Well, here's my first story on this account as well as my first story in Bleach.

I'm planning on doing a whole little series thing on Nanao and Kyouraku in a sort of He says, She says kind of style. So basically I'm planning on a whole bunch of two-shots based on some kind of theme and all of them will generally be connected in some way.

Disclaimer: I'm Asian, but I'm not Japanese.

1. Battle
Shunsui Kyouraku has never seen his Nanao-chan fight.

The few times they'd had to go into battle, they'd get separated the second they set foot on the battlefield, even though he tried to keep an eye on his serious vice captain. He'd only see her again after the battle was over, rubbing her hands together as if to dispel dirt from her hands, or on rare occasions, if he was quick enough, glimpse her putting her glasses back on the bridge of her nose, her zanpakutou carefully hidden from sight and her expression perfectly composed before she shunpoed over to her captain's side.

The fact that the dead were the majority of those to be graced by Nanao's deadly, uncovered gaze did not go unnoticed by her captain.

Even rarer than those times where he almost saw Nanao's uncovered eyes were the times where he ended up going to stand by her side, rather than her coming to him. These were the times that she would just stay where she was, her eyes cloudy behind their glass shield-which had been replaced when he wasn't looking-, an arm hanging limply to the side with wisps of lethal kido crackling around her arm, and even more frightening than the kido was the pure disgust etched onto Nanao's otherwise unmarred face. The disgust was always inverted, Shunsui had observed with a note of weariness, and those were the times where he would have comforted her if she had let him. And while she never accepted the arm around the shoulder, she didn't hit him or reprimand him about unprofessional behavior.

He was grateful that Nanao never noticed that those were the days when Rangiku would bounce into the Eighth Division and distract Nanao from herself much more successfully than he ever could have.

Which only left him with imagining how elegant she must be in battle, as she almost always left the battlefield only a little more battered than when she stepped onto it. The majority of the blood that stained her clothes was always someone else's and was attached to her as if it was a layer of cloth and not really touching her, as if the dried blood would simply slide off of her as if her skin was glass if he chose to brush them away.

Sometimes, he wondered if his Nanao-chan was like the glass she seemed to resemble the most. Then again, it didn't really matter.

He would bother Nanao while she was busy managing budgets and taking care of paperwork and complain that he never got to see Nanao even spar with the others in their division and attempt to pester her into doing so.

Nanao would simply look up from her paperwork with a vaguely annoyed expression on her face, adjust her glasses, and tell her captain that he was being ridiculous and then she would sternly tell her captain that if he wasn't going to do his paperwork, to go away because he was making the office smell like sake.

Because if she had her way, Ise Nanao would never let Kyouraku-taichou see her fight.

So, how was that? The second half of this should be up in about two or three days.

If you have any ideas for any other themes, then feel free to suggest them. I could always use more ideas.