In the Beginning:
There was a Fukutaichou
Aizen approached his fukutaichou. "Gin? Did you even look at these reports before you put them on my desk?"
"Nah," Ichimaru tilted his chair back on two legs, craning his neck to view Aizen upside down. He gave his taichou a sassy grin. "You was gonna read 'em any way. Why should both of us be bored?" He rocked the chair back and forth.
"If you find paperwork boring, why don't you do some training with the men? Some exercise might do you some good, burn off some of that energy." Aizen smiled like an indulgent father at the silver haired man.
Ichimaru thought about it for a minute, training meant running and screaming and bleeding. "Sounds like it could be interesting." Ichimaru sprang to his feet so fast his chair toppled to the floor. Ignoring the fallen furniture, he started for the door of the office.
"Oh, Gin…" Ichimaru turned to Aizen, an inquiring smile on his lips, at the soft spoken phrase. "…don't break any of the men this time." Those smiling lips turned to a pout for a heartbeat before returning to their usual gamine grin. The slender man tossed a careless wave towards his taichou before seeking his subordinates.
Ichimaru gathered the men together on the training field for a little fun. Now this was what being a Shinigami was all about; except in training he wasn't allowed to kill anything. He really hated those bloodless pieces of paper that Aizen seem to love.
Everything was going great. There were some explosions; he did love to watch the men scatter. There was some screaming; one of the men had this really high pitched scream, he needed to figure out who made that delightful sound because they needed to spend a lotmore time together.
Then it happened. One of the men thought he would get the drop, literally, on Ichimaru. The brilliant squad member leapt from the training ground walls, sword raised with a victorious war cry splitting the air. Ichimaru turned, unleashing Hado #58 Orchid Sky on the hapless idiot. He realized level #58 might possibly be a bit excessive but the whole point of training was to educate. When the man landed, then bounced, there was a sickening crunching sound followed immediately by a hoarse shriek.
Everyone on the training field went running to their fallen comrade. Ichimaru shook his head at the scene in front of him. It was obvious that it wasn't a life threatening situation. The men shouldn't have discontinued combat training until he called Halt. This kind of behavior in the field would get them all killed.
"Stand back, let me through." Ichimaru approached the whimpering man with a sigh. "How bad is it?"
The trainee looked up with teary eyes, gasping. "It's broken!"
The vulpine man tilted his head and smiled at the man on the ground. "I know 'dat. Heard it, nice crisp sound it made too. What I'm askin is how bad is it?" The man just looked up at his fukutaichou in pained horrified confusion. Ichimaru had no idea why people couldn't answer simple questions. He peered down at the leg in question. It wasn't turned at any un-natural angles and there didn't seem to be any bones sticking out any where. What a wuss. Still Aizen did say not to break anything and for some reason Ichimaru was fairly certain this would count.
Without a word of warning, the silver haired man grabbed the injured man's wrist and pulled him off the ground. He tugged the screaming man, not the one with the nice high pitched vibrato, across his back.
"I'll take 'em to Fourth to get patched up." Ichimaru shifted his shoulders to settle the man's weight more evenly across his back, causing the injured man to moan pitifully. The vulpine man shook his head again. "You sure are a noisy one ain't 'cha?" Ichimaru flash stepped towards Medical Intake; with any luck, he could get the man fixed before Aizen found out that he broke somebody.
When the argent haired man arrived with his whimpering burden at Fourth, he was immediately greeted by concerned healers. Third Seat Iemura ordered a stretcher team to take the injured man to 2nd Ward. The macho healer handed Ichimaru some forms to fill out and informed the slender fukutaichou that a healer would be in to see the patient shortly. Ichimaru looked down at the papers in his hand with a sigh. Why was there a form for everything?
The slender fukutaichou walked through the busy medical ward till he found his injured man resting in a bed by a window, then settled himself in a nearby chair. He glanced at the papers in his hand; forms could wait. He decided to do some people watching.
People always fascinated Ichimaru. Some of the injured were moaning loudly. Some patients were stoic in their silence but clutched white sheets with fists clenched tight in pain. Some of the bed occupants had friends and lovers yelling at them for getting themselves hurt; while others had people weeping over what was obviously minor damage. Hell, this beat any play Ichimaru had ever gone to see.
The fukutaichou's thoughts were interrupted when a slight blond shinigami approached the bed. The young man bowed slightly to the injured man before introducing himself. "I am Kira and I am here to help you." He gave the moaning man a small smile as he pulled thin supple gloves on almost to his shoulders. Kira turned to greet the man sitting in the visitor's chair. When he saw who was sitting there he gave a jump," Ichimaru Fukutaichou!"
Ichimaru grinned at the mild alarm on the young healer's face before giving the blond a tiny wave and a casual, "Yo!" The little blond didn't do what Ichimaru thought he would do. Usually when Ichimaru started grinning like that people started to either looked scared or tried to back away, not this, what was his name again, Kira person. No, Kira stared at him then blushed a fiery pink. Just to mess with the kid, Ichimaru leered at the delicate blond. Kira's blue eyes widened as his thin lips parted to form an "O". This was turning into a very interesting day.
