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Title: He’s an Idiot 1
Fandom: Bleach
Part: 1
Pairing: Past Ganju/Hanatoru, Ikkaku/Yumichika/Hanatoru in various combinations
Word count: 2,154
Beta’d by: CutsyCat
AN: Ahhh and I start this series. There is four arcs to this world and this is arc 1. Each arc has a different pairing but is in the same world.
To note: Arc 1: Ikkaku/Yumichika/Hanatoru
Arc 2: Ukitake/Urahara/Ichigo
Arc 3: Kenpachi/Shuuhei
Arc 4: Stark/Gin/Kira
I am open to pairing suggestions but I’m not promising shit.
Remember, reviews are answered and chapters are posted every Tuesday.
Reviews: Akaluan: It was what my dear cutsy asked for and I had to deliver. :D It was much fun to write truth be told and I love any plot that comes from her because she is an amazingly creative person and I know that anything she gives me will be interesting to say the least. And yes, it was at turns funny and sweet, just the way I meant it to be. :D I'm glad that you loved it so much and I hope to see more of your thoughts as I post. :D
BookMaggot: My dear, your review made me smile like a loon when I first read it. *laughs delightedly* I'm glad that you're looking forward to my stories and I hope that while you were waiting you took the time to read my other stories, such as they are. It took me a little longer then planned to get this series out but I wanted to finish Arc four before I did so and then I had to edit them all...took me some time.
I would have gotten them out soon if not for the fact that I had much to do before hand.
I hope you are still with me and enjoy these stories.
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“What?” Hanatoru put his chopsticks down and stared at his boyfriend as the large man grunted and rubbed at his head with one hand. They were out to dinner at a preferred restaurant and Ganju had just dropped the news that he wanted to break off their year long relationship.
“I said, that I don’t think that we should date anymore,” Ganju stated, eating another bite of rice. He sounded almost bored with it all, driving a dagger deeper into Hanatoru’s back, making the young healer frown heavily.
“I see,” Hanatoru hummed, wiping his mouth and placing the napkin down onto the table. Taking a last sip of his tea and shaking his head, he asked, “Why?”
“You’re not exactly the strongest, Hanatoru, and you don’t really fit into the 11^th so you don’t come around anyways. My life is in the 11^th division now,” Ganju told him, shrugging. He looked up at the snort as Hanatoru stood sharply.
“So I see. Well, Shiba-san, I shall not bother you again,” Hanatoru stated as he smoothed his kimono down. Turning around, keeping his emotions in check and ignoring Ganju's requests to come back, he walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the 4^th. He used the time walking to clear his mind of the thoughts that were crashing around in his head.
He noticed that Ganju never once came after him.
Arriving at his room, Hanatoru stripped out of his kimono, placing the layers into its box before pulling on a giant t-shirt that Ichigo had given him a month ago. Crawling into bed, he allowed himself to cry from the pain that had lanced into his heart when Ganju had dumped him.
The next day found him hiding in the supply closets, trying to stay away from people. He didn’t want them to see his red, puffy eyes. Unohana had taken one look at him and had approved of the change of his duties for the day. He spent the time leading up to lunch methodically counting the supplies, his mind blank and free of the thoughts of Ganju and his thoughtless cruelty.
“Hanatoru-kun, you’re free for lunch,” Ise said from the doorway, breaking his meditative state.
Jumping, he turned around and blinked at her. “Oh, thank you, Ise-fukutaicho,” he said in return, smiling.
“Not a problem. Unohana-taicho also wanted to see you during your lunch break to speak with you about something,” Ise warned, Hanatoru giving her a wane smile.
“I’ll go now. I’m done with this supply closet anyways and I’ve sent out a butterfly to the suppliers,” Hanatoru told her, hanging the clip board onto the door as he stepped out. “They should be here soon.”
“I’ll let them in when they get here, Hanatoru-san. Now go eat lunch with Unohana-taicho and relax, talk,” Ise said, giving the shorter healer a nudge. Hanatoru smiled before padding off to the break room, gathering his bento before walking to Unohana’s office. Knocking on the door, he opened it when he was called in by her.
