Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ A Fruit Basket ❯ Chp 2: Pink Pears ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Yaoi's Bitch 
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shoujo | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.09.2008 | Updated On: 11.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 252 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Shoujo | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.09.2008 | Updated On: 11.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 252 | Status: Work In Progress
A Fruit Basket; Nova’s Story
Well I will disclaim, yet again, that I don’t own Bleach. Bleach owns me… But don’t tell Yaoi because he gets jealous. ^^
I must apologize for the miss naming of characters and miss spellings. So, Wikipedia has become my new best friend! Please note that Spellings are used as pronounced in most cases (Kurodo equals Kuroudo).
WARNINGS! Still nothing much so far. A little mention of violence and abusive relationships. And some mentions of SandM. I f you don’t like this; this ain't the place for you. And as I stated in the first chapter, I fucking LOVE flames. They make me laugh at your stupidity, and I’ll post them for everyone else to read with a special shout out just for you. ^^ Review if you’d like, and please inform me of any mistakes that my mother (who’s also my beta^^) may have missed.
“Talking” ‘Thinking’
Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 2: Pink Pears
Matsumoto lounged on the mauve duvet in the middle off the tenth division office. It was a beautifully lit day, as always in the underground training room, and warm too. She was lightly dozing while listening to Hitsuguya’s brush swish across the parchment and dip back into his inkwell. Life was starting to get back to normal and she was happy again. Yachiru was taken with her and had even stopped with the usage of the nickname “Boobies” and had settled on using “Mat”. Although the name was masculine, she loved it. Matsumoto guessed that the young girl was getting use to her presence in her life, seeing that she and Zaraki had finally announced their relationship. It didn’t seem as if anyone was very surprised though. 'Maybe it was because we were always together drinking… But then again the rest o their friends had been there all those times too.' Thought as her mild dreams turned to the night beforehand.
-Flashback-
It was pleasantly warm as the day had been too. Zaraki and Matsumoto sat under a ‘tree’ and watched the ‘stars’ that were spread out before them. “Beautiful… these could almost be real” Zaraki commented on the ‘stars’. Mat turned her head slightly to the left to gaze at him as she lifted the sake jug to her lips. Unfortunately, she missed her mouth completed, so intensely her eyes were locked on to him, and spilled half the jug down her robes. Gasping at the coolness of the liquor, she blushed a rosy light pink color that slightly tinted her cheeks. Kenpachi smirked deviously at her and the state of her robes. “Yer gonna get sick, ya know. Do ya wan’ me to help warm ya up?” It was more of a statement than a question. No matter how she answered he would have done it anyway, so she nodded her head in acceptance. What started as innocent hugging and holding turned into a lot more for the first time in the nine months that they had been dating. They made love for the first time.
-End Flashback-
A small smile graced Matsumoto’s sleeping lips, and a sigh escaped causing Histugaya to look up from behind his mountain of paperwork. “Mastumoto, if you were out all night again, drinking your life away, that’s your business. But this office is NOT for sleeping off your hangover; it’s used to get work done… Like the mountains of paperwork on your desk.”
The supposedly sleeping woman grumbled her consent and rolled off the duvet; making her way to the desk next to the office door. “Hai, Taichou.”
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Zaraki strolled into the eleventh division offices in the best mood since the ended war. Ikkaku and Yumichika; who were left babysitting that night; were sitting at the fukutaichou’s desk playing Shoots and Latters with Yachiru. “Ken-Chan!!! Do you wanna play with us?” the young girl exclaimed.
Looking down at the young girl, he answered, “Naw, Yachiru. We got trainin’ t’day. Get ya zanpaktou.” Turning his back he walked out to the makeshift practice field. Yumichika and Ikkaku exchanged looks. They knew what this was about. The Winter War. So many horrors beyond belief were seen in Hueco Mundo; and their worst nightmare lurked there as well. It was in the perpetual darkness that Yachiru was faced with her first battle. The young girl’s body and clothing had been ripped into pieces after battling one of the many Privaron Espada. She was only saved when Ikkaku and Yumichika arrived on the scene and defeated the Arrancar. Zaraki Kenpachi was never the same after that. He never wanted the girl to be involved with the war in the first place, but Yachiru refused to be left behind by her Ken-chan. Now Zaraki spent his days training Yachiru to become stronger. He never wanted an incident like Hueco Mundo to happen again.
