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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: Making Plans
Fandom: Bleach
Story: 8
Connected stories: #26 – Making Plans 2
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Hanataro
Word Count: 903
Requested by: Anon
Warnings: FLUFF. So much of it.
Reposted: July 30, 2017
AN: God, I really wrote very short pieces didn't I?

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Staring at him from the bed that I lay upon, I can not help but wonder why he is the one who is taking care of me and not another. He seems so shy, tiny and rather weak. I do know that he had helped the ryoka. What I do not know is why he is helping me now.

Why is he not in the holding cells?

Why is he here taking care of me? I truly thought he would have been in the holding cells awaiting trial.

But I suppose that he is needed and has been cleared since the true traitor has been shown. I am still shocked that those who helped the substitute shinigami and his friends have gotten off.

I still watch as he gathers the last of the bandages, creams and gauze to replace the bandages that wrapped around most of my chest. I can't help but tense as he pulls out his zanpacto, but then I relax as he starts to speak softly, shyly to me.

“Kuchiki-taicho, my zanpacto can heal the cuts it makes, along with the original cuts,” he explains, not really looking at me as he peels away the bandages and gauze from my wounds. I barely nod as I watch his careful movements. I continue to watch as he slides his zanpacto along the worse of the wounds, closing them up as the blade passes along them. I bleed very little during the procedure, the small male only wiping up the thin trails every so often.

Suddenly with a small flash, his zanpacto turns into what looks like a small scalpel. I stare at it as he sets it aside before turning my eyes onto him. He flinches slightly, blushing gently as he explains what happened.

“It's my bankai,: he mummers. “It cuts and heals until a gauge is filled. When that happens, it turns into that form and can expel energy in a damaging blast.” Nodding, I turn my eyes back to the window, letting him finish up my bandages, most of the wounds still there. Including the cracked ribs that seem to have fun bugging me to death.

Wincing slightly as he pressed on them, I growled softly at him, causing him to flinch back before bringing softly glowing hands to the ribs and holding them over the area for a moment. I can feel the energy relieve the pain in my ribs. After a moment of enjoying the soft warmth that came from his hands, I register a soft humming coming from the 7th seat. Looking over at him, I realize that he us not humming, so much as singing softly under his breath.

I listen closer and figure out that it was an old lullaby that my own mother used to sing to me. I let the sound sooth me and relax under the touches that came with the healing energy. I continue to watch him, but with a softer look. I watch as the soft blush spreads across his cheeks when he notices me watching him. When he notices that, I notice that he doesn't stop singing the lullaby.

Smiling, I lay back against the pillows that he put against the head board and watch as he goes to patch up the spot on my thigh. I shiver slightly as I finally realize that his skin is softer then my sheets at home. How he does that, I do not know, but I wanted to find out.

Even as he started to pick up and throw away the used bandages, and put away the un-used bandages, I start to plan on how to get him into my bed, my house and my life. Smirking I settle into bed and speak for the first time since he had come into the room.

“When am I aloud to leave?” I ask, smirking slightly as he jumps in surprise and turns to me, a roll of gauze clenched in his hands.

“Um, depending on how your healing goes, possible tomorrow in time for the taicho's meeting,” he says, blinking his large eyes at me, making me wonder what they will look like under me as I take him. Shifting, I shove those thoughts aside even as I nod.

“After the taichos meeting, would you be interested in accompanying me to dinner?” I ask, my voice less cold then what it usually was. I watch as his already large eyes grow larger in his surprise. He nods slowly as if hesitant in answer. “Good. Dress in a nice kimono. We will be going to a restaurant that I enjoy and they require kimonos.”

I watch as he walks out in a slight daze, before turning my eyes to the window again, not even blinking when Unohana comes in to collect Hanataros zanpacto with a serene smile on her face.

“You have best not hurt him, Kuchiki-taicho, or I will put to use my knowledge of the body to hurt you,” she says in her usual, calm, sweet voice before walking out. I flinch then. I suppose I will have to rework my plans on getting the little 7th seat slightly. But I will get him one way or the other. I think he might be a breeder to. We will be able to have children if he is; fill the Kuchiki mansion with laughter and light again.

The thought makes me smile.
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