Drunken Foolishness
Summary: After the Arrancar War every Shinigami wants to party. So what happens when Captain Kyoraku Shunsui and Ise Nanao have had too much to drink? Will it last? Or was everything just … a Drunken Foolishness?
Rating: This is an M-rated Story. This will have sex scenes in upcoming chapters, so if you don't like that, please don't read it. There are a few really good Nanao/Shunsui stories out there without sex in it.
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo is the God of Bleach and I own nothing. If I owned it, there'd be a lot more of Nanao/Shunsui action.
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Chapter 1: Drunken Development
Finally, the war was over. The Arrancar defeated and not too many casualties on their side- Ise Nanao's analytical mind supplied. With a tortured sigh she had a look around. The whole of Sereitei had changed into a party hell and she could even see Yamamoto-soutaicho having fun. Why did she know he was having fun? Because he smiled. It wasn't an actual smile smile but it was a curl of lips that was like a laugh attack for him.
All the streets of Sereitei had various tables that held food and drink for all the Shinigami. Garlands gave a nice illumination onto the streets and onto the Shinigami who currently wandered the streets with merriment. Big pillows were arranged around the street corners for Shinigami to lounge in them. In the centre of Sereitei a little dais with some pillows had been built for the captains. For some Shinigami it had been the first time seeing all the Captains in one place.
Nanao sighed. Everybody was partying, in various stages of being drunk and she could even make out some 11th squad members dancing with members from squad 4. Preposterous. But not today it seemed. She sighed again. It was hell.
The only thing Nanao could think of was the mountainous stack of paperwork that would wait for her after tomorrow, because tomorrow everybody had a day off. Nanao couldn't remember the last day she had had off. She was sure there was one day in between the traitorous Aizen and the long Arrancar War happenings, that she had had off but by god she couldn't remember.
She was just thinking about how she could sneak into the office tomorrow and get a head start on the paperwork, when a shrill, "Nanao-san" intruded in her musings.
She turned around from her seated position. (She had picked up a pillow from someone who wouldn't even notice that the pillow was gone and was lounging near some 8th Squad members.)
She could see a highly inebriated Matsumoto Rangiku making her way towards her.
"Nanaaaaaaaaaaao, come, dance with me." She sing-songed.
"I would rather not." Nanao replied politely but sternly.
"What is this?" Rangiku suddenly turned fake-serious, "You aren't drinking?! Shame on you; come 'ere!"
Before Nanao could protest, a sake cup was shoved towards her mouth and it went down in one swig.
Nanao was spluttering but Rangiku was just intoning happily "See, that wasn't so bad!"
"I would –gargh!" And another big cup of sake went into Nanao's mouth.
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Kyoraku Shunsui was currently lounging beside his best friend drinking happily and singing songs he had just thought up. He had a rapt and also furiously drunk audience who hooted after his last lewd verse.
"Yare, yare, that was nothing!" he boasted. "Let's hear it from Ukitake." And he wanted to give the limelight onto his friend, but that one was so drunk that his head was lolling slowly from side to side. "Ukitake, you're not dieing, are you?" A bit of concern was able to come through his sake-muddled brain.
"No, at least I don't think so." Was the only thing he brought out before falling heavily onto his big pillow and passing out cold, to the big amusement of his two 3rd Seats who found it so funny they came up with their own song about Ukitake passing out.
Shunsui happily sang along and let his eyes wander over the gathered people.
Kurosaki Ichigo was dancing with his friends – without the help of alcohol mind you. He still thought it a shame that they were still minors. Considering how they had all fought nearly giving their lives to stop Aizen, like Ichigo, it was hard to believe that they were all so young. But he looked forward to going with them on a drunken bar brawl as soon as they weren't minors anymore. Ah, the joys of being old, and he sipped from another cup enjoying the atmosphere in general.
It had been a long time since everybody had been so relaxed and was able to frolic. He knew there had been many losses but not as many as expected. Still, every single loss was too much and he poured himself a larger cup of sake. When it burned deliciously down his throat he felt the deep pain of loss dispel.
When he noticed Ukitake moving he wanted to tease him about not being able to hold his liquor but a loud, or as it were, louder commotion as was already going on drew his attention and what he saw next made his jaw drop open in an astonished gasp.
