Ok guys, this is my very first fanfic so please be gentle...It's ShunsuixNanao centered and rating might change later, it depends on them and you.. Really sorry for crappy english and crappy japanish!! Please review I need to know what you think!Well, have fun!

Peacefully

Ise Nanao was peacefully scattering rose petals atop the sleeping man at her feet. The movement she repeated was graceful and perfect, her right hand going back and forth as the petals left her fingers and floated their way down to finally settle on the broad half exposed chest of the man she called taicho. Her back was straight, her hair perfectly caught on the back of her head with a hairclip, her shinigami uniform did not have a single wrinkle on it. Everything about the woman spoke of control and perfection.

The scenery had a touch of perfection too: It was one of the rare warm winter days. The man was asleep under a tree positioned near the river bank , and the beautiful woman he had the luck to call his fuku taicho (though he rarely called her that) was throwing rose petals on him.

Yes the scenery was perfect one could observe..Until said one would look at Ise Nanao's face.. Her expression was a mixture of annoyance, anger and boredom. A small vein appeared on her forehead as she heard the slight snoring of her peacefully sleeping taicho. 'Throwing rose petals on him to make an impression was one thing, but throwing petals for him to sleep…'She breathed in trying to control herself .

" Kyoraku taicho" no response.

"sir" no response The vein on her forehead was growing with every passing second.

' Stay calm Nanao' she told herself, ' you're only damaging your mental health this way, don't let it get to you!'

She kneeled down next to the sleeping man and watched him as he steadily breathed in and out. ' he looks so peaceful' she thought. She carefully pulled up the tip of his hat to look at his face. He was obviously asleep and he was smiling. 'A perverted smile..' Nanao sweatdropped. She knew that smile and knew what was coming after it. He would wake up eventually and he would insist that she hears his perverted dream in every detail. Then she would hit him with something heavy and he would sulk about her being so cold and harsh to him.

Nanao sighted lightly. How could this intolerable man be a well respected taicho? 'Well try to be female and spend a single day with him, then tell me about honorable Kyoraku Shunsui' she thought.

She looked at her taicho's sleeping face again. A wicked smile spread on her lips as she came up with an idea to upset Shunsui. She bent down near the sleeping mans ear.

"Kyoraku …taicho… wake up, please…" She whispered in his ear as huskily as she could master ( Kami , this is really not my section..) making sure to breath lightly (like you always do to me when I'm not paying attention to your whining!)

The up until then sleeping man popped his eyes open and remained still for a moment before Nanao heard his voice under the hat.

"Na-Nanao-chan?"

'Wow, his voice is trembling , I must be good at this!' Nanao who was now standing thought. ' I'll have that in mind..'

"Yes sir?" She asked impassively.

He pulled the tip of his hat and looked at her with a surprised expression.

"Did you …say anything?" He asked her hesitatingly.

"No sir, but since you woke up I believe we should return to the office. As you know there is a lot of work to be done and we are behind schedule too. " Her face was unreadable and completely stoic. ' Kuchiki Byakuya would be proud' she thought successfully suppressing a giggle.

"Oh.." 'He looked..what was that..?.. disappointed?' Nanao raised an eyebrow and his expression changed in a flash of an eye to the usual smiling slightly perverted one she knew all too well.

"Oh well, you Know Nanao-chan I had a wonderful dream I want to te.."

BWAM!!

"ouch!"

"Some other time sir. If you don't mind I will go on ahead." The vein on her forehead pumped dangerously. With a last look and a bow she sunpoed away.

Shunsui lifted the basket from his head and looked at Nanao leaving. The remaining rose petals from the basket were scattered on his head and started falling off it as he removed the basket. He smiled sadly.

"I dreamt of you…" He breathed lightly after she had left.

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Well..?What do you think? Was it bad, too bad or extremely bad? Please let me know!