The patient on the bed shifted giving a loud moan, catching the attention of both men. Ichimaru gave the man an annoyed glance before giving the healer another smile. Kira pulled his attention away from the tall, sexy fukutaichou to again focus on his patient. With the ease of long hours of practice, Kira focused to do a brief examination with Kido. The leg had a clean break, a very basic injury to heal. Hands glowing with healing, the slight blond mended the damaged bone.
Ichimaru watched as the young healer kept sneaking glancing at him even as the blond repaired the injury. Curious blue eyes would trace over Ichimaru's long slender fingers, a pink stain would creep over ivory cheeks, before darting up to the fukutaichou's grinning lips spreading into knowing smile.
The older man couldn't believe it. This…child fresh from the Academy was flirting with him! Ichimaru kicked back in his chair to take stock of his find. The little healer was…well pretty. The little blond reed slim, not tall and with delicate features that were almost feminine. The petit healer was a creamy confection topped with light blond hair and big blue eyes. Ichimaru had always had a taste for confections. He started to wonder what this little Kira tasted like.
The glow of Kido faded from Kira's hands as he finished healing the broken limb. He gave his patient a distracted smile before returning his fascinated gaze to Ichimaru.
"He should be fine now. Have him take it easy for a day or two…" Kira's instructions trailed off as he noticed Ichimaru noticing him. The young healer licked his lips; Ichimaru followed the path of the slick, pink muscle with barely open eyes. Kira gave a breathy gasp and a fierce blush.
Ichimaru stood from the chair to approach the young blond. Kira trembled as the tall silvered fukutaichou got closer and closer. Ichimaru stopped when he was almost touching the smaller man. Kira had to tilt his head to look up at the older man.
"So I should be gentle with 'em…is dat what your sayin'?" The tall silver haired man almost whispered the question. Ichimaru had no idea that eyes could widen as much as Kira's did. It did make it so easy to see how very dilated those blue eyes were.
Kira's voice was breathy as he answered," Ah…at first…then he can resume harder training."
Ichimaru slowly circled the more petit man stopping behind him. The older man bent his head to speak softly in the blond's ear. "I will have to keep what you said in mind." Kira shivered when he felt the warm breathe on the back of his neck.
Ichimaru turned to the man drowsing on the bed, his voice taking on its usual lilting tones, "C'mon, I'm not gonna carry ya back to Fifth. He says ya can walk now."
The argent haired man nodded to the flustered healer, "Thank ya Kira-san. I'll have ta remember what a nice bed-side manner ya got there." He gave the blond one last considering leer before dragging his recently healed subordinate off the bed. "Aizen taichou will be wonderin' where I am." With out anymore ceremony, Ichimaru left, leaving his squad member to extend his thanks before departing himself.
The tall vulpine man thought about Kira all the way back to his office. The little healer was definitely interesting. Even better it appeared that blond was interested. Now, how to arrange a way to see more of Kira? By the time Ichimaru entered Fifth Compound, he had come up with a plan.
Aizen greeted Ichimaru when he entered the Admin building, "Gin, I thought I told you not to break any of the men." The younger man tossed Aizen a flippant grin as he draped himself in his chair.
"I know but they are so fragile. 'Sides I took 'em to get fixed. He even walked back all by himself." The silver haired man kicked back in his chair to watch his taichou from the corner of his eye. "Ya know what I was thinkin'? I don't spend 'nough time trainin' the men. That man shoulda known a stunt like that wouldn't work." Ichimaru gave Aizen his best innocent smile. "Think I'll do some more trainin' tomorrow. I know the men will really like that."
Aizen was silent as he scrutinized his fukutaichou. He gave his head a small shake before giving Ichimaru a small indulgent smile that didn't warm his brown eyes. "Gin, what are you up to?"
Ichimaru's grin was so self-satisfied that it caused his taichou a moment of unease. Aizen hoped Gin had disposed of the evidence from what ever crime he had committed in a suitably covert manner.
When the silver haired man spoke it did nothing to change the course of older man's thoughts. "Nothin' ya need concern yourself with taichou. I may have found somethin' ta play with is all." Ichimaru grinned with anticipation.
"Do please consult me before you kill anyone. I like to keep informed." Aizen's comment was brushed aside with a wave of Ichimaru's long fingers.
"Nah, it's nothin' like that." The vulpine man rocked his chair a few times before giving Aizen a glance from the corner of his eye. "It's personal."
Aizen narrowed his eyes from behind the heavy frames of glasses. He had never known Gin to have a "personal" before. The brunet considered the slender man. Gin also seemed, well, happy which usually preceded some sort of mayhem. One thing Aizen was very sure of, if Ichimaru didn't want to tell him what it was; the older man wasn't going to find out about it from his fukutaichou.
"Fine then," Aizen put his hand on Ichimaru's shoulder, smiling down at the seated man. "Keep me posted if that changes." Aizen walked past Gin to exit the office. "I shall see you in the morning."
Ichimaru waved before calling out, "Bye-Bye!" He grinned up at the ceiling; tomorrow was going to be a good day.