The Seireitei was greatly surprised by this display of fatherly love coming from Zaraki Kenpachi, the eleventh division taichou. And everyone provided their support.
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Kyouraku Shunsui stumbled in late, as always, almost falling into a sitting Ukitake’s lap. “Yare yare. Am I late?” he asked with a drunken smirk.
Yamamoto sighed in aspiration and began serving tea. “I should've known better to schedule our meeting in the evening, and then maybe you wouldn’t be as drunk as the afternoon.”
Shunsui only giggled in response when Jyuushirou looked down at him. Sitting up, he lightly sniffed at the cup that was placed in front of him and took a sip. Deeming it eatable he continued giggling childishly.
Seeing that nothing would probably shut the man up, Yamamoto went on with the meeting. “I called you two here for your professional opinion and as the closest thing to sons I have; to aid me in my decision on what to do with Ichimaru Gin. He has aided us greatly by defeating from Aizen, but he only did it in personal gain. It is my belief that he’s planning something else.”
Jyuushirou and Shunsui exchanged a glace before they spoke. “Um… I don’t… We know that Ichimaru is here to stay.” Jyuushirou stated looking down at his hands. Knowing that he would have to go into detail, made him feel as if he was gossiping.
“How do you know this is certain?” Yamamoto questioned.
Seeing that his lover wasn’t going to continue, and not opposed to gossiping, Shunsui elaborated for him.”Sir, Gin and Kira are in a relationship. Have been since Izuru-chan was his fukutaichou.” Yamamoto sat dumbfounded, wanting Kyouraku to continue. “Gin left Aizen because he tried to kill Kira fukutaichou in Hueco Mundo. He only barely saved the boy from Sousuke’s blade in time. Aizen was set on ceasing his existence, because he believed Ichimaru to love Kira more than he did Aizen. And it turned out to be true.”
At that statement Yamamoto’s head spent. Aizen and Ichimaru; in a relationship?! Ichimaru and Kira fukutaichou; in a relationship?! When did all these events occur? His brows drawing into a tight scowl signaling his surprise and dislike of the events he didn’t know of. “How… When did Aizen’s and Ichimau’s relationship begin, if you know?” he asked, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
“We think it started when Ichimaru became his fukutaichou, right Jyuu-chan?” Jyuushirou responded with a weak smile.
“So. What are your suggestions?”
“He cannot become taichou of the third division again, of course. I think we should leave him with Kira-kun. He doesn’t speak or interact with anyone other than him anyway.” Ukitake spoke up for a first since the conversation began, while Kyouraku nodded in agreement.
Yamamoto sighed once more, “If you both think its best. You are dismissed”
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The older couple walked the streets hand in hand discussing their earlier meeting with Yamamoto-Soutaichou. They walked by a slim figure crouching against a wall. The being wore a dark fur rimmed coat and a zipped hood that was closed. Jyuushirou, seeing the figure, stopped to ask if it needed assistance. “Nova? Are you alright?” the quiet mod soul shook his head in an affirmative, while standing to his feet and unzipping his hood; green eyes shining like emeralds. Seeing that he was fine, Ukitake allowed himself to be pulling away by Shunsui.
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When the two men disappeared from site, Nova walked across the road and knocked on a simple door. Waiting a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Grimmjow standing shirtless; the scar he received from Ichigo all those long months ago, clearly visible. “I was wonderin’ when ya was gunna knock.” He said with a small smirk playing around his lips.
Barely brushing pass Grimmjow, Nova entered the house searching out Ulquiorra. Finding him in the near none existent kitchen, he sat at the table to begin his day of companionable silence. His thoughts turned to the incident earlier. Without seeing where he was going he ran clean into Abarai Renji. His stomach felt funny; like a fluttering feeling. That was disconcerting. Maybe he was sick? But mod souls don’t get sick. Although feeling his forehead and cheeks, his temperate did seemed high. He would have to go see Urahara-san when he returned upstairs.