“Hanatoru-kun, please, come and sit with me,” Unohana said softly as she poured fragrant mint tea into two cups for them.
“Thank you, Unohana-taicho,” Hanatoru greeted, bowing before sitting down on one of the floor pillows, taking a tea cup. Placing his bento down, he unwrapped it and placed the two layers side by side as Unohana watched his delicate movements.
“Can you tell me what caused your tears?” she finally asked, smiling gently at the surprised look on Hanatoru’s face. She reached out, patting his hand lightly with one of her own. “I know you cried because of the way your eyes are, Hana-kun. Your face doesn’t get blotchy or puffy, but your eyes do puff up, making you look as if you haven’t had any sleep. I am here for you if you need me.”
Hanatoru played with his chopsticks, pulling them apart before picking up a sticky rice ball that had been flavored with parsley. “Ganju broke up with me last night, during out one year anniversary dinner,” he said, popping the rice ball into his mouth and chewing as Unohana pulled out her own bento and putting it on the table.
“The bastard,” Unohana stated, her tone not changing as her subordinate startled with her cursing.
“Unohana-taicho,” he breathed, trying not to burst into laughter. “Such crude language.”
“I believe it works in this case,” she said, smiling at him serenely. “Did he tell you why he was breaking up with you?’’
“Because I’m supposedly weak and don’t fit into his new life as an 11^th divisioner,” Hanatoru sighed, poking around his bento box. “I think the newer division members have gotten to him.”
“The bastard.” The second Unohana said it, it startled a laugh from Hanatoru before he sniffled. “Hanatoru, I have an offer for you. Urahara-san has offered you a room in the living world so you can act as the healer for those Shinigami that are putting in their time, at least for this new group. You will be going to school with all of them and helping to watch the screens for any major spikes of power with Urahara-san. You’ll be well paid for it.”
“I…I would like that, thank you,” Hanatoru said, smiling sweetly, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Unohana handed over the information packet she had put together and watched as a tiny content smile danced over his mouth as he read over the information. “I can do this easily. When exactly do I leave?”
“After lunch, about four hours from now,” she told him, writing down what gate Hanatoru was to take to the Living world. “Finish your lunch so you can pack everything you’ll need. Urahara-san will have your uniform for you along with the items you left behind from the last time, and Yumichika will be the one to send your reports in for you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Digging into his food, he was quick to finish his food and head back to his dorm room. Pulling out a duffel bag, he started to pack clothes, books and a few other needed items, running across the multitude of gifts that Ganju had given him over the last year. Standing in the middle of his room, thumbs stroking over a book, Hanatoru licked his lips before quickly finding a box and set it onto his bed. Every gift found its way to the box before said box was shoved into the closet.
Three hours later and he was landing lightly under the shoten, Urahara and Yumichika smiling at him in greeting.
“Welcome, Hanatoru-kun, to the Living World. I’m sure you remember Yumichika-san,” Urahara greeted, waving his fan before his face.
“Yes, I remember him. Hello, Urahara-san, Yumichika-san,” Hanatoru greeted, bowing to them with a sad smile on his lips. Yumichika tilted his head at the look, one arm wrapped around his chest, his other hand cupping his cheek as he smiled at the young healer who had a rather sad air around him. More so then usual.
“Urahara-san, I’ll take Hanatoru-kun to his room. If I’m correct, Tessai-kun is waiting for you to get back to him so you can go food shopping for the household,” Yumichika drawled, smirking at the pout that he got.
“Yes, you’re right of course,” Urahara huffed, walking off with a wave of one hand. “Take good care of Hanatoru-kun then!”
“Of course I will,” Yumichika snorted, picking up Hanatoru’s duffel bag as the small healer slipped easily into his prepared gigai.
“Yumichika-san, I can carry my own bag,” Hanatoru protested as he padded after the beauty obsessed male.
“You are to get settled in your room, Hanatoru-san, so don’t complain. It’s almost time for dinner anyways so we have a bit of time to get you comfortable,” Yumichika said, waving it off as he lead the way into the main shop area before heading down the hallway towards the bedrooms.
Finding Hanatoru’s room, he opened the door and flicked the light switch on, the room filling with light.
