Title: Bludger for pain

Style: Ficlet
Genre: Slight romance, interaction
Rating: PG-13
Theme: November 13 2006, could you endure such pain at any hand but hers?

Originally written for the LJ community 31days. Also my first ZaraHana...

He was a bludger for punishment, he knew that. All the scars he had were testament to that fact, the many times that he had been in the fourth division another.

Heck, the fact that he was looking up into this face was another.

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"Mornin'." He grinned, glad that it wasn't someone else's. "How long?"

He back turned for a moment as she replied, her tone even as always. "You should rest for four more days, however, you may leave on the morning of the third day if I deem you well enough," she turned back to him, medicated bandages in hand to see that he was struggling his way to sitting.
"Lie back down please," her gaze sharp as her tone.

"I ain't no submissive."

She watched as he hauled himself into a reclining position, leaning against the top of the bed frame.
"And I am not one to back away because a patient believes himself to be fine. Lie back down please."

He moved slowly back into a horizontal position, wincing along the way.
"Fine, done it. Will ya tell me why?" He looked curiously at her as she applied the medicated bandages to his torso, her braid tucked into her uniform.

"If your muscles heal in that strained position, it will be hard for you to stand up straight when you are finally released. You would have had to go through therapy to repair the damage."

"Eh," he waved a hand dismissively, "it's not as if ain't here enough. Might as well be a fickin' division member."

"Now, I won't have you talking about the division like that. We are the ones who patch up all the the injured in Sereitei, we are a vital function of Soul Society." Zaraki winced as he felt that rib move back in place as she manipulated his body with hands and healed it with kidou.

"Tha hurts ya know woman." He winced again as torn muscle was patched together again and loosened up by probing fingers.

"I would think it is nothing looking at the cause of these injuries," she frowned as another muscle was popped into place.

"It's because it's battle and this is-" he trailed off.

"So that's the reason why you yell at Yachiru-san when she pulls at your hair."

"Tha's differen'. She's been doin' that since forever."

"And yet you cannot stand treatment. Interesting." There was a final jab to his abdominal muscles.

"Yeah, I'm a regular Kurotsuchi experiment. Stop proddin' me."

"It is your treatment, and will you please desist bringing the conversation round in circles? At any rate, your treatment for today is complete." Her hands left his stomach and were wiped on a towel before she continued to talk.

"Your vice-captain and deputies will be allowed in shortly to discuss division matters. I hope," she turned around from exiting the room, "that you will get better in record time again." She smiled and he thought for a moment he wasn't such a bludger for pain.
"Your division members are causing a phenomenal ruckus in the corridors this time around."

He watched the door close behind her, the number four retreating.

It looked as if he were a bludger for pain, if he kept getting injured and sent back to her.
It definitely did.