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Hanatarou and Seinosuke
Seventh seat Yamada Hanatarou of division four was walking around the sewage system. Not the best way to spend a day he had to admit, but missions were missions whether they be the order of Unahana-taichou or his own special endeavors. Hanatarou sat on the slick floor of the passageway he alone occupied, and ignoring his surroundings, pulled out a sandwich for himself and a strange clear liquid substance, which he set down across from him at a fair distance, and began eating.
While he chewed he watched the liquid in the container before him. It was his own special creation, with the help of Rin, who'd been able to get a sample substance from Hueco Mundo when neither of them were there, and who'd done something or another that Hanatarou was sure he'd never understand to make the substance that now sat before him. It was food. . .for a hollow.
"You're early." A voice sounded, echoing along the corridor. Hanatarou jump slightly before looking to the owner and grinning.
"Unahana-taichou had nothing for my group to do for awhile, so I came quickly."
Yamada Seinosuke nodded, setting a white-masked dog looking creature in front of the liquid hollow food. It wasted no time burring it's face in the bowl, and through a process Hanatarou couldn't understand, the mask began absorbing the substance.
"He looks better!" Hanatarou smiled as Seinosuke came to sit beside him, stealing the remainder of his sandwich as he did so. Hanatarou was about to make a move to get it back, but a push on the forehead by his older brother cost him his balance and by the time he'd gotten over the shock and shot back to the sitting position Seinosuke was already eating. Hanatarou sighed.
"You should work on your reflexes." Seinosuke noted, taking another bite. Hanatarou nodded, his eyes downcast.
"I know." He stated. Seinosuke stopped chewing to stare at his younger brother.
"-and get some confidence, it's embarrassing to watch you mope all the time." Behind the rough words Hanatarou could hear the tinge of brotherly affection that would have been vacant had the older Yamada been talking to anyone other than him. His brother was a bit ill-tempered, if one could phrase it that way. Though due to past events the only people that even knew that fact about him were those who'd been around a century prior when Seinosuke had been the fourth division's fukutaichou, and no one talked about those days. Most refused to acknowledge their existence, along with the existence of the Vizards, or the betrayal of Aizen, or the Winter War for that matter, and like all the mess ups on the part of Seireitei, Seinosuke had become a taboo to the current way of life and along with all the other taboos, he'd faded into nonexistence. Seinosuke finished the sandwich and turned to the spaced-out Hanatarou. "What're you thinking about?" He asked, curiosity overcoming his features. Hanatarou grinned up at him, but it was strained and didn't quiet reach his eyes. "Well?"
"Just thinking about back when you were fukutaichou." Hanatarou muttered, laughing nervously. Seinosuke chuckled, placing his palm on top of Hanatarou's head and pushing himself into standing, Hanatarou scrunched his eyes shut, and tried to smooth his messy hair back into order. "Do you miss it?" He asked. Seinosuke scratched his neck and grinned.
"No, not really. All of Seireitei was blind, and I knew that from the moment I became a shinigami. When they sentenced me to death for healing their foes, who were not foes, only tarnished allys, I knew it was time I left. As a member of the fourth division, Hanatarou-chan, it is your duty to help anyone you believe needs your help and will not betray your kindness. Unahana-taichou taught me that, and it would seem she taught you that also." He picked up the hollow puppy and lifted him high enough to look at it's underbelly. The puppy squirmed, but didn't complain too much - full and happy - and Seinosuke was able to show Hanatarou the partially healed wound that ran the length of the puppies belly. "It was good of you to bring him to me, I know your division isn't trained to heal hollows, but he should be better soon." Seinosuke stated. Hanatarou smiled a large smile at the two, and stood, stumbling to hug his brother.
"Thank you o-nii-chan!" He grinned. Seinosuke pushed him off lightly and muttered a 'sure,' turning around in the process.
"I'll see you soon, Hanatarou-chan, now get back to your duties before you get yourself into trouble. I'll take the puppy back with me, and keep an eye on him." And with the next step Seinosuke had shunpoed away. Hanatarou brushed off some dust and grinned, stumbling back down to the corridor until he came to the latter that would lead him back to the streets of the fourth division's quarters.
Seinosuke had been an unfortunate victim in the early days of Aizen's deceit, before anyone was aware of what was in store, for trying to heal the hollowed forms of the investigative group before the ninth division was instructed to find them. When a shinigami became a hollow, however, they were immediately exiled and meant to be killed. When one goes against these wishes, they are ordered to be killed as well.
Hanatarou stepped into the sun light, walked two steps and tripped over his feet. Across the street some eleventh division shinigami laughed, but Hanatarou stood and found himself laughing along, it was a good day. He would smile.
Yes, Seinosuke is a real character, and yes, he is actually Hanatarou's brother. . . he's only mentioned one I think. Anyways; I've got a bunch of spare time on my hands and there are so many Bleach minor characters, so I thought it'd be cool to write a one-shot for a few of them. No one is excluded from my 'maybe' list except for Ichigo - since the plot is centered on him, and you pretty much know his life story. :P Obviously I started with Hanatarou and Seinosuke. I love Hanatarou, he's so innocently adorable.
Enjoy! And tell me if there are mistakes and whatnot.