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"Oh, don't be offended Nanao! You know it's true. You've probably never taken a chance in your life. Outside of battle, of course. "
Nanao huffed into her tea, which was unknowingly laced with alcohol, courtesy of the best friend in the world, Matsumoto. "I do too take chances. What about the time I didn't hit Kyoraku-taicho with the book? He might have thought I was hitting on him!"
"Hun, that wasn't even flirting, and it doesn't count. There was that time I dared you to kiss him- now if you had done that you might at least have a legend to your name. But no, never, not my straight-laced friend." Matsumoto grinned as Nanao's face grew dark with agitation.
"What's wrong with knowing the rules? At least I'll never have to deal with paperwork about my own misdemeanors! Unlike some I could mention!" Nanao blustered about for a moment. "I'll prove it."
"Oh yeah?" Matsumoto leaned in, hearing victory marches swell in her mind. "I dare you to …"
Shunsui Kyoraku, although a dramatic man, was not often shaken by daily surprises. No, he was not even perturbed by the mysterious resistance of the one woman who could bring him to his knees. Furthermore, he could withstand said woman's blatant rejection of his advances every day. This, however proved to be his undoing.
His eyes were unfocused the entire day, without any sake.
He ran into objects, from distraction.
Sudden sounds, such as wind blowing through the window, made him jump.
The only thing that could save him was to immerse himself in the paperwork, which he could at least pretend had captured his attention long enough to compose himself.
All because this morning, his darling Nanao-chan had walked into the office. All though that was not the problem in it's entirety. Later, after Matsumoto had come in to apologize, he was able to appreciate the day for what it was.
'Alright Nanao. I'm going to alter your uniform a little, and you have to promise you'll wear it tomorrow. And you have to explain it to Kyoraku-taicho.'
Nanao had strode into the office, determined that she should be a rebel, yet shaking from her new pink, sakura-petal-kissed hakama and gi to the bright pink socks that were being protected by her tabi. Ironically, her cheeks were dyed to the same bright flush, as she marched over to her captain.
"Taicho, according to some I do not seem clear on where my loyalties lie. Thus, with some encouragement," here she leaned in to whisper in his ear, " I have decided to make it very clear that those sentiments, among others, are entirely at your disposal."
Of course, once Shunsui regained his "composure," he met the problem with the resolution befitting a captain.
"Nanao, come into my office. Shut the door." As she slunk in, she found her heart sinking. Her taicho had been actually working, and this could only be a bad sign. She must have gone too far, despite Matsumoto's assurances that he would be please by the statement.
"Now, you know there is a dress code her in the Gotei 13. This is not acceptable." Her eyes shot up to his warm face in shock. It was not every day that these particular roles were switched.
"I demand that you undress immediately." Her eyes widened, and she replied, spluttering.
"T-t-taicho, I didn't bring my spare clothes!" She shook, although as the situation became clearer in her mind, she was not sure if it was from excitement or fear.
He grinned wolfishly, and caged her against the firmly shut door. "Exactly."