Grimmjow sat at the small table with Ulquiorra and Nova, watching the display of Nova’s fiery cheeks and him checking his temperature, finding the scene funny. Ulquiorra had also looked to the young mod soul. “Nova. Is everything alright? You look ill.”
Nova snapped his head up from his thoughts, his blush intensifying. Stammering he answered, “I think I do feel ill. Im hot and my stomach has a fluttery sensation.”
At that admission Grimmjow’s smirk grew. “What was ya doin’ on ya way her’?” Grimmjow thought the mod soul’s red cheeks couldn’t get any redder but he was sorely mistaken.
Make his excuses Nova jumped up from the table, stating he was going to see Urahara to see what the problem was; zipping his hood closed yet again, and teleported away.
Laughing hysterically, “He musta got hit on again.”
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Abarai Renji sat at his desk blindly filling out reports. It didn’t matter if he read them or not; they were all the same and all he had to do was sign them. His thoughts turned to Nova. He just didn’t understand the man. After running into him, Renji tried to help him up and apologize, but he teleported off somewhere. He could have easily found the red heaed mod soul, but the fukutaichou had somewhere he was supposed to be. He hoped he wasn’t angry about it. Although he highly doubted Nova would be. His eyes held fear and embarrassment more than anything. ‘Those beautiful emerald eyes’ struck his thoughts. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’ It wasn’t like Renji had a sexual preference. It was a little known fact that gender didn’t matter in the Seireitei. And Renji had had male partners before. Hisagi Shuuhei was just one in the many that he had dated at one point in his lifetime. And Nova was an attractive man. With his emerald green eyes, and red hair that wasn’t as bright as Renji’s own. Nova’s shy nature was adorable as well. Then it clicked! The mod soul was shy around him. But that didn’t make any sense at all. The Shinigami and Urahara’s mod souls had been working together a lot in the past two years, and Renji had known them even longer. ‘Tch. Whatever. I’ll ask Urahara abou’ it later.’ He thought.
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Nova landed on a lab table in front of Urahara Kisuke, sending one of the scientist newest experiments crashing to the floor. Urahara looked up at the hooded mod soul with a wry smirk. “Thank you Nova for destroying the best candy recipe that I’ve made since before the war.” Of course he wasn’t going to tell the boy that the experiment was an aphrodisiac for his two lovers. Huffing and glancing at the mess, Urahara turned his gaze on Nova’s closed hood, the boy’s reiatsu fluttering wildly; very out of control. “Are you okay?” Urahara questioned, worriedly. Maybe someone had harassed the mod soul again as he was going to visit with the two Espada.
Unzipping the hood, Nova stammered to tell him that he was feeling ill. Feeling that the shy mod soul had no reasons otherwise to teleport into his lab and lie to him, Urahara examined him. Finding nothing wrong with his creation his asked of his symptoms. “Um… Im so hot and I felt a funny fluttering in my stomach that’s moved into my chest as well.” Nova murmured, his blush intensifying yet again at the remembrance of when it all started.
Kisuke observed patiently at the display. Something was defiantly up with the shy mod soul. And he believed he knew what. “How was your visit with Ulquiorra and Grimmjow?” The man casually asked.
Noba’s head snapped up at the question; it seemed so out of place at a time like this. “It was good.”
“Do you run into any old friends while there? You didn’t seem to have stayed long.”
Nova looked to his feet. “Um, I saw Ukitake and Kyouraku-taichou, Kuchiki-taichou, and Abarai-fukutaichou.” The blush that had almost died down returned with vengeance at the mention of Renji’s name.
Seeing that indeed the problem was another being, an idea popped into his brilliant mind. Mentally patting himself, Kisuke smirked at a worried Nova. “Don’t worry about it. You just need some sleep and you’ll be as good as new.”
Nova accepted this answer and retreated to him bedroom, leaving the Shinigami quite alone. Now all Urahara had to do was swing his plan into action…
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Another chapter finished!!! And my eyes are tried as hell! So sleepy… and its only 1am here. Yup. And I’ve been writing since 10am. But I hope you guys like this, because I had to fight my family off to finish it…. But enjoy guys! See ya next chappie, which will be up whenever. ^^
Loves, Hugs, and Kisses!
