Hi! Satomi-Sama here. This is my first ever fanfiction so please don't be too harsh, (but constructive feedback is always welcome!). I just joined up (yay!) and felt like making something short. So I made this. So yeah, I really hope you like it, please let me know if you do in the little reviews place :)

If people like it (which hopefully you will) I might turn this into a collection of one-shots on Bleach, because I like Bleach :)

Copyright disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Bleach, nor do I own these characters. All the credit goes to Tite Kubo (the genius) and I make no money off this :)

On with the story then

Hanataro sighed to himself for what seemed like the hundredth time that day and glanced around at the scene before him. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and why shouldn't they be? The sun was out, they were on a private beach (in the human world no less) and as of now there appeared to be a very competitive game of smash the watermelon going on. Even Kuchiki-taichou seemed to be enjoying the festivities to some degree - so why did Hanataro feel so... left out?

"Haii! I just got another one!". That voice, Hanataro knew it from anywhere, he'd memorized it. Kiyone Kotetsu. Hanataro looked up to see Kiyone celebrating her 12th watermelon smash. How did he know it was her twelfth? He'd been keeping count. Not intentionally though, Hanataro just hadn't been able to take his eyes off her all day. She looked so pretty in her green swimsuit and her hair matched the golden sand perfectly. That and the fact Kiyone was probably the loudest most confident person on the beach, topped only by Sentaro Kotsubaki. That pair had been skittering around Ukitake-taichou all day like busy bees, fighting over who did what and what was best for him, but in a way Hanataro admired that. If only he was more confident, more self driven. But it wasn't like he wasn't self driven, he just didn't know how to put his feelings across.

That was the problem. Hanataro had always been the quiet type. He did what he was told when he was told and only spoke when he was spoken to.(which put him at the receiving end of a lot of maltreatment from squad 11). At times it didn't really bother him, but other times - like this, where Kiyone Kotetsu was only feet away from him - he hated himself, because he didn't even have the courage to talk to her.

"That's my 13th one!" the cheerful voice came again. Hanataro smiled inwardly to himself, he liked everything about her and had done so for a long time, probably because she was everything he wasn't. It was almost as if she was the missing piece to the puzzle that was his heart. He felt complete near her. Even if she barely noticed him.

Maybe, if he just approached her she might (just might) like him! 'I'll do it, I'll tell her I like her, she might like me back' he thought to himself, but then his smile faded as fast as it had appeared. What would a girl like Kiyone Kotetsu think of a guy who has to wear a t-shirt at the beach because he burns too easily. Hanataro sank back in his deck chair, the tiny spark of hope he'd mustered earlier now nothing but a burnt out match.

When Hanataro felt upset and needed cheering up, he let his mind wander to his happy memories, like the first time he'd spoken to Kiyone, the first time they'd touched hands and the first time she'd smiled at him. He remembered that last one clearly. It had been back at the academy. Kido class had just ended but Hanataro chose to stay behind to practice his bakudo. Thinking he was the only one in the room, it was a real surprise when Kiyone suddenly appeared behind him. She'd chirped "you were really good this lesson Hanataro-kun". It was out of the blue and not something he heard often. The fact that it was Kiyone Kotetsu only made him happier. He'd flushed bright red and she'd smiled sweetly at him. It was like magic. Something had sparked between them that day. Hanataro knew it.

"Why... why can't I just admit my feelings to you Kiyone. I really like you"

"You said that out loud Hanataro"

Hanataro glanced up to see pretty violet eyes and sandy blonde hair and what looked like pieces of watermelon in that hair.

"Kiyone-chan?" He flushed a deep crimson. There was no way he'd said that out loud, especially not in front of Kiyone!

"I'm really glad you said that, Hanataro because, to be honest... for the past 4 years, I've been wondering how to say the same thing"

The end

Well there you have it, how did you find it? this is rather short because literally it was just to start off but most of my future one-shots will be at least 1K words. I will also write full stories, I've got a few projects I'm working on so I might upload those.

Thanks everyone! ^.^