A/N: Well blah, hopefully someone reads this and likes it, I would appreciate feedback. I don't mind criticism as long as it's constructive.

POV means a change in perspective (btwn Hana and Byakuya obviously) And page breaks just show a change in time or setting.

[I started posting the sequel to this fic, titled Disenchanted

Hana hated himself. Hated himself for being so small, for being so weak, for being so easy to overlook. This wasn't the first time that a drunken squad member had taken out there sexual frustrations on him. He was so small that no one seemed to see him under normal circumstances, and in actuality few remembered him after he left, and many weren't aware of him at all. But somehow, there was always someone who found him when they needed someone easy to overpower.

Hana bit his lip to keep from crying out; tearing into the soft skin and making it bleed. The rhythmic rocking was more pain than pleasure, and he wanted it to be over. The man behind him was from squad 11, and he was nowhere near gentle with Hana's small body.

He hated that he wasn't strong enough to get away. He hated that even after all the things that had been done to him; he couldn't just turn away from the very ones who hurt him when they were injured and in need of his healing. He hated that no matter how much good he tried to do or how much help he gave, he was never remembered.

Even after Rukia's rescue, no one remembered the little member of squad four who had helped make it possible. Not Ichigo, whom he had healed on several occasions and helped sneak through the sewer tunnels. Not Rukia, whom he had visited and comforted so often during her imprisonment. None of them remembered his name, most of them failed to recall his presence at all.

Hana couldn't keep the sharp cry from escaping his lips as the squad member behind him came inside him, and then collapsed on him. The man's weight pressed him into the rough floor of the empty storeroom. When he got his breath back, he heaved himself up, rolling the now unconscious man off of him. He pulled his clothes around him, and slipped out of the room. He paused, he thought he could feel someone's soul pressure, but it quickly faded and he let it go. Tears stung at his eyes as he made his way back to his apartment. When would this torment end?

Hana woke the next morning wanting nothing more than to roll over and go back to sleep. He hadn't slept well again, and his body felt sore everywhere and he could feel bruises on his shoulders and around his waist. Some bruises were decorated with small red crescents where fingernails had dug into his skin. He was seriously considering going back to sleep, but decided he'd rather not deal with the lecture he'd get for being late. He only prayed that he didn't have much work for the day.

He arrived at Unohana's office after being informed that she had a job for him. He waited quietly at the door while she spoke to Captain Kuchiki.

"Please, Hanatorou, come in." Unohana called out.

Hana was expecting the other captain to leave, but to his surprise he stayed, lingering to one side of the room. Hana was a bit curious as to what this was about. He had heard enough of the two captains' conversation to know that Captain Kuchiki was headed to the human realm, so why was he still here?

"Yes, Captain Unohana?" Hana spoke quietly, but just loud enough to be heard. He was disconcerted by the feeling of Byakuya's eyes on his back, and his soul pressure giving the room a slight hum.

"Hanatarou , I would like for you to accompany Captain Kuchiki to the human world. He is going to be there for some time for some research and to help keep the hollows in order. He needs someone to help with looking into some 'strange activity' at the Kurosaki boy's school. You are small enough to blend in there, and you have reliable abilities in case any injuries should be fall the captain." Unohana cast the stoic captain an odd glance, before smiling at Hana.

"Yes, Captain." Hana nodded, as he continued to wonder about his present situation. He knew something was going on; there were plenty of other's in his squad who could've done this job. The odd glances the captains continued to exchange were not making him anymore comfortable.

"Alright, Hanatarou, please stay out of trouble." She turned to Byakuya, "Please try to bring him back in one piece Captain."

"Of course." Byakuya said in the cold emotionless voice of his before turning and leaving the room. He paused at the door and waited when he realized Hana wasn't following him. He locked eyes with the younger shinigami.

Hana was so busy trying to sort out what was going on that he hadn't realized that Byakuya was leaving. It took the captain's cold gaze locked with his to break his daze. His face reddened when he realized Byakuya was waiting for him to follow.

"Sorry, Captain Kuchiki." He apologized before heading after the captain.

Hana didn't realize how much things had changed. Since the soul reapers had been spending increasing amounts of time in the human world they had set up houses for them. There were certain buildings in strategic areas around Karakura that were under the Soul Society's control. These buildings were set up with most of the necessities for survival in the city. Hana had heard some discussion of such places being organized, but he hadn't realized that things had worked out.

He stood in the doorway of a fairly large apartment, wondering how the Soul Society had managed this much. He had been to the human world enough times to know that this shouldn't have been an easy place to get, at least not for a group of soul reapers with little to no money or understanding of this world. He started when something suddenly poked his back.