-Bitch of Yaoi-
Edited 11/14/08
Well I will disclaim, yet again, that I don’t own Bleach. Bleach owns me… But don’t tell Yaoi because he gets jealous. ^^
I must apologize for the miss naming of characters and miss spellings. So, Wikipedia has become my new best friend! Please note that Spellings are used as pronounced in most cases (Kurodo equals Kuroudo).
WARNINGS! Still nothing much so far. A little mention of violence and abusive relationships. And some mentions of SandM. I f you don’t like this; this ain't the place for you. And as I stated in the first chapter, I fucking LOVE flames. They make me laugh at your stupidity, and I’ll post them for everyone else to read with a special shout out just for you. ^^ Review if you’d like, and please inform me of any mistakes that my mother (who’s also my beta^^) may have missed.
“Talking” ‘Thinking’
Now… ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 2: Pink Pears
Matsumoto lounged on the mauve duvet in the middle off the tenth division office. It was a beautifully lit day, as always in the underground training room, and warm too. She was lightly dozing while listening to Hitsuguya’s brush swish across the parchment and dip back into his inkwell. Life was starting to get back to normal and she was happy again. Yachiru was taken with her and had even stopped with the usage of the nickname “Boobies” and had settled on using “Mat”. Although the name was masculine, she loved it. Matsumoto guessed that the young girl was getting use to her presence in her life, seeing that she and Zaraki had finally announced their relationship. It didn’t seem as if anyone was very surprised though. 'Maybe it was because we were always together drinking… But then again the rest o their friends had been there all those times too.' Thought as her mild dreams turned to the night beforehand.
-Flashback-
It was pleasantly warm as the day had been too. Zaraki and Matsumoto sat under a ‘tree’ and watched the ‘stars’ that were spread out before them. “Beautiful… these could almost be real” Zaraki commented on the ‘stars’. Mat turned her head slightly to the left to gaze at him as she lifted the sake jug to her lips. Unfortunately, she missed her mouth completed, so intensely her eyes were locked on to him, and spilled half the jug down her robes. Gasping at the coolness of the liquor, she blushed a rosy light pink color that slightly tinted her cheeks. Kenpachi smirked deviously at her and the state of her robes. “Yer gonna get sick, ya know. Do ya wan’ me to help warm ya up?” It was more of a statement than a question. No matter how she answered he would have done it anyway, so she nodded her head in acceptance. What started as innocent hugging and holding turned into a lot more for the first time in the nine months that they had been dating. They made love for the first time.
-End Flashback-
A small smile graced Matsumoto’s sleeping lips, and a sigh escaped causing Histugaya to look up from behind his mountain of paperwork. “Mastumoto, if you were out all night again, drinking your life away, that’s your business. But this office is NOT for sleeping off your hangover; it’s used to get work done… Like the mountains of paperwork on your desk.”
The supposedly sleeping woman grumbled her consent and rolled off the duvet; making her way to the desk next to the office door. “Hai, Taichou.”
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Zaraki strolled into the eleventh division offices in the best mood since the ended war. Ikkaku and Yumichika; who were left babysitting that night; were sitting at the fukutaichou’s desk playing Shoots and Latters with Yachiru. “Ken-Chan!!! Do you wanna play with us?” the young girl exclaimed.
Looking down at the young girl, he answered, “Naw, Yachiru. We got trainin’ t’day. Get ya zanpaktou.” Turning his back he walked out to the makeshift practice field. Yumichika and Ikkaku exchanged looks. They knew what this was about. The Winter War. So many horrors beyond belief were seen in Hueco Mundo; and their worst nightmare lurked there as well. It was in the perpetual darkness that Yachiru was faced with her first battle. The young girl’s body and clothing had been ripped into pieces after battling one of the many Privaron Espada. She was only saved when Ikkaku and Yumichika arrived on the scene and defeated the Arrancar. Zaraki Kenpachi was never the same after that. He never wanted the girl to be involved with the war in the first place, but Yachiru refused to be left behind by her Ken-chan. Now Zaraki spent his days training Yachiru to become stronger. He never wanted an incident like Hueco Mundo to happen again.
