, she had never kissed anyone, had never been kissed but suddenly she wanted to know what all the fuss was about, the giggles between girlfriends…

For a second, her taicho froze and she knew she was doing something wrong, he would push her away as soon as he was over his surprise and they would pretend this never happened, but she just wanted to feel like a grown-up woman for once.

But instead of her drunken musing’s outcome, suddenly the lips over hers opened and a tongue slid a wet path across her lips. His head slanted to the left and she didn’t know what he was doing until he whispered, “Open for me,” across her lips. With a gasp, she opened unwittingly, her mouth invaded by his tongue. She snapped her eyes open in her drunken haze and just saw her taicho’s face, so close, his eyes shut. She could smell him now. A mixture of strong sake and … him.

It was all so very strange but she somehow liked it, his breath was coming in short puffs against her face and she found it all very exciting. Especially when he slung an arm around her waist and walked her backwards into her quarters, his hand anchored at her hip. His body was hard all-over. Despite his lackadaisical daily routine, he must keep in shape, Nanao thought. Never had she been this close to a man except for training, never had she felt like this. And it was glorious.

Stop. Stop! STOP! Was all Shunsui could think, however, doing it was quite a different matter. Her little body lush against his, felt unbelievably right. Especially since her body was doing that age-old rhythm against his that he thought she wasn’t even aware of, which made him even hotter and made his brain shout, “Stop,” even louder. But seemingly, it was beyond his abilities, so when his body eventually did move, for a second he screamed in denial, which was soon rectified when he realized his body was moving her into her quarters for more privacy.

Her tongue curled around his in wanton invitation and he increased his depth of possession, wanting to possess her so much more. Slowly his hands met at her pelvis, where her uniform was knotted together. He opened her obi, making her gasp, which he took into himself, while his fingers slowly glided into her opened uniform, taking it apart so it only hang on her shoulders, baring her beautiful breasts.

Nanao couldn’t think anymore. This wasn’t anything she had experience with, so she let her taicho do with her what he wanted, his strong hands opening her uniform to the slight chill of the air while his kiss increased in desperation. She knew about sex and thought that it would happen tonight. She wasn’t scared. There wouldn’t be any pain from a broken hymen since at Unohana-taicho’s check-up a few weeks ago, Nanao had asked to have it removed so it wouldn’t hamper her performance at the fukutaicho try-out, even if inadvertently. So there shouldn’t be pain, anyways.

With panting breath, she thought she should do something too, instead of just gripping his flamboyant pink haori. So she relieved him of his pink rebellion, soon followed by his actual captain’s haori, which Nanao would love to see on him at some point without the pink haori but she just couldn’t manage to open her eyes.

She had a few troubles getting his light blue obi open, while still walking back towards her futon, so Shunsui took the hands that he had on her, one tightly embedded in her hair to direct her kiss in the right position, while his other was slowly stripping, sliding her uniform off her upper body. It was that hand he used to help her struggles and soon she had him free of the trappings on his chest, exposing his manly chest to her fingers, her eyes still closed, her mouth still tightly and wetly fused to his.

Shunsui didn’t think about stopping anymore. Her tongue was a gift from the gods and her body must have been dunked in silk at birth. There was no way he was going to stop. He didn’t fool himself anymore.

When she nearly fell over, he deduced they had arrived at her futon and he laid them onto the mattress, while still kissing. When Nanao-chan was flat on her back, he came over her, supporting his weight with the hand that was tight in her hair.

With a gasp he separated their lips to the displeasure of Nanao-chan who groaned in disappointment but he soon appeased her as his mouth wandered down her throat in a wet slide to the beautiful peak of her breast. When he pressed the nipple in between his teeth, she cried out for a moment before undulating her body against him, which had him nearly abandon all reason. His other hand was working at removing the pants-part of her uniform which was helped by her fierce undulations, until she was completely stripped and he stopped attending to her breast to look his fill of her beautiful, lithe body.

Her glasses were gone, he didn’t know when he had ripped the from her face, her hair halo-ing her face in a dark wreath, her breasts, while not as large as some he had seen, were larger than he had thought but he had been right to deduce they were the perkiest, fullest things he had ever had the pleasure of gripping in his hands, which he did now, seeing as he couldn’t not. Her arm and thigh were bandaged but he saw no blood seeping through so he soon put them out of his mind.

She was young, maybe too young but when on a slight press of his hand she let her legs fall open, he stopped thinking about that. Slowly, one hand still manipulating her breasts, the other wandered up her leg, over her shapely thighs to the place of his desire.

She was oh so wet, but that wouldn’t necessarily help her as he was bigger than average. Nanao-chan cried out as he slid his fingers along her labia, wetting her even more until he found her clit and pressed it between two fingers which had Nanao-chan gasp and bow her pelvis against him in sensual torment.

Nanao had her eyes closed tightly, her body nearly vibrating with her need when he slipped one of his fingers inside her sheath and gritted his teeth in pleasurable agony at the tightness he found. The absence of her innocence relieved and angered him at the same time but relief won out since he would have made himself stop if she had been virgin. He would have.