POV

"Do you think you will be moving anytime soon?" Byakuya asked the startled shinigami; arching one brow in question. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from smiling at the look on Hanatarou's face. He moved farther into the apartment when Hana stepped aside, and pulled the door closed behind him. He glanced around the apartment, it wasn't anywhere near the size of his home in Soul Society, but it was still very spacious. Byakuya actually would prefer a home like this over his own, something about having all of those rooms and corridors with no one to fill them was a little disheartening. He turned to see Hana disappearing down a short hall and through a doorway. He let his mind drift over the young shinigami, thoughts turning to what he had witnessed the night before for what must've been the hundredth time.

He had been returning home after staying late to finish the paperwork that his lazy vice-captain had failed to finish yet again. He had stopped when he caught sight of Hanatarou stepping out of a store room, the small shinigami looked especially distressed. Hana had been trying to rearrange his clothes when he had stiffened suddenly, Byakuya quickly suppressed his soul pressure, having let it flow more freely since not many people were around. Hana hadn't shown any real concern over the possibility of someone else being around, but he had begun to cry silently, tears leaving damp trails down his cheeks. Byakuya watched as Hana headed off, wondering at what could have elicited such a response from the boy. He had still been puzzling over this when another man stumbled out of the storeroom, obviously drunk, clothes disheveled and hanging from his body. His eyes widened minutely when he heard a slurred mumbling about 'that weakling healer', followed by a harsh chuckle. He watched the man stumble off, a dull anger rising in him as he realized what had happened.

Even now, just the thought of it was angering him. Some how over time the young healer had managed to work himself under Byakuya's skin. The boy had shown real courage when he stood up to him, despite his obvious weakness, during Rukia's rescue. He had never paid much attention to him before that day, but since then he seemed to see Hana around more often, or he had begun to notice him at least. He found that many of the other soul reapers were rather cruel to Hana, deliberately causing problems to hinder his work, or verbally and sometimes physically abusing him. Even his fellow squad members harassed him. Byakuya wasn't sure why he should care what happened to the boy; maybe it was because he saw the strength that it must take him to continue despite all of the torment. The fact that Hana would still heal even the cruelest soul reaper, regardless of what the other may have done to him, showed a great responsibility and forgiveness. He found that he actually respected the boy; so witnessing the extreme transgression that had been made against him evoked a rage that he was unaccustomed to.

"E-excuse me, s-sir; is s-something wrong?" Hana's quiet voice shook as he spoke.

"Not at all." Byakuya replied, swiftly composing himself as he had let his calm exterior slip, if Hanatarou's wary countenance was any clue. "Is there a problem?" he asked in an attempt to get the younger to stop eyeing him as though he was ready to run at his first chance.

POV

"N-no sir." Hana stuttered, still greatly disconcerted by the sight of the usually stoic captain with a strange murderous gleam in his eyes. He hadn't seen such strong emotions on the noble's face since the incident with Rukia. Hana silently prayed that the look that he had seen on Byakuya's face moments ago had nothing to do with him.

"I was j-just going to say that, m-maybe we should g-get some rest, s-since we have work to do." Hana knew that the statement sounded ridiculous, but he really hadn't meant to say anything to the captain, and his initial inquiry had slipped out before he could stop himself. But, he supposed it was a reasonable statement at the same time, by this point he was hoping for some sleep.

"You may retire for the night if you care to do so." Byakuya answered with little emotion. Hana nodded, happy for the excuse to escape the captain's cool gaze. He turned and left the room, heading down the hall he had recently explored, and returned to the same room he had disappeared in before.

The room was the smaller of the two bedrooms at the end of the hall. Hana didn't think it necessary to question who got which room, it was only fitting that the captain take the master bedroom (Never mind the fact that the clothes that had been put in the closets had obviously been placed under this pretense as well). Besides, he didn't mind the small bed compared to the king sized bed, or the smaller space. It was much more comfortable than his home in Soul Society, and he was grateful for it. He pulled the door closed behind him and went to a closet set into one wall. He pulled out a thin shirt and pair of pants, and quickly swapped them for his usual uniform. Once he had tucked his Shinigami outfit into the back of the closet, he went to the bed and slid beneath the covers.

Hana nearly moaned, it felt so good to be lying down. Even though he hadn't had much to do in the line of actual work, his body still felt sore and stiff from the previous night. To an extent, he was happy that he was sent to the human world; it meant that not only had he gotten to avoid any serious work for the day, but he would also be free of harassment for a reasonable length of time. Still, he was curious as to why he was here in the first place. He let has mind sift through possibilities until his eyes slipped shut and he drifted asleep.

A/N: well thats it so far, I already have more typed but it's not in a good break for another chapter, but I will try to get it up soon on the off chance that someone wants it.

Again, I would appreciate feedback. Thanks for readin!