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Title: Medic, medic, heal my need
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 1
Characters: Isane, Ichigo
Word Count: 1,375
Warnings: nothing so far
AN: What's this? A LONG mini story? You better believe it. *chuckles* I've been playing with this story for a while now and figured since it's finish that now is a good time to do this. :D I hope you all enjoy!

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Stepping into her fukutaicho’s office, Isane came to a stop, staring at the young man behind the rather comfortable floor desk. Long hair the color of fire was coming loose from the bun that sat high up on his head, no doubt the work of Hanataro since it lasted as long as it had. Almost topaz colored eyes were closed as one pale cheek rested on the paperwork that was meant to be filled out, a hand holding a pen resting next to the paperwork.

She sighed softly and shook her head, moving to lay Ichigo out on the floor pillows that he had started to keep around his desk for late nights and naps between patients. Covering him with a thick, soft blanket that she knew Shuuhei had knitted for him, she turned the lights down, leaving a small, dim lamp on the desk glowing for when he woke up. Leaving him there, she put up the ‘do not disturb, napping’ sign on the door and closed it behind her.

Walking towards the patient rooms to do Ichigo’s rounds for him, not feeling put out or angered at him, she mused about what was going on with their youngest fukutaicho.

When he had died, they had all been surprised. All but Ichigo and Unohana. It had come out that Ichigo had a rare heart condition, one that could kill a person within five years of it being diagnosed. Isshin had told them that losing his powers had set it off in him since it had appeared three months after the Winter War had ended. Ichigo’s mother had had the same condition, but she had lasted the five years and gotten better with a mix of modern medicine and Quincy healing.

Isshin had told them that it wouldn’t have shown up in Ichigo until his early twenties at the earliest except for the sudden cessation of power flowing through him and healing the damage.

After he had died at age seventeen, Ichigo’s power had done a kind of reset, curling inwards and coming out slowly as he worked to train in various Shinigami abilities. With his newfound control, he had decided to go for healing since he had been planning on going to medical school to become a nurse. Unohana had taken over his training herself, and when she had become the sou-taicho five years before, she had made Ichigo the fukutaicho and Isane the taicho of the Fourth Division.

It had been nearly ten years since Ichigo had joined the Seireitei, nearly twelve since he had died, and had just turned twenty-eight. The youngest shinigami who had joined, beating even Hitsugaya.

He had settled in well enough, but he was dealing with the fact that he had almost lost Renji during an emergency surgery after a normal hollow nest clear out had gone wrong just five days before. The redhead had been caught by an armored tail on one of the hollows and came in with internal bleeding, requiring surgery, which Ichigo had to do since Isane had been in one surgery and Unohana in another.

They had found out afterwards that a shard of rib bone had been knocked loose and had come millimeters from cutting to far into an artery that would have killed Renji. It had been sheer luck that Ichigo had found it and the shard of bone before he had sealed his friend up. And since then, Ichigo had been off balanced.

His sleep schedule, from what Hanataro had said since he was a roommate, wasn’t happening. He would sleep for a few hours, at most four or five depending on how busy the day was and how tired he was, then he would be up from the nightmares. An hour at the least, four at the most, and he would try to sleep again depending on when he got up.

And naps whenever he could grab one to get through the day. But still, Ichigo was feeling the need for rest and relaxation. Maybe a lover to but they all knew that Ichigo had had only a single lover, and the man had been a human who was going to leave Ichigo to marry a woman his family had picked out before Ichigo had died.

Groaning, she rubbed at her face and shook her head with a frown on her lips. Finished with the rounds, she flopped gracefully onto her own floor pillow before her desk, she buried her face into her hands, trying to think about how she could help her fukutaicho. For all of his surly nature as a teen, he had found an inner peace within himself in the last twelve years as he had watched his sisters grow up without him. As he had watched his father watch over Karakura and his friends mourn him before they too took on the mantel of being the guardians.

Yet, he seemed lonely. He didn’t date, didn’t seem to find anyone who was strong enough to deal with his reiatsu if it was released outside of battle or when it was firmly under his control. Most of the fukutaicho’s, taicho’s, and some of the higher seated officers, like Ikkaku and Yumichika had been at one time, could withstand it easily. But they had grown used to fighting alongside Ichigo during the war and now that it was under control, it was less wild.

She would go to them if most of them weren’t taken in some way or just didn’t want to be what Ichigo most likely needed. And what he needed was someone who could be a friend, provide him with the safety that he found so rare, and give him the release that came with a lover.

Sighing, Isane rested her chin on her hand and gazed out of her window, watching Hanataro feed the chickens that helped keep them in eggs.

She went over those that could keep up with Ichigo in power and withstand his own. Yumichika and Shuuhei were together, and had been for the last five years or so. The same with Ikkaku and Kira. Iba played around and wasn’t looking to settle down, and she doubted that Ichigo could get what he needed from Renji or Byakuya for different reasons. Kenpachi was just a bit to volatile while the women were just off limits.

He had never shown an inclination towards them after all and the very fact that he had dated a man helped in that decision.

Mayuri, Chōjirō, Omaeda, and Sajin were also all out for various reasons. She really didn’t want to see her fukutaicho commit homicide, or not be happy after all. Shunsui and Jushiro both were happily together, and had been for nearly a century now. Shinji and Kensei were also together, mates in their own odd way.Hitsugaya was another one who didn’t want to be tied to anyone, rather enjoying his youth, such as it was, and dating around.

Or fucking around if you asked Matsumoto.

And despite the two of them living together, she doubted that Hanataro would leave his sometimes lover, Rose, anytime soon.It didn’t help that Rose was a possessive bastard when they were together. The rest of the vizards were much more like siblings to Ichigo anyways.

Groaning, Isane let her head thump on the desk a few times as she tried to work out what she was going to do next She just didn’t know what she was going to do, not truly. She knew what she needed to do, but not how to go about it. Lifting her head and looking out of the window once again, spotting Hanataro as he headed for the door that lead into the building.

“He would have an idea, now wouldn’t he?” Isane muttered, standing up and moving to get Hanataro before he started his own rounds with his patients. She needed to talk with him about what to do. The guy was connected in with Ichigo’s friends and would know what to do in regards to Ichigo and his need to relax, to let go.

To possibly get so well fucked that he had a sweet, little secretive smile that he used to get with his first and only boyfriend.
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