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Title: Touch My Heart
Story: 2
Chapter: 2
Pairing: Ikkaku/Hanataro
Fandom: Bleach
Word count: 1,679
AN: And we come to chapter 2. Enjoy.
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Landing on the ground in the Fourth division housing division, Ikkaku shoved his hands into his hakama and headed towards where he could feel Hanataro. He had it on good authority that the young shinigami was in his personal rooms with a nasty cold taking him down for the count. It had been nearly two weeks since he had talked with Yumichika about what he wanted to do with the start of a relationship with Hanataro. Since then, he had planned on what he wanted to do to start a real relationship with the small healer.
When he had heard that Hanataro had become sick, he had told Kira that he would be back in the office a little after lunch. The sweet blond had smiled and nodded as he had left their office, heading to the Fourth Division housing division.
Finding his way to the right set of rooms, Ikkaku knocked on the door and waited, frowning heavily when all he heard was a thunk and then nothing following after it. Cautiously opening the door, his eyebrows shot upwards as he walked over to where Hanataro was kneeling on the ground, holding his head as he tried to once more stand up using the bed as a steadying object. “Damn, just how sick are you?” he asked, helping the young healer up and onto the bed.
“Very,” Hanataro rasped, sending himself into a harsh coughing fit, grabbing up a tissue and hacking into it for a minute before he flopped back onto his pillows.
“So I can see,” Ikkaku grunted, pressing his wrist against the other males forehead, huffing quietly. “And you have a massive fever on top of that. Let me send out a butterfly to Unohana-taicho and I’ll take you over to my place so that you can rest while under someones watch,” he said once Hanataro had settled back without another hacking cough. “Like you're supposed ta do.”
“I’ll be alright,” Hanataro tried to promise as he slowly took in deep breaths, his eyes closed as he tried to gather up his breath to say more. Once he could breath without it feeling like the vice around his lungs was tightening, he opened his eyes to see that Ikkaku was sending off the butterfly anyways. “Madarame-taicho,” he protested quietly.
“Quiet, brat,” Ikkaku snorted, moving to the small closet where he found clothes piled neatly on the shelves. “Got a bag?” he asked.
Hanataro sighed, the sound rattling slightly before he hacked up something solid into his tissue, tossing it out with a wrinkle of his nose. “In my bathroom. Blue backpack,” he sighed, pulling out a new tissue, rubbing at his lips with a sigh. Ikkaku grunted and walked back to the bathroom, finding the bag before walking back to the closet and packing some sleeping kimonos into it. “Can you get me some more water?” Hanataro asked.
Ikkaku looked over and found Hanataro staring at an empty glass as he frowned. “Yeah, sure, not a problem,” he said, putting the packed bag onto the floor with a chuckle. “I can do that,” he chuckled, the small healer smiling up at him as he rested against the wall behind his bed.
Walking into the rather tiny kitchenette with cup in hand, Ikkaku looked around and frowned at the fact that all there was in the cabinets and the small refrigerator that he could see was the most basic of items. He had to wonder just why there wasn’t a whole lot of food in the cabinets since he knew that a person could stock quite a bit in them with the right amount of money. Pushing those thoughts to the side, he poured some water from a jug in the refrigerator and came out into the main area, finding that Unohana had already arrived and was checking over Hanataro with a frown on her lips.
“Madaram-taicho, thank you for drawing my attention to the fact that my seventh seat is much sicker than what he had told me,” Unohana greeted, Ikkaku nodding his head in her direction.
“I figured that he was pretty bad off when he couldn’t even get out of his bed to answer the door when I knocked,” Ikkaku replied, helping Hanataro drink the cool water before the young healer sat back with a quiet sigh. “I’m gonna take him home with me since my divisions off the main rotation right now while everyone gets their psych evals,” he continued, shoving his hands into his sleeves.
“But your paperwork,” Hanataro protested even as Unohana clicked her tongue and stood up from the bed, handing over a rather large bag of tea.
“I can do it at my place, so no worries. Kira won’t really mind once I tell him why I have to do it there,” Ikkaku snorted before turning to Unohana and bouncing the tea bag in his hand. “What do I need ta do with this?” he asked.