Slowly he imitated that age old rhythm that would soon have both their bodies under its spell, while adding a second finger to her cunt. Nanao-chan’s legs twitched before spreading herself even further, so her legs rested flush against the bedspread, completely opening herself to him. Gods, she was limber and his already hard cock jerked heavily, bubbling with pre-come.

Nanao opened her legs for his questing fingers thinking that she had never experienced anything of the like. Not even her own fingers could ever hope to elicit anything like this. Anything but his fingers seemed to be a pale imitation. However, when a third finger spread her nether lips, she did have to hide a sliver of pain as he spread her far beyond anything she had ever experienced. However, when his thumb started massaging her clit and his other hand teased her nipple with a merciless twist that had her produce even more fluid, in rivers it seemed.

When Shunsui relieved himself of his trousers, Nanao opened her eyes to see his glorious naked form for the first time. He was tall, his skin bronzed all over, he was muscled, she could see beneath his furred chest, as well as his arms and legs all looked amazingly strong and defined, and then she dared look in between his legs. And gasped. His stalk was as thick around as her wrist, she thought and it was long, and heavily veined, his balls hanging full and big in their sacks.

Unconsciously Nanao closed her knees as she saw his member but Shunsui opened them gently again before coming over her once more, this time to lie against her fully, his chest touching her breasts, his legs making room in between hers, bracing his weight on his arms though. Before she could really think about anything, his lips were upon hers once more, lulling her into a seductive fire that spread across her whole body.

He knew Nanao was small and tight so he would have to make her loose or she would feel pain that he didn’t want her experiencing. He was drunk but not that drunk.

Shunsui was kissing her with all decadence he could produce, letting his tongue slide along hers before pulling back and making her follow him out of her mouth where he swiped across her tongue before pushing it back into her mouth exploring her. She had been so shy when he had started kissing her but now she was fully reciprocating his every move as if she knew what he was going to do. It was heaven and hell at once.

Soon he licked a path down her chest, where he paid attention to her nipples, bathing the dark pink nubs and pulling on them slightly, as he had discovered she liked that edge. While he enjoyed giving it.

Further down he travelled until he was at the gate to her juicy cunt where with a swipe of his tongue he collected her scent onto his taste buds, making her whimper. She rippled against him which made him restrain her middle, so he could enjoy the feast before him. And he did enjoy every single crevice of her little cunt, so sooner rather than later he had her shouting out in abandon and he felt some more fluid leaking against her already drenched slit.

Shunsui got up from his lying position between her legs to once again come over her, this time without leaning on her body, though. One of his hands stayed to play with her sensitive nether regions, making her take three fingers again before he slowly spread them open inside her, deeper and deeper so he knew she could take him, while not comfortably, probably, still without real pain.

He looked into her face, gauging her expressions to look for pain and although sometimes he thought he saw a hint of it, her fiercely erotic face won out, swollen lips held tightly between her teeth, her sensitive body moving against his fingers instead of pulling away from them, when she was near a climax once more he knew another scissoring move would have her shatter, he notched his cock against her tiny slit, bathing his dark, blood filled member with her opulent juices. He came over her, framing her face in-between his forearms so she couldn’t look away while he pressed his cock into her cunt. Her legs framed his hips beautifully but he knew she needed more room.

“Spread your legs more.” Was all he brought forth in the heat. But she followed his direction without thought, making him throb and swell even more to a point he thought his cock would spill before he had even seated himself fully inside her.

As her legs descended to the mattress, more room was made for him so with more pressure that he put behind his thrust, he popped the crown of his cock into her tight cunt and was surrounded by wet heat. His head hung so he could hide his expression from her which spoke of true bliss, and he only had the very tip inside her.

Slowly he rocked his body in and out, in and out, not substantially but more and more, teasing her opening, so eventually when she had about half of him and he was beyond crazed, he thrust hard into her slight channel, until he came up against her end, his big balls slapping wetly against her buttocks and her legs coming up against his hips as if to ward him off, however instead of trying to push him out, Nanao interlaced her legs behind his ass, as if to hold him in her. Although it seemed near imperative he move, he knew she needed time to adjust to his size and with slow movement he laid himself against her body, letting his cock move into her that one last inch that had her convulse in ecstasy, her sheath trying to milk him, while she came hotly against him, although he was too big for her inner muscles to properly convulse against him, still her sheath got even tighter and he panted as he experienced her shuttering, shattering orgasm.

When her ripples had abated for the most part, he slid his cock out of her channel until he was about half way, then he thrust forward again, against her, nudging her cervix making her cry out. He repeated the motion, seeing as she liked the sensation of having her cervix touched so intimately, only a few women did, and he established a harsh rhythm that her body followed beautifully, while her feet still rested against his ass, probably feeling his muscles contract as he surged in and out of her.

When she came the next time, he followed her, loading her full of his cum, it felt like he had become a hose.