The Seireitei was greatly surprised by this display of fatherly love coming from Zaraki Kenpachi, the eleventh division taichou. And everyone provided their support.
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Kyouraku Shunsui stumbled in late, as always, almost falling into a sitting Ukitake’s lap. “Yare yare. Am I late?” he asked with a drunken smirk.
Yamamoto sighed in aspiration and began serving tea. “I should've known better to schedule our meeting in the evening, and then maybe you wouldn’t be as drunk as the afternoon.”
Shunsui only giggled in response when Jyuushirou looked down at him. Sitting up, he lightly sniffed at the cup that was placed in front of him and took a sip. Deeming it eatable he continued giggling childishly.
Seeing that nothing would probably shut the man up, Yamamoto went on with the meeting. “I called you two here for your professional opinion and as the closest thing to sons I have; to aid me in my decision on what to do with Ichimaru Gin. He has aided us greatly by defeating from Aizen, but he only did it in personal gain. It is my belief that he’s planning something else.”
Jyuushirou and Shunsui exchanged a glace before they spoke. “Um… I don’t… We know that Ichimaru is here to stay.” Jyuushirou stated looking down at his hands. Knowing that he would have to go into detail, made him feel as if he was gossiping.
“How do you know this is certain?” Yamamoto questioned.
Seeing that his lover wasn’t going to continue, and not opposed to gossiping, Shunsui elaborated for him.”Sir, Gin and Kira are in a relationship. Have been since Izuru-chan was his fukutaichou.” Yamamoto sat dumbfounded, wanting Kyouraku to continue. “Gin left Aizen because he tried to kill Kira fukutaichou in Hueco Mundo. He only barely saved the boy from Sousuke’s blade in time. Aizen was set on ceasing his existence, because he believed Ichimaru to love Kira more than he did Aizen. And it turned out to be true.”
At that statement Yamamoto’s head spent. Aizen and Ichimaru; in a relationship?! Ichimaru and Kira fukutaichou; in a relationship?! When did all these events occur? His brows drawing into a tight scowl signaling his surprise and dislike of the events he didn’t know of. “How… When did Aizen’s and Ichimau’s relationship begin, if you know?” he asked, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
“We think it started when Ichimaru became his fukutaichou, right Jyuu-chan?” Jyuushirou responded with a weak smile.
“So. What are your suggestions?”
“He cannot become taichou of the third division again, of course. I think we should leave him with Kira-kun. He doesn’t speak or interact with anyone other than him anyway.” Ukitake spoke up for a first since the conversation began, while Kyouraku nodded in agreement.
Yamamoto sighed once more, “If you both think its best. You are dismissed”
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The older couple walked the streets hand in hand discussing their earlier meeting with Yamamoto-Soutaichou. They walked by a slim figure crouching against a wall. The being wore a dark fur rimmed coat and a zipped hood that was closed. Jyuushirou, seeing the figure, stopped to ask if it needed assistance. “Nova? Are you alright?” the quiet mod soul shook his head in an affirmative, while standing to his feet and unzipping his hood; green eyes shining like emeralds. Seeing that he was fine, Ukitake allowed himself to be pulling away by Shunsui.
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When the two men disappeared from site, Nova walked across the road and knocked on a simple door. Waiting a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Grimmjow standing shirtless; the scar he received from Ichigo all those long months ago, clearly visible. “I was wonderin’ when ya was gunna knock.” He said with a small smirk playing around his lips.
Barely brushing pass Grimmjow, Nova entered the house searching out Ulquiorra. Finding him in the near none existent kitchen, he sat at the table to begin his day of companionable silence. His thoughts turned to the incident earlier. Without seeing where he was going he ran clean into Abarai Renji. His stomach felt funny; like a fluttering feeling. That was disconcerting. Maybe he was sick? But mod souls don’t get sick. Although feeling his forehead and cheeks, his temperate did seemed high. He would have to go see Urahara-san when he returned upstairs.
Grimmjow sat at the small table with Ulquiorra and Nova, watching the display of Nova’s fiery cheeks and him checking his temperature, finding the scene funny. Ulquiorra had also looked to the young mod soul. “Nova. Is everything alright? You look ill.”