Unohana smiled at him. “A scoop, using the spoon in the bag, into hot water in the morning and before bed shall help. When he showers, be there in case the steam gets to him, and make sure that he does eat,” she said, Ikkaku nodding his head in agreement.
“Yeah, I can do that,” Ikkaku promised, smiling at the yawning Hanataro, the healer sliding down on the bed to actually get some more sleep. Walking over to the woman that was standing in the doorway, he stood next to her. “Can you tell me why he doesn’t have much food in his cabinets?” he asked.
Unohana’s lips thinned into a line before she sighed quietly. “It is because he has to keep replacing his uniforms. They either end up stolen or have been purposefully destroyed,” she admitted.
Ikkaku’s eyes went cold and flinty. “So, he is able to keep a bit of food and eats in the mess hall mostly right?” Unohana nodded her head. “Got a list of the people?” he asked, his fellow taicho smirking and once more nodding her head.
“Of course I do. Even though I can not do anything about it myself, that does not mean that I don’t know what was going on with my people,” she stated, smoothing a hand over her arm to smooth out a few wrinkles. “I’ll send it to you at your home later this afternoon.”
“Thank you, Unohana-taicho,” Ikkaku drawled, tilting his head to the side in respect as she left. Walking back into the rooms, he packed the last of the sleep kimonos up and hid away the rest of the clothes in a few different places. Once he was done with that, he slung the bag over his shoulders and scooped up the now sleeping Hanataro, not liking just how light he was. Muttering about making sure that the kid had enough to eat and getting his hands on some soup for him later on, he left the rooms, only pausing to lock up after himself.
Bounding over the rooftops, Hanataro just curling closer to his chest in return, Ikkaku arrived at his home and headed straight for his bedroom. Settling the young healer under the covers on his bed, he put the clothes away into a drawer before placing a cup of water with a straw onto the bedside table. Smiling at Hanataro’s sigh of pleasure, the sound soft but slightly congested, Ikkaku moved to send a butterfly to Kira and start on a pot of soup that he could surprisingly make easily enough.
Ikkaku was hardly surprised when Kira stepped in with boxes of paperwork balanced on a dolly as he chopped up the carrots into small pieces. “Just sit it by the dining table,” Kira-kun,” he said, Kira smiling lightly and nodding his head to the table. “Thanks for bringing it over for me,” he said, getting a sweet smile from his fukutaicho.
“It’s not a problem, taicho,” Kira chuckled as he put the boxes down onto the floor next to the table. “Is Hanataro-kun sleeping?” he asked, moving to help Ikkaku with chopping up the vegetables.
“Yeah. Completely knocked out at the moment. The poor guy just conked out completely even before I brought him over,” the bald mle drawled as he put the chopped carrots into a bowl. Walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out a chunk of chicken that was still partially frozen before turning back to Kira, he found him filling a large crock pot with water from the tap. “Thanks for not giving me a hard time with the paperwork and me working here.”
Kira just gave him an amused look before chuckling softly. “From what I know of you, you don’t do this often, taicho, and obviously it’s an important reason so I can’t really begrudge you,” he replied, shrugging one shoulder. “Come on, put the chicken into the pot so that it can cook,” he instructed, Ikkaku doing just that. The blond put in some light seasoning before he washed his hands and joined his taicho at the table.
“Everyone knows where to find us?” Ikkaku asked as he pulled out his ink and brush to start working.
“Yes, and there’s a note on the doorway telling those who come to the office where we are,” Kira promised, Ikkaku flashing him a smile before turning to his own paperwork. They took turns checking on the chicken and on Hanataro, moving the small healer to the futon couch when he spiked a temperature. While Kira added the vegetables to the broth and pulled the chicken off of the bone, Ikkaku got their guest to drink some watered down tea to help settle his rather upset stomach.
Once that was done, Ikkaku caught the smile on Kira’s lips and scowled at him. “What?” he asked, Kira shaking his head with an amused snort but not answering otherwise.
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