The arm was probably attached to a body

Hi everybody. As promised you get the new chapter today. Puh, didn't think I would make it, but here you go.

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Chapter 2: Foolish Explanation

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.

"Oh my god, oh my God…" Nanao just couldn't think of anything else to say.

But after a few more minutes of her litany, her muddled brain finally caught up to the situation. Alright, let's get to the facts. Nanao loved her facts, statistics and analyses, you name them. She couldn't live without them.

She was probably naked. She pulled the blanket away from her body for a second to make sure. Yep naked. Hunh? Was that…? With a blush Nanao concluded it was a hickey on her left breast.

She was in bed with her taicho. She looked at Kyouraku-taicho next to her. Nanao scrutinized the facial features. Yes, that was the taicho she had served under for a few decades now. She let her eyes roam over the exposed flesh for a moment because she had never seen him without this much of his chest bare. Her bed sheet started to cover him low on his abdomen. For a second Nanao just looked her fill. Who wouldn't, if a famous taicho, one of the strongest to boot, was in one's bed with his chest bare. But she ripped her eyes from her captain.

And her captain was naked. She didn't dare lift her thin sheet but it was quite obvious that he was naked. Her sheet was thin.

And judging from the state of her pounding head, she had drunk a lot too much.

So to summarize, she was naked in bed with her equally naked captain and she had been drunk.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God-" Nanao get a grip on yourself, she scolded herself.

Breathe in, and breathe out, the simplest of all meditation techniques. And also the most efficient one.

Getting her act together, she worked up the courage to wake him but as soon as her hand came near his shoulder where she had wanted to shake him awake, his hand was suddenly there and was holding hers in a tight grip.

With a groan his eyes blinked open and when the sunshine was also too much for him he put the arm that was not holding hers over his eyes.

It didn't seem as if he wanted to move his hand or himself anytime soon, so Nanao took matters into her own hands and cleared her throat.

The hand that was gliding over hers stilled as did his whole body. He held in his breath.

In a very slow movement, her taicho lifted his arm from his head and looked in her direction and when their eyes met it seemed as if even the time stood still.

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When Shunsui had woken to the feel of someone getting into his personal space he woke with a start. His head felt as if 1000 little hollows were currently raking their claws against his skull.

And the sun which was streaming into the room was like little needles right into his eyeballs. He tried to shield his eyes with his arm as best as he could be the damage was done.

The hand felt smooth and elegant under his hand so he knew instantly that he had a female as his bed partner. Other experiences over the years had not ended in the same conclusion.

And with all these conclusions he knew he had drunk too much, even for him, who could hold his liquor like no other.

When he heard her clear her throat he stilled. He knew this SPEZIELL certain sound. He knew it all too well. But that couldn't be, could it?!

Slowly he opened his eyes and when his chocolate brown eyes met startlingly blue eyes that seemed violet in certain lights and moods he couldn't find anything to say but let his eyes wander.

For it was not every day that he saw his overly correct fukutaicho sitting up in bed, the sheet around her chest as her only garment, her hair beautifully tousled from sleep just so long that the ends caressed her shoulder and swayed around her face. And her face. It was a sight to behold because it was the first time he saw his Nanao-chan without her glasses. She looked like a totally different woman without them. She looked soft and even a bit … vulnerable. Words he would normally never use to describe his diligent fukutaicho.

She was gripping the sheet tightly to her apparently naked body with one hand while he was still in possession of the other one which he reluctantly gave free. Her newly-freed hand joined her other one instantly to help clasp the sheet to her breasts.

There was still an awkward silence in the room. No one had said a word yet and the quiet was oppressive.

Nanao having had enough of the quietness went into defence.

"What did you do?!" Her words, spoken in an average voice, shattered the stillness of the moment.

"Me? What I did? What did you do?" He asked in gentle tones knowing that he should try his hardest not to aggravate her.

"I- I don't know." And if possible her hands tightened even more. And the small and unsure voice nearly broke his heart.

Shunsui was quiet.

"Well, then you don't have to worry. Because I can't remember a thing either. We were both probably too drunk to do anything at all except fall into bed."

"I'm naked." Nanao said distraught.

His eyes wandered over the sheet which hid her body from his perusal.

Negligently he lifted his sheet from his body and looked under it. Nanao scrambling to keep the sheet on her form.

"Yare, yare, that makes two of us then. I guess we're in your quarters, seeing as I can't remember that my room was quite as tidy as this room. And don't worry I'm not at my best when drunk, Nanao-chan." He said lightly, trying in vain to invoke some humour into the situation.

Nanao just sat there and the hickey on her breast pulsed in sync with her heart. And the ache between her legs spoke of vigorous activities during the night.

Nanao saw the out he was not knowingly giving her but she just couldn't, couldn't lie to her taicho. It went against everything she believed in.

With a heavy sigh she turned fully to her taicho and with a blush, admitted.

"I don't think we did nothing, taicho." Nanao gave the confession and turned her head again, expected some sort of gloating smile from her taicho and something silly, because he had finally gotten her into bed but nothing came from him. And when she lifted her eyes to meet his, he frowned.

