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Chapter one

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The boy walked over to the room with quiet steps, carrying a small bottle of medicine with him. As he reached the screen door that he was supposed to be at, he sat down seiza style in front of it and knocked on the floor three times before sliding it open.

"Hisagi Fukutaichou, the medical cream that you… Hisagi-san??"

The boy looked around the room with a confused look on his face. The Lieutenant wasn't there in his room. 'But Unohana Taichou said that he would be here for the medical cream…' Shrugging it off he closed the door and was about to leave when he bumped into a broad chest.

"Hanatarou?"

Looking up he saw him looking down with a confused look on his own face.

"What are you- oh yeah, the medical cream." Shuuhei mumbled as he slapped his forehead. 'Of course, why else would he be here? He would never come looking for me.' He sighed to himself.

"Well why don't you come in? I got some modern-world candy that Renji gave me when he got back." He said as he grabbed the boy's small wrist and dragged him inside, not giving him the choice to come or not. Sliding the door shut he fished a small pack of Hi-Chu from a pocket from the inner fold of his Shinigami attire. Turning around he tossed it at Hanatarou who caught it with both hands and murmured a small 'thank you,' the bottle of medical cream sat by his feet.

"A-Ano, Unohana-Taichou told me to apply the cream since there are a few steps to applying it to the wound. So, um, can you show it to me?"

Faint heat rose to Shuuhei's cheeks at the smaller boy's innocent request. Shaking it off he nodded and began to pull his Haori off, letting the fabric hang by his waist. Sitting down he felt Hana's hand feel around from behind, his gentle touches… He winced when he felt a wet rag/washcloth clean the large wound, it went diagonally across his back and it wasn't too old, only a few days.

Hanatarou closed his eyes and concentrated on his hands, soon enough the gentle blue orbs of light surrounded his hands and pressed it onto the wound, sucking out whatever poison or foreign substance was in there. The large cut began to mend itself, but not entirely, the ends began to heal into scars but stopped healing after a few inches. Taking his hands away he took the small bottle in his hands and popped the lid open. He scooped up a small amount of the white herbal cream and rubbed it onto the remaining portion of the wound. His fingers went round and round in small circles, applying just enough pressure but no too much so it wouldn't hurt.

"It's almost finished Hisagi-san." The boy said as he pulled out a few patched from inside of his haori and placed them on the treated wound.

"There, all fixed." He said as he placed the lid back on. Shuuhei pulled his haori back on and retied the strings that kept it together. Turning around he noticed the smaller boy wipe the remaining cream off of his fingers, heat rushed to his cheeks again at the sight, bush managed to push his urges down, too bad he couldn't hide the blush and couldn't go on unnoticed.

"Hisagi-san? You look a little flushed…" He said as he placed a hand on his forehead. Shuuhei let his lids fall, loving the feeling of his small hand against his forehead.

"Hanatarou…" He whispered. Opening his eyes he gave the boy a soft smile and ruffled his hair.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." He said, resting his hand on his head. Hanatarou gave a pout-like smile in return and withdrew his hand, the other Shinigami following suit. Taking the small bottle he stood up and brushed off the imaginary wrinkles from his hakama.

"Hisagi-Fukutaichou, I will come back within a week and take a look at your wound. Now, if you will excuse me…" He said as he bowed and opened the screen door and walked out.

He left.

Just like that, he was gone.

Shuuhei gave a grumble and fell on his back, but winced when he felt pain shoot through his body.

"Hanatarou…"

His voice was a whisper, filling the empty air around him and hanging over his head. Why was he so interested in the boy? What intrigued him about the small boy? And when did he start loving him?! Wait. Love? Shuuhei blinked as he stared up at his ceiling. Did he love Hanatarou? Since when? The Shinigami gave a distressed sigh and let his eyes close, letting images of the small medic fill his mind.

-- (The night after when Aizen, Tousen, and Gin Left)

The night air felt cool against his skin as he walked on by. His feet soundless against the out door corridors of the Hospital building (I don't know what to call Unohana's healing center, if you do know then please let me know) He had his eyes closed since he was walking by so slow, he didn't hear the rushed footsteps as he got near the corner. As he turned somebody ran into him, making his eyes open. The other person lost balance so he was about to fall when Shuuhei grabbed his shoulders and helped him regain his balance. The boy looked up, his blue eyes meeting his own.

"…A-Arigatou…" He heard him whisper.

"A, aah."

He felt his heart run faster and his grip on the boy's shoulders tightened. He guessed that this person was a medic, seeing how he didn't carry a zanpakutou. The boy had his hands on his chest, his small lithe hands.

"Ano… "

His small whisper pulled him out of his light daydream, making him let go of his shoulders. The boy pulled back and gave a light bow before he walked away, leaving Shuuhei in a strange state.

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A smile ghosted his lips as he remembered the first time he got a close view of the medic, and one good feel of his body pressed against his own was enough to get him excited.

"Hanatarou…"

He let his name fall from his mouth and float around in the air, his eyes slowly opening to stare at the ceiling above him.

"Guess I'll see you in a few days…"

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… This story is so weird, I mean, if you don't like it I can't blame you.

Flames are welcome.

This story is OOC, don't you think? And how I made them meet, sounds like complete bull shit doesn't it? Oh well, at least I tried. Oh, and just so you know this is a revised version of 'Gentle boy,' I just decided to re-write it and make it better (even though it got worse.) Thanls for reading though, it means a lot to me (and I'm not being sarcastic.)

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