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Tales of a Broken Society	By : Strailo Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 41133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Thoughts on a Doe
Fandom: Bleach
Story: 3
Connected stories: none that I can remember
Characters/Pairings: Kira/Hanataro
Word Count: 1211
Requested by: Anon
Warnings: nothing.
Reposted: July 24, 2017
AN: Nothing much to say right now.

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He was so cute with those large doe eyes and shoulder length hair. Watching him run around to do the chores of so many others I can't help but smile at the bright shine of determination in those eyes.

Many people expected me to be heart broken over Gin-taichos betrayal, but I'm not.

Not really.

I feel the betrayal as a fukutaicho of Seireitei but beyond that, I feel like I can breath and grow stronger now. I don't tell every one else, but I never truly liked my taicho. I couldn't stand him and his creepy ass smile. Matsamoto may have liked him, but I don't. I've heard that he has a daddy complex and I have to agree with that observation.

But one good thing came out of him leaving. It means I can finally go after the one I wanted. Little Hanataro. He's tiny and the perfect fit for just about any one running around here. I've noticed that he hangs out with Shiba Ganju but isn't dating him. I've also noticed that several of the people eye him up with a less then innocent look in their eyes.

As I walk down the halls to the 3ed division office, I hear a soft squeak of surprise. I speed up my footsteps and turn the corner, seeing Ikkaku kneeling on the floor with Hana, picking up the cleaning supplies that he had dropped. My eye brow twitches in agitation as I watch the bald headed idiot try to work his charm on the oblivious boy.

“3rd seat, Ikkaku, what is it that brings you here?” I ask in my best fukutaicho voice, causing him to squeak softly.

“Kira-fukutaicho!” he yells out, standing straight and saluting me. I just raise an eyebrow, not that he could see under my hair, and wait for his answer. “Um...I was told by Zaraki-taicho to bring you some papers that need to be signed.” I smirk at him and nod before waving my hand at him.

“Then, pray tell, why are you here?” I ask, continuing to smirk at him, causing him to shift in place, feeling decidedly nervous at the new me.

“Sorry, fukutaicho,” he mumbles before taking one last look at the kneeling Hanataro, or to be more precise his ass before taking off. Sighing I shake my head and move to kneel down next to the smaller male to pick up the rags that were scattered around on the floor. He looks up and smiles shyly at me.

“Arigato, fukutaicho,” he murmurs softly, a blush crossing over his cheeks. I smile softly at him and hand him the rags.

“Are you free later tonight?” I find myself asking him, causing him to blush brighter before looking down.

“Hai, I am,” he says. I smile and stand up with him.

“Would you like to come out with me and a few others?” I ask him, thinking about the semi party that Ikkaku, Hisagi, Renji and Iba were throwing in the 11th division. I smirk as he looks up with wider eyes.

“Why would you want me there? I'm just a 5th seat of the 4th division,” he says, surprise and shock lacing his voice. I feel shock for a moment before remembering that he went from 7th seat to 5th seat after Ichigo and his friends went back home. It had been discovered that Hanataro had done 3rd seat healing which had bumped him up to 5th since he couldn't do the same level of healing all the time.

“Because I think it'll be good for you to go out and have some fun. It's going to be quite a few of the 11th division, but I think they'll leave you alone as long as you stick around me and Kenpachi-taicho,” I say to him, causing him to pale slightly.

“They won't tease me or make me feel out of place, will they?” he asks in a small fearful voice. I shake my head and smile at him.

“No, they won't. And if they do, you can tell me or one of the other guys and we'll take care of them for you,” I say, smirking slightly at the soft blush that made another appearance on his face.

“Alright,” he agrees after a moment of nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Great. I'll meet you by the 11th division main door at seven, alright?” I ask, looking at him. He nods and heads off towards his job for the time being, which turned out helping clean out Gins old room. They found several things that had several of the 4th division workers running for a bathroom before taking a nausea pill. But never did Hanataro have to do so. He just worked his way through the room, making sure that the others could keep doing their jobs properly.

I check on them often, taking the important scrolls away to go over and return to the libraries. I often see Hanataro talking with one of the lower seats who were trying to gain control of their stomachs. He usually sent them off to work somewhere else before getting a replacement for them.

After they were done, those who worked that job were let off for the rest of the day. Hanataro smiled at me as he left. I didn't see him for the rest of the day until we meet at the gate. He wasn't in his usual shinigami outfit, but rather in a simple pair of pants and a giant sweater that I can tell came from the human world. It looked good on him and I told him that.

The rest of the night was spent talking and having fun with him and the others. He showed that he had a wicked sense of humor and was quite able to take care of himself after a few drinks. He could hold his alcohol quite well as long as you didn't give him anything to strong. He stuck with a couple small bottles of sake for the night.

Ikkaku ended up sporting a red hand print after groping him while Yumi ended up in a huff after being turned down. There were others who tried, but were either turned away or beaten by the small male.

Later that night I walked him home. I discovered he had a small home near the 4th division. It was a small, one story, one bed, one bath house, but it was his. One day he would get a bigger home, but that would be when he found the right person to live with. I told him who ever landed him would be lucky. I got a sweet blush and an innocent smile in return for the comment. I preened slightly at that. It was more then other had gotten.

As I left him at his door he softly said that he wasn't above being courted by the right person, as long as they knew he was allergic to strawberries, but loved strawberry candles and disliked fancy places, preferring to go somewhere simple. With that, he turned and walked into his house, leaving me gob smacked at his words. He had just given me permission to court him.

And I wasn't going to pass it up.
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