Untitled for now
Rating: G for now
Summary: Currently Hanatarou just woke up in Kenpachi's room--with his stuff there. I'm not sure where I'm going with this but please if you have ideas or you want the f'in story LET ME KNOW!
Warnings: I write yaoi the end
It was the feeling of another body touching his that woke him. A very large very warm body. It was the realization that the body belonged to Kenpachi Zaraki that had him across the room flat on his butt with his fingers digging into the floor a second later.
After taking a careful inventory of himself and noting the position of the sun outside of what he guessed was Kenpachi's quarters he realized several things. First it was not eight at night anymore it wasn't even night. Second a lot of things Kenpachi kept in his room were very similar to his things—wait these were his things. This led him to one conclusion. He'd blacked out—again.
Why did this always happen to him, when other people pass out they wake up maybe with a few inapproiate drawings on them, maybe some grass or dirt in their mouth from sleeping outside. When he woke up well usually he was in someone's shower , or someone's bed once he'd found himself within the Kuchiki manor wearing a blue kimono and playing a shakuhachi for someone behind a screen. Considering he did not own or know how to play any musical instruments much less a flute, he was very confused about the situation, regardless he'd gone straight to Unohana-taichou to report back to work, not before getting reamed by their third seat about disappearing for five days—around the part about professional responsibility Kotetsu fukutaichou arrived grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away. She gave him a quick once over taking in his newly acquired kimono and frowned.
Surprisingly all taichou did was check his vitals and ask him what the last thing he remembered was? Strangely he didn't really remember his answer or even how he ended up in his room knitting. He didn't even know how to knit!
He wondered how long he'd been out this time, and what he'd done to end up seemingly living with Kenpachi. Generally he found it a bad idea to draw Kenpachi's attention to himself—most people did, but sitting on the other side of the room covered in shallow cuts, and bruises glaring murder at the pages of a red journal and taking notes on a scroll it seemed—wrong.
"U-um Zaraki-taichou I uh—do you need some help with something?"
Kenpachi spared him a quick glance. Snorted and went back to his study. "Hanatarou right?"
"Y-yes?"
"Good ." He grumbled looking over the book again.
Hanatarou blinked at him, he was without spikes and bells today which somehow made him look even more intimidating—maybe it was because there was nothing to distract from the murderous boiling reiatsu that surrounded him.
"Ken-chan!"
"What brat."
Hanatarou watched as a little pink blur attached itself to a massive shoulder, "Can Pakku-chan play?"
"Pakku chan ain't here right now. Thanks I forgot about that one. That one makes nine."
Yachiru pouted then looked up at Hanatarou, "Then who is it?"
"Hanatarou."
"Aww. Hana-chan is boring! I wanna play with Pakku-chan!"
"S-sorry."
Kenpachi closed the journal with a snap, and rolled up the scroll. "Go play with Ikkaku, I'm busy right now,"
Yachiru turned uncommonly serious eyes on Hanatarou then back to Kenpachi. "Ken-chan be nice!"
"Yeah yeah. Go play with Ikkaku." He waved her towards the door.
"But-"
"I'm not gonna kill him now get out!"
"Are you gonna hurt him?"
"Why the fuck would I do that you stupid brat we're having a grown up talk now go play with Ikkaku or I'm letting Yumi dress you up however he wants tomorrow, including curls and pigtails and we're takin' pictures this time!"
All thoughts of protecting Hanatarou fled in the face of taffeta curls and pigtails, she was gone with a squeal and a slammed screen.
Leaving one very frightened sheep alone with a very sleepy looking wolf. "I show you the book I get Chiyo. I read the book I get the screaming boy, I ask you to many questions about the blackouts I get Chiyo-san I threaten you I get Bo. I frighten you I get Bo. I kiss you I get Miroku—"
"K-Kiss me?"
"Yeah but only after you well Miroku or whoever shoved your hand down my pants, anyway don't interrupt. I confuse you I get Pakku, I confuse you to much and I get Slab. And somehow with all of this shit going on inside you have no fuckin' clue."
"…huh?"
Kenpachi sighed. "Does your taichou know about this?"
"Know about what?"
"All the fuckin' people that live in your damn head! Does your taichou know?"
"All what peopl—"
"The blackouts? You seriously haven't wondered how the fuck you end up on the other side of the fuckin' rukongai wearing a dress. Or how you end up in strange beds—which is ending now by the way. Or even know that you were in a relationship with that squinty fucker Gin."
"WHAT?" That would certainly explain why he'd been bodily picked up in the hallway and shaken demanding what kind of game he was playing. He'd blacked out shortly thereafter. Still though how had Kenpachi-taichou found out about it? "How did you-"
It was about two minutes later
"Ahh fuck you again."
"Zaraki-taichou I thought we had an agreement."
"Yeah so did I."
He watched dispassionately as 'Chiyo' corrected Hanatarou's sprawl with the proper seiza position, hands folded in her lap. It was still a little weird watching someone become a completely different person in a matter of seconds.
Placid, nervous eyes were now cool and sharp; a polite half smile firmly placed on the lips, a pair of square glasses was produced from a pocket deep within his sleeves, glasses that Hanatarou wasn't even aware of having or needing.
"How did I screw up this time?"
"You said our names. He does not know we exist and for the best of all involved he does not need to know we exist.
"Look-"
"What do you want Zaraki-taichou?"
"I want to fight with Bo again. I owe the fucker for that cheap shot."
"And?"
"What else do you want. I have observed you Zaraki-taichou and while many believe you to be nothing more than an mindless fight happy thug, I know better. "
"You know you're my least favorite right?"
Chiyo lifted her chin, and arched a brow, "I have a job to do just like you Zaraki-taichou I keep order, I dispose of the dangerous, I resolve conflict, I observe, and protect Hanatarou from threats possible threats and bad situations. You are all three, plus I personally find you to be very unattractive."