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Rewired: Two Down
When classes started the next year, Lieutenant Hisagi honestly thought he would be relieved. No more imbeciles pulling stunts that got him dragged out of bed at insane hours - hours when he was in bed or, on three rather embarrassing occasions, hungover - to dish out punishment, no more handling the work of a lieutenant and a captain and a teacher... It should have been a load off his shoulders.
But it wasn't. He found he missed helping the studious, serious learners, like Kurosaki and the mousy brunette who'd had to flee to him one evening for help with a persistent boor who didn't have the intelligence to be scared when Kira had threatened him. Shuuhei had casually draped an arm over the scared girl's shoulders, downed his latest serving of sake, and grinned toothily.
"So, I take it he's making a nuisance of himself?" he'd growled, grinning cruelly. When brown hair waved in a timid nod, he'd sat her down in his own chair and told his drinking companions, "Watch her."
Words and assignments were his methods of discipline only inside Squad Nine; outside, he had neither the authority nor the patience. So he'd calmly poured himself another cup of sake and gestured with his fingers for the persistent man to begin. "Bring it on, amateur," he'd drawled amusedly, drinking his sake. The cup was to his lips when the other man lunged, and Shuuhei didn't turn a hair. He just lowered his center of gravity and gave the man such a punch to the stomach that he flew backward and took out a table. (Thankfully the table was empty, or it would've started a bar brawl - not that Hisagi would have minded; it would have entertained him. But this fool wasn't worth having to pay damages.)
Shakily, the man stood up again, roaring with anger, and charged. Finished with his current drink, the tattooed officer set his cup before the girl with a soft but pointed clink and finally acted. Eyes darkening with annoyance, the raven-haired lieutenant quickly moved forward and chopped down with the edge of his hand. He caught the other man a blow to the neck that was all the more cruel for its carefully calculated strength; it didn't knock him cold, just caused extreme pain.
"Next time you try to pick on someone," he growled as he hefted the limp weight by its shirt and pants, "you might think about the fact that everyone has friends." Pitching the groaning man out of the bar headfirst, he returned to the table with another chair and retrieved his cup.
"...friends?" the girl asked faintly. "You were my sensei."
Grinning smugly as he poured himself more sake, Hisagi winked at her. "He doesn't know that. And you'd fit in with everyone here if you'd just remember we're not going to bite you for no reason - and if we do, either you can get paybacks, or someone else will do it for you."
Then Rangiku arrived. She must have recognized the girl because with an enthusiastic exclamation she hugged the younger woman tight and insisted she stay longer and get to know everyone.
Needless to say, that night was long, chaotic and fun, and they introduced the little brunette to the joys of drinking with superiors. Her views on lieutenants and seated officers would never quite be the same again.

Ichigo Kurosaki wandered into his class the first day of his second year, wondering how the hell he was going to make it through this time. Lieutenant Hisagi was no longer his teacher, and his classes were boring. Since the only knowledge he lacked was about the history of Seireitei, Yamamoto had assigned him purely scholarly classes this year, which were great for the information but did nothing to help with his restlessness. He wanted to be out there fighting hollows, sparring with strong fighters like Renji and Grimmjow, something other than being stuck at a desk all day and studying all evening. This afterlife thing sucked.
And the year passed seemingly in a crawl, but when he looked back, Ichigo couldn't remember much of anything but his - very - occasional sparring matches and the history that had been drilled into his head...and the loneliness. But at the rate he was going, he'd graduate this year and be working as a shinigami again before the month was over.
Cheered by the thought, he was distracted as the captain called in to teach this lesson stepped through the door. When the door slid shut behind said captain, all Ichigo could do was stare.

Hisagi hadn't seen the shy brunette since the night he'd had to scare off that too-persistent male. The only one of his former students he'd seen more than a fleeting glimpse of since the new school year had started...was Kurosaki. And that was for sparring, which was a fairly rare occurrence, since the younger shinigami was studying hard in order to finish his required schooling as soon as possible. If he was hitting the books as hard as it seemed he was, the younger man would graduate this year. And, yeah, so all Kurosaki had to learn was the history and current affairs, but still, to have them down in two years was impressive, for someone who'd not known almost any of the material a scant few years before. Still, Hisagi's life currently seemed to be dragging its heels, or drifting aimlessly in the center of a becalmed area.
It was...kind of boring. At least with curious students, he was always entertained, and Kurosaki was most definitely interesting company. Actually, the kid had managed to leave him speechless once, too, and that was something very few others had ever done either. Shuuhei Hisagi might not speak every word that came to mind, but there was almost always something on the tip of his tongue, and Kurosaki had managed to astonish him so completely that words were out of the question.