Nova snapped his head up from his thoughts, his blush intensifying. Stammering he answered, “I think I do feel ill. Im hot and my stomach has a fluttery sensation.”
At that admission Grimmjow’s smirk grew. “What was ya doin’ on ya way her’?” Grimmjow thought the mod soul’s red cheeks couldn’t get any redder but he was sorely mistaken.
Make his excuses Nova jumped up from the table, stating he was going to see Urahara to see what the problem was; zipping his hood closed yet again, and teleported away.
Laughing hysterically, “He musta got hit on again.”
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Abarai Renji sat at his desk blindly filling out reports. It didn’t matter if he read them or not; they were all the same and all he had to do was sign them. His thoughts turned to Nova. He just didn’t understand the man. After running into him, Renji tried to help him up and apologize, but he teleported off somewhere. He could have easily found the red heaed mod soul, but the fukutaichou had somewhere he was supposed to be. He hoped he wasn’t angry about it. Although he highly doubted Nova would be. His eyes held fear and embarrassment more than anything. ‘Those beautiful emerald eyes’ struck his thoughts. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’ It wasn’t like Renji had a sexual preference. It was a little known fact that gender didn’t matter in the Seireitei. And Renji had had male partners before. Hisagi Shuuhei was just one in the many that he had dated at one point in his lifetime. And Nova was an attractive man. With his emerald green eyes, and red hair that wasn’t as bright as Renji’s own. Nova’s shy nature was adorable as well. Then it clicked! The mod soul was shy around him. But that didn’t make any sense at all. The Shinigami and Urahara’s mod souls had been working together a lot in the past two years, and Renji had known them even longer. ‘Tch. Whatever. I’ll ask Urahara abou’ it later.’ He thought.
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Nova landed on a lab table in front of Urahara Kisuke, sending one of the scientist newest experiments crashing to the floor. Urahara looked up at the hooded mod soul with a wry smirk. “Thank you Nova for destroying the best candy recipe that I’ve made since before the war.” Of course he wasn’t going to tell the boy that the experiment was an aphrodisiac for his two lovers. Huffing and glancing at the mess, Urahara turned his gaze on Nova’s closed hood, the boy’s reiatsu fluttering wildly; very out of control. “Are you okay?” Urahara questioned, worriedly. Maybe someone had harassed the mod soul again as he was going to visit with the two Espada.
Unzipping the hood, Nova stammered to tell him that he was feeling ill. Feeling that the shy mod soul had no reasons otherwise to teleport into his lab and lie to him, Urahara examined him. Finding nothing wrong with his creation his asked of his symptoms. “Um… Im so hot and I felt a funny fluttering in my stomach that’s moved into my chest as well.” Nova murmured, his blush intensifying yet again at the remembrance of when it all started.
Kisuke observed patiently at the display. Something was defiantly up with the shy mod soul. And he believed he knew what. “How was your visit with Ulquiorra and Grimmjow?” The man casually asked.
Noba’s head snapped up at the question; it seemed so out of place at a time like this. “It was good.”
“Do you run into any old friends while there? You didn’t seem to have stayed long.”
Nova looked to his feet. “Um, I saw Ukitake and Kyouraku-taichou, Kuchiki-taichou, and Abarai-fukutaichou.” The blush that had almost died down returned with vengeance at the mention of Renji’s name.
Seeing that indeed the problem was another being, an idea popped into his brilliant mind. Mentally patting himself, Kisuke smirked at a worried Nova. “Don’t worry about it. You just need some sleep and you’ll be as good as new.”
Nova accepted this answer and retreated to him bedroom, leaving the Shinigami quite alone. Now all Urahara had to do was swing his plan into action…
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Another chapter finished!!! And my eyes are tried as hell! So sleepy… and its only 1am here. Yup. And I’ve been writing since 10am. But I hope you guys like this, because I had to fight my family off to finish it…. But enjoy guys! See ya next chappie, which will be up whenever. ^^
Loves, Hugs, and Kisses!
-Bitch of Yaoi-
Edited 11/14/08