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Chapter two
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He waited all week for this day to come. To be honest, he didn't think that Hanatarou would need to come after this, the giant slash was nearly gone, and the scab was on the verge of falling off (he picked it off anyway.)
'So after this… there would be no reason for him and I to cross paths again (unless I get hurt… or somehow build a wall of friendship with him within a few minutes).' Shuuhei thought absent mindedly as he rolled around his room, lying on this back.
'Oh well, it doesn't matter much anyway. As long as he's happy, I guess I could live with that.'
A small knock against the floor outside his door made him snap back to reality.
The door slid open, revealing the small boy with another bottle in his hands, this time it was filled with pills.
"Hisagi-Fukutaichou, good afternoon. As promised I have reported to take a look at your wound." He said as he stepped inside and sat seiza style in front of him.
"… Hanatarou, there's no need to be so formal, can't we be on the same level?" Shuuhei asked as he began to loosen the strings that kept his haori together,
"Sorry if it displeases you, but you are a Fukutaichou, therefore I must treat you with the required respect." Hanatarou answered. Shuuhei thought about it for a moment.
"What if…"
Hanatarou looked up.
"What if we were close friends? Would you still be so formal and polite?" Shuuhei asked. A thick silence hung in the air for a short moment.
"Hnn, I guess not. You do have a point there Fukutaichou. But we are not on the same level and we aren't really close, so I don't think it can be helped." Hanatarou said as he shrugged.
"Now please turn around and let me see the results."
Shuuhei turned around.
"…. This is good, right on schedule. But just in case…"
He heard the lid of the jar pop open and the pills rattling out.
"Fukutaichou, turn around please, and swallow this."
He turned around and saw Hanatarou handing out three small pills. One red, the other purple, and the third was clear.
"These three will make sure that nothing will happen and assure the fourth squad that you're healthy."
"… No water?"
"Um… it's not supposed to be taken with any drinks. And after you take these three you can't eat for an hour."
"Alright. Thanks." Shuuhei said as he took the three. But when his fingertips brushd against the palm of his hand he (Hanatarou) shivered.
"Something wrong?"
"Nothing, I was caught in an accident earlier this morning, so my arm has been feeling strange. But it's nothing, I'll fix it at the end of the day." He said, but the Fukutaichou just narrowed his eyes.
"You're lying."
"…?"
He could see that Hanatarou got nervous as soon as he asked him what was wrong, and he scratched his neck when he was explaining why. When people lie their bodies react, like the nose getting bigger and itchy, or paling, or subconsciously scratching the back of their necks or ears. (A/n: this is all true, I read it on msn lol)
Shuuhei grabbed the hurting arm (which was the right) and pulled him down, causing the smaller boy to cry out as he fell. The Fukutaichou pulled up the sleeve but stopped when his eyes stared down at the colors painted on his delicate skin. Pretty shades of purples and nasty grays were smeared here and there, leading up to his shoulder and probably to the rest of his body.
"Who did this?" The older man asked, his grip getting tighter. Hanatarou grimaced and tried to pull away. But the death grip on his bruised arm wouldn't budge.
"Who did this?" He repeated.
"Nngh… Fu-Fukutaichou… you're hurting me…"
Shuuhei's eyebrow twitched, he wasn't going to answer was he? Pushing the boy down flat on his back Shuuhei pulled apart the haori, letting the his eyes see the colors that was decorating the smaller boy's skin. He grit his teeth.
"Hanatarou, I want an answer; who did this to you?" He seethed through his teeth. Hanatarou closed his eyes for a moment before replying;
"I…uh… it's… it's nothing. I'm okay. It's nothing, really, I'm fine. I can heal myself anytime so it's okay-"
"No, it's not okay." Shuuhei cut him off. His grip loosened and he let his head hang loosely in front on Hana's.
"It's never okay for someone to be beat, especially you." He said in a defeated tone.
"How could you say 'I'm fine,' or 'It's nothing?' It's not nothing."
"… Shuuhei–san… Why are you concerning yourself in this matter?" Hana whispered, the older boy gave a smile.
'He finally said my name.'
"Because I owe you for helping me with my wound and I'm not going to leave you in a situation like this. We are both Shinigami, and there is no reason for me not to help you."
"… But, I don't know what squad he was from or his name. He just popped up from the bushes with a few others and started… err…"
"What did he look like?"
"Uun… He was tall and had a boney face with creepy eyes. And his hair was shaved off except for the middle."
"Anyone else?"
"A big muscular guy with a torn uniform, he had a red feather in his hair."
Shuuhei gave a sigh, he knew those two.
"Alright, I'm pretty sure I know who they are, but stay away from where they came okay? And if anything happens come to me, got it?"
"…Hai, Shuuhei-san."
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