But for the moment, he had squad business to attend to, so he slipped into shunpo and made his way to his office. Ninth's headquarters were drab, for the most part, although he allowed the seated officers to bring in small things to brighten the atmosphere.
Shuuhei's office, however, held only work. He had a policy: no alcohol at work, and no work when he was drinking. So his office held a copy of each and every edition of Seireitei Communication he'd ever released, but that was work-related. There was no alcohol on the premises.
Sitting down at his desk, the lieutenant pulled unfinished papers from a drawer and got to work once more.
Bored, bored, bored.
Kazeshini struggled once again for supremacy, hoping to 'stir things up' by what would no doubt be another attempt at killing his wielder. Luckily Shuuhei's attention had only just started to wander, so he caught the effort in time.
Damn it, Kazeshini! Calm the hell down! I've got work to do!
The blade made it crystal clear that he wanted action - if not something to kill, at least a sparring match worth his effort.
Shuuhei's eyes narrowed. Don't push your luck. If you behave, I'll see if I can scrounge up a good fight when I'm done, but if you don't, I'll keep you sealed for the next three decent sparring matches I have with anyone.
Grumbling to himself, Kazeshini subsided. He could be patient if he had to. He could!
He just didn't like to.

The second time Kurosaki shocked him to speechlessness was quite a bit different. It was just a few weeks before graduation, Shuuhei knew, and the last place he expected to find a student was wandering around a forest near the Shiba home. Especially this student. Kurosaki was normally so studious, so serious, so ready to take on the world if that was what he felt he needed to do.
A hundred paces away from his former student, the lieutenant stopped, waging an inner battle with himself. One part of him - the one that still insisted that Kurosaki Ichigo was a hotheaded, impetuous warrior with no respect for either power or authority - urged him to turn around, walk away, and finish his patrol in peace. The other part - which remembered the face of that small, quiet girl and the absolutely blinding smile on her face when she joined the Gotei Thirteen a year previously - wanted to go over and wipe away the odd, lost, nearly blank look on Kurosaki's face. Maybe with a wet rag, if that would work. Because that look was wrong, and if Shuuhei was a dog his hackles would be up.
Really, Shuuhei didn't have to know Kurosaki even as much as he did to know that blankness was something far out of the ordinary for him.
Eventually the second part won out, and Hisagi settled Kazeshini at his side and shoved through the surrounding undergrowth, ignoring the branches that whipped at his bare arms. It was a testament to Kurosaki's distraction that he didn't even notice Shuuhei until the lieutenant was almost on top of him, taking a seat against a nearby tree trunk and waiting in silence. The tattooed man didn't offer any words, didn't ask anything, merely waited as Kurosaki paced. He'd seen that expression before, on new recruits and old soldiers alike who had something on their mind they'd rather air, even if it took some doing. Because he knew that look, he would wait patiently and in silence until Kurosaki felt comfortable enough - or uncomfortable enough - to speak.
After a time, Kurosaki let out a sharp breath and threw himself to the ground next to Shuuhei, dropping his head back against the tree with a sigh. "That obvious?" he asked dryly. Somehow, he felt relieved that his former teacher was the one who'd found him. Lieutenant Hisagi was someone he respected, and truthfully Ichigo enjoyed their occasional sparring matches possibly a little more than his matches with Renji - because where the redheaded lieutenant was brash and perhaps overly straightforward, the scarred lieutenant reminded him more of a wolf...or a wolf pack. Hisagi was mostly straightforward, but when the situation called for it he could adopt a hunter's patience and cunning, and he was even more fun than Renji when drunk. (A drunken Renji was a responsibility Ichigo had been dumped with before, and avoided ever since.)
Shuuhei considered making a joke of it, shrugging it off, but that seemed a tad too rude. Everything he'd heard told him Kurosaki was a tight-lipped bastard where his own problems were concerned, and right at the moment he actually appeared about to talk to Shuuhei. So instead of using humor to defuse the tension, he simply nodded and offered, "You can vent, if it'd help. I promise it won't end up in the paper."
Kurosaki actually snorted at that, verging on laughter, and closed his eyes. Damn, why does it feel so...relieving...to talk to someone who's an asshole? After a second's thought, he realized, Well, he doesn't seem the type to lie to someone to make them feel better. "...I died when I was still pretty young, relatively," he said a moment later. "And I haven't really been dead for that long. There hasn't been a lot of time to really sort out who I am, any more than there was when I was fifteen."