He shook Ukitake hard, gripping the front of Ukitake's robes tightly, probably harder than he should have, but not really caring in his drunkenness. "Ukitake, hey pretty boy, wakey, wakey, can you see that?!" And with nearly desperate and drunken force, Shunsui was able to wake Ukitake. Sort of.
"Whaaa?" He asked in his inebriated state.
" I- Is that, that over there my Nanao-chan?!" Shunsui was still jaw-slacked.
"Hun? Where?... Oh." Was the only thing Ukitake Jushiro could bring out.
Because what more was there to say, when you saw one of the most serious, capable and dedicated women in all of Sereitei, who by the way detested alcohol, sing and dance drunkenly on one of the many tables with the infamous Matsumoto Rangiku whose enormous breasts were about to fall out. Not much.
"Nanao-chan doesn't like alcohol." Shunsui brought out in a whiny tone.
"Well, apparently she does." And with that Ukitake fell asleep again despite Shunsui's tight grip on his robes. Shunsui let go of Ukitake, who fell back onto his pillow and snuggled into it contentedly.
Shunsui got up, slowly, knowing from experience that getting up fast with – he looked behind himself and counted- 14 whole sake bottles in his system, was not a good idea . And then made his way with a swagger and his ankle bracelet swinging on his way over to Nanao.
He arrived just when the two of them were about to fall off the table. Hero that he was he made it his mission to save the two fukutaichos. This was quite a bad idea because he didn't take into account that he was quite drunk himself and so the three of them landed in a heap of bodies on the ground.
"Taicho!" Nanao said happily and slurred his rank quite a bit so it sounded more like taishuuu.
"I'm soooo, soooo happy tha' ye caught us, yeah, sooooooo haaaaaapppppyyy." And with that the normally overly correct Nanao began to sing how happy she was and repeated these verses over and over, sitting sideways on her taicho's lap and snaking her arms around his head. Suffice it to say that Shunsui enjoyed himself greatly and forgot the strangeness of the situation instantly and when Nanao came to her third repetition he sang happily along with her.
Rangiku, who had landed on Shunsui's feet was quite happily asleep and snuggled a sake bottle to her generous bosom.
Shunsui leaned against a table to keep himself and his fukutaicho upright, so that Nanao was draped over her taicho, only because she couldn't quite manage to stay upright on her own.
"Taishuuuu, I think I hav'ta go home." Nanao slurred tiredly and put out.
"Hmm?" Shunsui listened only with half an ear because he was busy with running his hand up and down her bare leg, which was uncovered because she lay in quite a sprawl against him.
"I wan' ma bed." And Nanao tried to disentangle herself from her taicho on the ground. Only with his help and some displeased grumbles from Rangiku did she manage the, for her, enormous feat.
"I'll help ya home, Nanao-chaaaaaan." He sing-songed.
And so they made their way to Nanao's quarters in the early morning hours, stepping over Shinigami, who were already out cold on the ground, sleeping on every surface possible.
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When Nanao next opened her eyes, she wished she was dead. Her head pounded something fierce as if somebody was knocking against her brain and her eyes felt as if they wanted to pop out of their sockets. And her body, God, her body ached. Everywhere.
She opened her eyes slowly and was blinded by the sun that streamed into her bedroom. "Gagh." Was the only sound she was able to make and her tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth.
"At least I'm in my own bedroom." She thought looking at the very familiar window and its near vicinity.
Nanao knew why she didn't drink. She remembered her last hang-over from her academy years and she knew that she couldn't hold her liquor at all.
"Please God, let me remember this the next time I'm about to indulge in alcohol."
"Argh." She tried to move, without any success. It was then that she noticed something strange. Her pillow felt strange and when she looked at it she knew why. It wasn't a pillow it was an arm. With dawning horror she noticed that she was naked under her thin sheets.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God, what did I do?!" She whispered to herself.
The arm was probably attached to a body.
And with that she heaved her body onto her opposite side with much trouble and got the shock of her life. Because on the other side of the bed lay no other than her very own taicho, Kyoraku Shunsui.
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Cliffy, yeah. I love to write them, but hate to read them. LOL.
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