His body was heavy on hers but she didn’t seem to mind. Her breath came in hard gasps of air, and he actually managed to turn them around so he was on the bottom with her sprawled over his body, still clasping his semi-erect cock in the tightest of cunts he had ever had the pleasure of cumming into.

Her taicho let his palms glide along her back soothingly, stroking over her sweaty back, trying to calm her racing heart, however, what he did was make her even more aware of his cock still swollen inside her. Nanao didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do. This had been cataclysmic. Never could she have imagined this act to be so all-consuming, so earth-shattering, making her lose herself. Some semblance of control returned after having sweated so much of the alcohol, and she still couldn’t grasp why they had done this.

Nanao tried to move but as she wiggled, the most amazing thing happened inside her pussy. Her taicho’s cock swelled up even more and she could feel it expanding, could feel her sore pussy stretching around his massive invasion, could feel up-until-recently unused muscles strain, but in such a pleasurable way, she just managed to gasp.

“Take me one more time.” Shunsui whispered against her ear, while already pushing his hips up and down.

His cock invaded and retreated, pushing his whole length into her rippling depths. Before long both had a gentle climax, needed after their shattering first peak.

They fell asleep like that, her draped across him, his big member still clasped into her.

When Nanao woke up the next morning for a moment all she felt was heat. It felt as if a furnace was in her bed. She was lying on her side and she soon noticed a heavy arm draped across her body, one palm cradling her breast possessively.

She had a bit of a headache and gritty eyes but soon remembered the happenings of the day … and night before.

She followed the hairy arm that held her breast in such a firm grip up and when she looked back she only managed to close her eyes. By all the gods, she had really done it. She had had sex. She had had her first sex with her taicho. Unbelievable.

With a desperate puff of air she pinched his arm hard which only had her taicho grumbling, nothing else. After a few seconds, she felt his hips come in closer contact with her back and felt his massive tool hard against her. Nanao elbowed him into his side, with a decisive, “Taicho!” thrown in which definitely woke him up.

He came awake just to look at her. His palm on her breast convulsed then he slowly slid it away from her when his body turned over so he lay on his back, one arm thrown over his face.

Shunsui didn’t know what to think. He knew what he had done but it still didn’t help for it to be morning now and see the consequences in broad daylight.

He heaved his body into a sitting position before leaning over, cradling her face and kissing her forehead, before he slowly and carefully got up as if everything still hurt before he collected his clothes from around the room, his cock, semi-aroused, pulling his clothes over it and leaving with a last backward glance but without speaking one word.

Nanao just looked after him for a few minutes, trying to comprehend him leaving without speaking to her but to save her sanity she decided that he had done it to not complicate things even more. She could appreciate this and she would even though something hurt fiercely inside her heart at him just leaving, although she was somewhat stumped to think of what the kiss on her forehead had meant.

Eventually Nanao got up, feeling sore muscles pull that had never hurt before. She felt weird as she noticed things seeping out of her pussy. She put some fingers there to catch … his seed that was bubbling out of her and blushed to the roots of her hair as she observed the pearlescent glossy stuff seeping along her fingers.

Well, she had been deflowered while drunk, however it had been her taicho and she knew she would never forget the experience as long as she lived.

Shunsui thought back to that one morning and how he had had absolutely no idea on how to behave. At first in the office he behaved as if nothing had changed, he saw she wasn’t ready to face what had happened and to be honest with himself, neither had he been. So things went back to normal, or as normal as things usually were for a taicho and a fukutaicho, although he noticed that Nanao, while never having been really exuberant before, became somewhat more uptight with him.

He himself returned to his old habits of women-chasing, although with less gusto after having had the pleasure of Nanao’s tightness around him. And it seemed Nanao-chan got even colder after hearing about all his continued conquests.

It stayed like that for a few decades until one fateful day in the office when he caught Nanao-chan change her uniform after a training got a bit out of hand and he saw her exquisite form once more. After that there had been a time when he had been extra flirtatious with her and he tried to be around her with his own uniform not covering his chest as often as possible since he knew she liked his form too. He was getting her hot and the shy hot glances she tried to hide that she threw to his chest, were making him hot.

Until one evening when both had actually been busy with paperwork and had stayed late in the office when something seemed to have come over them both and Shunsui practically threw her against the wall, ripped her uniform and with barely any foreplay, sunk into her depths. Afterwards, without even asking, he wouldn’t let her think about this, he had taken her back to his little house and some more hot, sweaty sex ensued.

Although they had played a bit of a cat and mouse game after, eventually he overrode her and just took her home with him after every working day and he couldn’t remember when but her things, slowly but surely, started to appear in his house. First his bathroom, then the rest. And Nanao-chan started sleeping over even without sex (although that was exceedingly rare but even he wouldn’t expect sex when she was sick!) and without even talking about it – they had a relationship…

Shunsui remembered the beginning of their relationship and how it had played out. He knew that he might have been a bit too protective of her but she was his lover. She was his to take care of. Gods, what had happened to have this all change? Where was she? He couldn’t feel her at all. Had she fled to the Real World. Alone? He had so many questions and knew he would get them answered at the First Division.
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