The number was obscenely low to Shuuhei, a shock to hear. One thought of the savior of Seireitei as a hardened warrior, as something more than a teenager. But...Kurosaki had died only a few years after the age of fifteen, body and soul weakened by the strain of constantly being forced apart. Whatever short time he'd had, it had been spent in almost constant battles. He probably hadn't had any time at all to sort out most of the things people realized by the time they were his age.
It was easy enough to draw the right conclusions, even from just those three sentences. Kurosaki must have come to some sort of startling realization, and was trying to understand either why it hadn't happened earlier or why it had happened at all. Trying to keep his expression inviting, Shuuhei looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.
Kurosaki saw the look through slitted eyes and chuckled, shaking his head with weary amusement. "Byakuya came to give a lecture on tactics for long-ranged Zanpakuto at the Academy," he admitted. "He walked into the room and the first thought that came into my head was yum."
So much for being supportive. Whatever careful, consoling words Shuuhei had been about to offer evaporated as a cackle of horrified, helpless laughter escaped his mouth. He slapped a hand over his lips to muffle any further sounds, shoulders shaking with shocked amusement. If only he could see Captain Kuchiki's reaction to that statement - the look on his face would be exquisite, and the risk of death worthwhile.
Next to him, Kurosaki started to laugh, too, until the woods rang with the noise, both of them letting go of their mirth where Senbonzakura couldn't touch them. Eventually, Shuuhei managed to get himself back under control - mostly - sides aching and eyes watering, and wiped a shaky hand over his face. "God, if you ever say that to his face, give me advanced warning and enough time to grab a camera," he ordered, shaking his head. "Though it really could have been worse. The first time I thought that, it was about Yamamoto's lieutenant."
The redhead graced him with a look of tired, wary, amused disbelief. "That arrogant, moustached, by-the-rules guy? I don't see it. Not that I don't think somebody could like him; it's just that I don't see you liking him. You're too much of an ass, and I'm sure you don't say every snide comment you think." I don't. "But yeah, that would've been worse."
His words startled a chuckle from Shuuhei, who grinned affably. "Okay, you're right. So maybe it was Kisuke Urahara. He taught my class one year, early on. And for an eccentric genius, he's got damn good looks." The look on the redhead's face made him chuckle again.
"Mr. Hat-and-Clogs? You think he's hot? Have you seen him recently?"
Shuuhei graced the younger man with an amused glance and countered with, "Have you ever seen him without the hat I keep hearing about, or without the fan, let alone without both?" There was a pause that meant no, and the lieutenant kept talking. "I got lucky one night; I was on errand duty, as one of the students with better grades, and they sent me to fetch him. When I got there, the only thing he had on were sleeping pants." Sighing, he shook his head. "He thought I was overexcited or something, I think. I heard later he was really dense about the nicer emotions."
Well, Ichigo knew that was the truth. Urahara wasn't a genius when it came to any kind or loving emotion. Far from it, actually.
"Pity, really. Would've been fun, I think. I was always hearing about his genius mind, and I don't mean only scientifically." Shuuhei sighed. "Oh, well."
After a time, Ichigo remembered what he'd been going to ask and huffed out an amused breath, running his fingers through his hair. "So it's all right? There's no prejudice about it or anything?"
Shrugging, Shuuhei told the redhead, "I wouldn't say that. There are assholes everywhere, especially among the lower seats. But look at Ky�raku and Ukitake - they're powerful enough not to catch any crap for it. You won't either, I'm sure."
"And Ikkaku and Yumichika might as well have 'married and domestic' tattooed on their foreheads," Kurosaki agreed wryly, rubbing his hands over his face and getting rid of all traces of his earlier mirth. For reasons Shuuhei didn't completely understand, he rather mourned its loss. "I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. It was just a shock, you know?"
Remembering a time when his attraction to both sexes had left him reeling and uncertain, Shuuhei nodded. On a whim, he reached out and patted Ichigo on the shoulder. "Well, if you ever need to talk about it, I'm available. Though it does explain why you avoid Matsumoto when most guys your age would be hurling themselves at her. Not that I blame you."
That made Ichigo - Kurosaki - laugh again, even as he stood up. "Thanks, Lieutenant. I'd better get back to the Academy before my last class." He paused at the edge of the little clearing, glancing back over his shoulder and offering Shuuhei one of those so-rare-as-to-be-unheard-of smiles. "Really. Thank you."
With a flicker and a step, he was gone.
Shuuhei sank back against the tree and stared up at the sky, wondering just how much he had left to learn about Ichigo Kurosaki. If the current trend continued, he suspected it was rather a lot. But at least the experience would be interesting.
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Rewired	By : wolfkin59 Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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