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Nemu knocked on the door of Squad 3's captain quarters
Nemu knocked on the door of Squad 3's captain quarters.
"Come in!" called Gin.
"She opened the door, stepping inside.
"My taichou sent me to deliver a message, Ichimaru-taichou. He requests you sent Kira-fukutaichou down to examine some unusual data he found."
Ginn seemed surprised, and pulled himself up from where he had been lounging on the futon.
"That's unusual. He doesn't normally request assistance."
Nemu was feeling a little uneasy. The conversation was perfectly normal, but something was not right…
"Well, he request it now." She said. "If you don't mind, would you send him over in a half and hour."
"Of course, Nemu-chan."
That did it. She politely bowed and turned to leave a little faster than she normally would have.
A skeletal hand grasped her shoulder.
"Oh dear." He said, leaning forward to speak softly in her ear. "Did I scare you?"
She felt numb. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"I'll take that as a yesss…" he hissed/whispered. His skeletal hand, all flesh and bone and icy cold, stroked her neck, one finger trailing along her thin skin.
Blood was rushing to her head, and Nemu began analyzing the situation.
She was scared.
She was in deep trouble.
Mayuri would probably kill if this got out.
If
Ice was working through her body as she turned to face him.
His turquoise eyes were open and bored into her.
Nemu froze.
He leaned forward and gazed deeper, his tounge licking thin lips with serpentine grace. His gaze was almost, no, it was, ravenously hungry.
She was frozen, petrified, paralyzed…
Hypnotized by those pale turquoise eyes.
His had easily tipped her head up to look at him, the icy fingers wreaking havoc on her nervous system.
His smile widened.
He moved in like a hawk swooping down for a kill and –
"Ichimaru? Are you in here?"
His hand dropped, and eyes closed.
Nemu became aware of how much she was shaking and fervently thanked Kenpachi Zaraki with all her heart.
"Hey, Zaraki! What'cha need?"
Zaraki turned the corner and saw Nemu. His head cocked and eye narrowed.
"I was actually looking for her. You, girl, Mayuri wants you."
Nemu bowed to Ichimaru and walked over to Zaraki, leaving with him.
"D# pervert!" Zaraki muttered. "First Nanao, now you…"
Nemu looked down. "Th-thank you Zaraki-taichou."
He shrugged. "Ikkaku would have killed me if I left you with that freak."
She smiled shakily.
"Thank you."
/
Mayuri found out, of course.
And boy did Gin regret touching her after he spent two months with his hands in casts, courtesy of Ikkaku and Mayuri.
Unohana refused to treat him.
And he had to deal with a furious Rangiku.
No one pitied him.
A/N: The one thing Ikkaku and Mayuri agree on. Kill (if possible) anyone who touches Nemu.