"What?!" Nanao asked not knowing what to expect now.

But her taicho was strangely quiet until with a sigh he reclined back into her mattress and looked up at the ceiling as if he could find all the answers of the world up there.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Because Nanao who had an answer to nearly everything had no idea what to do now.

Her taicho just closed his eyes and sighed.

"Alright. You will not tell a soul of this, do you hear me? Oh, God, this is a class B felony! A felony! We can be demoted! No, not true, they won't demote you. You're a captain, one of the most famous at that. You will keep your job, but me? They will kick me out of my job so fast it will be faster than your shunpo, which says a lot."

Said a totally strained Nanao. She just wanted for the floor to open up and swallow her and never let her out again.

With an accusing stare she kept her eyes straight on his.

"Yare, yare, Nanao-chan. They won't do anything at all, because they won't know anything. We don't even know anything for that matter. So don't worry, Nanao-chan."

And with his trademark grin he made as if to get up. Nanao hastily averted her eyes but as soon as she heard a painful moan from him her eyes jerked back onto him and as soon as she saw the reason for his pained exclamation, she blushed scarlet because there were ten perfect deep-red scratches on his perfectly formed ass.

Shunsui was currently looking back down over his shoulder while standing up to see the red imprints of her nails. He nearly chuckled. But pure self-preservation kept him from expressing his feelings, seeing that Nanao tried (in vain) to vanish or at least make her highly red head, less red.

Oh, so there was a wildcat underneath all those clothes, indeed. He thought with glee. Maybe, maybe…

He looked around himself and took in Nanao's quarters. He had been in here before, before it had been Nanao's room.

It was really tidy if you overlooked the clothes strewn all over the room but somehow it felt nice, and warm. There was a pair of large fans right over the bed. And there were other little decorative items all over the average-sized room. Little trinkets he would have never thought Nanao would possess. He wanted to explore her room and in effect, her, but he knew that Nanao was on her last reserves already. She needed room now and so he went over to his Shinigami robes in a casual stroll. Knowing that her eyes followed his every movement, he stepped into his robes, trying to keep his brains from spilling out onto the floor, all the while.

When he strapped his zanpaktuos back into his sash, he sighed because of their familiar weight at his hips.

He looked around for his straw-hat and his haori but couldn't find the items.

Inquisitively, he looked over at Nanao.

"Have you seen my haori, or my hat?" Nanao twitched as if she had been in a trance and had woken from it with a start.

She looked around herself and tried to overlook her underwear on one of her bed posts she could vaguely make out without her glasses.

She looked around herself and saw something pink peeking out from under her side of the bed. She bent down to it and heard her taicho suck in a breath, knowing exactly why because her back was utterly bare and he probably got an eyeful.

She swiped the haori out and threw it in his direction. She sure as hell didn't want him to come any closer to her.

He caught it in one hand and slipped into it. After that he stood there for a moment looking at Nanao and knew that there was no point in talking now. She needed space which he wanted to give her.

He looked around once more.

"If you see my hat, can you bring it with you into the office?" He asked calmly.

Nanao jerked her head in the affirmative and with that he walked to her door. Sliding it open he was reassured that he couldn't feel any of his division members being around.

Just as he was about to walk over the threshold he paused and without turning back around to face her he said softly, "I'm sorry, Nanao."

And with these serious parting words he left her quarters sliding the shoji door closed and Nanao fell back into bed with a heavy sigh.

What was she supposed to do now? She had broken a law. It was not as if she hadn't done it before, just look at the whole Kuchiki Rukia debacle. She had gone against Sereitei law but that had been because of loyalty towards her taicho. She … trusted him and knew instinctively that it had been the right thing to do. They had paid the price with an hours long lecture from Yamamoto-soutaicho which stated that they were on thin ice.

Everybody knew what that meant. But Yamamoto-soutaicho would forgive his golden boys, Ukitake and Kyoraku, pretty much everything, she thought. He was proud of them beyond reason and thought of them as his sons.

If anybody ever heard of …this… she couldn't even think of the words to describe what had happened. She knew she'd be toast, knowing the soutaicho's zanpaktuo, and she'd have been a Shinigami for the longest while. She had broken the law twice in just one year. It was dizzying even thinking of it.

Nanao tried to get up but as soon as she was standing and felt the fluid leaking out from between her legs, she shuttered and blanched.

She was not on birth control. Oh, God. She desperately tried to count days in her mind and was reassured that the time of her cycle didn't seem to be right to get pregnant but discretion is the better part of valour.

With that she went into her bathroom and showered during which she made out some more hickeys on very unusual places. She just hoped she still had some of the make-up Rangiku always gave her and tried to make her use it, to conceal all the hickeys.

Because she did not want to go into Fourth, on an off day no less, to get an examination and show off some fresh hickeys. She just hoped they didn't ask any questions.

Nanao breathed out and let the water cascade over her. She couldn't even think of all the implications, yet. God, what had she done?!

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Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

This was really difficult to write and I'm not sure if I want to continue like I had originally planned. I have this super uber-villain in my head but somehow I think I'll just concentrate on Nanao and Shunsui but well, I'm still undecided.