“Oh, Urahara-san left me my uniform for school,” Hanatoru said, moving around Yumichika’s body, barely brushing against the other man. Yumichika’s eyes went half lidded at the sweet scent of the younger male and the tantalizing bit of heat and well controlled reitsu brushing over his skin.
“You should try it on,” he suggested, pointing to a changing screen as he placed the duffel bag onto the bed. Hanatoru picked up the shirt and shook it out to check the size before nodding in agreement.
“You’re right, I should,” He said, kicking off his shoes and placing them near the wall, beside his school shoes. Stepping behind the screen, he slipped out of the rather simple t-shirt and jeans that he was wearing and putting the uniform on, all the while Yumichika watching with a smile dancing on his lips.
He had to admit that the kid had guts, a spine of steel and a sweet, loving heart. But, by the silhouette that he could see, Hanatoru was built very nicely.
“Do you need help with the tie?” Yumichika asked as he watched the shadow play with the piece of fabric.
“I have it. Ishida-san helped me learn how to tie one the last time I was here for vacation,” Hanatoru replied as he came out from behind the screen.
Yumichika felt his blood heat at the rather innocent sight of the younger shinigami, eyes glowing brightly. The rather simple dress pants had been tailored to brush and hint about the hips, ass, thighs and groin of Hanatoru before simply drawing down the rest of the leg. The plain white shirt had also been tailored to ease about what was under it.
The fact that Hanatoru had buttoned it to his neck just added to the tease. The red and black tie was just the cherry on top to Yumichika. “Very nice. It seems that Urahara-san went all out for you,” he purred, watching Hanatoru blush heavily.
“It’s really comfortable. Not too tight or anything like that,” Hanatoru said, tugging on the clothes to make sure that they sat right.
“Which is good,” Yumichika chuckled, getting a sweet smile from his companion. He leant against the doorway sill as Hanatoru dug around in his duffel bag, putting clothes away next to the clothes that he had left behind. Finding his large night shirt, he disappeared behind the screen once more. “So, can you tell me why you came to the living world so suddenly?”
The question startled Hanatoru into stillness as he tugged off the tie. “Why?”
“Yes, why,” Yumichika drawled, watching Hanatoru’s shadow move once more.
“Unohana-taicho thought I needed a good vacation, so to speak, away from where I can possibly run into my ex,” Hanatoru said slowly, pulling his shirt off and hanging it up.
“Who were you dating?” Yumichika asked as he quickly closed the door. They may have been alone, but there was no way of knowing just when someone would end up walking back into the shoten. He didn’t want anyone to walk in on the conversation.
“Surprisingly enough, or not, I was dating Ganju Shiba, for a year to the day,” he continued, sliding off his pants and hanging them up to. “Yesterday, he apparently decided that I did not fit into his world. I was too weak for him,” Hanatoru said as he pulled on his night shirt, the fabric falling to his knees.
“You? Weak?” Yumichika scoffed, his eyes wide. “You went against orders to help and heal Ichigo-kun, before Aizen's plan came out. You have pretty well perfect reitsu control, which means it makes it hard to gauge just how much power you have.”
“Which is quite a bit. My zanpactou isn’t very useful in battle, but I do have my shikai,” Hanatoru replied as he wrapped his tie around the hanger’s neck.
“He’s an idiot,” Yumichika snorted, eyes darkening when Hanatoru walked around the screen. Trailing his eyes over the sweet, pale legs that were perfectly shaped, he hummed lowly. “And a fool for letting you go.”
“Unohana-taicho called him a bastard,” Hanatoru shared with a smile on his lips, missing the appreciative look from Yumichika as he sat. “I suppose I’m not so hurt that he broke up with me, but I’m hurt how he broke up with me. And why.”
“He’s a fool, like I said,” Yumichika stated as Hanatoru bounced up and off the bed.
“I suppose so,” Hanatoru mused before turning around only to run into Yumichika’s body and be pressed quickly against the wall.
“Like I said a fool for letting such a morsel like you go,” the bigger male purred.
“Yumichika-san,” Hanatoru breathed before his lips were devoured and a long fingered hand slipped up his bare thigh, sending heat flaring through his body in a way Ganju had never done before.
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