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One Night Stand
Chapter 2
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Ise Nanao was sick.
Or so she thought.
At any rate, vomiting continuously into a small toilet bowl was not her preferred way to start a morning.
She could not get sick now of all times; in less than a month it was her turn to go to Karakura to oversee the general hollow conditions there. She could not miss her shift; as a lieutenant, it just wasn't done. If you took your job as seriously as Ise Nanao did, that is.
She sighed, running a hand through unkempt hair. It had been three weeks or so since her… encounter with Shunsui-taicho, and this atrocious vomiting had started the day before yesterday. Nanao-chan, you should go see Unohana-san, she'll make you better! a voice that sounded suspiciously like said captain piped up in her head.
Closing her eyes in submission, she slowly dressed and made her way to the 4th division.
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"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT? THE HELL IS THIS?"
Under normal circumstances, the cool and impassive Ise Nanao would not have blown up as she had. She was not the type to curse at all. But, naturally, these were not normal circumstances.
"Ise-fukutaicho. You must calm down. If what I suspect is true, then you must not become overly stressed."
"I-it can't be true, Unohana-taicho. It just can't be."
"Well, we'll have to take the test and find out, won't we?" Unohana-taicho said in a gentle but firm voice. "Now please, sit down in this chair. I will give you a reiatsu once-over."
Nanao let out a long breath. "These test results are confidential, right?"
"Yes, of course, unless you choose to reveal them to someone. I would suggest telling Shunsui-taicho, so he knows not to put you on missions that are too hard—"
"NO!" Frantic thoughts ran across her mind; she could not let Kyouraku-taicho find out. If she did, then he could put two and two together…
"It is your choice, Ise-fukutaicho."
Nanao nodded wearily.
A few minutes passed as blue light shimmered from Unohana's fingertips. And then, "Congratulations, Ise-san. You are with child… now I will need to schedule bimonthly appointments with you to see how it is coming along. In around three months you'll be able to find out what gender the child is."
Head bowed, Nanao nodded slowly before exiting the room.
How could she have let this happen? What had she done that night? The infuriating white fuzz still blocked the events three weeks ago; she could not recall anything except becoming unbelievable drunk. Hopefully, bits and pieces of memory would come back to her slowly.
Back in her office, she slowly banged her head against the table. Dammit. This complicates matter so much. This isn't just one isolated incident; now I've got to be hiding a child from my captain? Ludicrous. Maybe I could get a division transfer…? No. She sighed. I'm too devoted to him. I've gotten myself in too deep, over my head, bit off more than I could chew… all of those human clichés.
I'm never getting drunk again.
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Shunsui groaned, rubbing his head tiredly. Such a long day at work… Nanao-chan chasing him with her fan, whacking him in the head in the book, completing one form (the most important one, for the division's sake funds)… all in one morning. Blessed relief had returned when Nanao had run to the bathroom. On the way back, she had called into the office and told him, inexplicably, that she had to run to the 4th division for something. Probably papers Unohana-san had to sign.
Life was unfair. It was days like these that he remembered song lyrics from a faraway song that he could not remember the name of anymore…
Love is like Novocain
And it leaves a little stain;
The beauty in all this pain is I can't get away from you.
So pull me down, don't make a sound…
There were days when he could not remember life without Nanao. His vice-captain had arrived nearly five hundred years ago; back then, she had been a fresh recruit from the relatively mild sixth division (not to insult Byakuya-sama, of course.) However, there were other certain… priorities that he had that differed from those of captains from other divisions.
One of these priorities, was of course, sake. He had laughingly announced this to her, showing her the fairly enormous stack of paperwork that had to do with alcohol.
The moment that Nanao found this little tidbit of information out was a memory that would be forever imprinted into Shunsui's head.
The girl, no matter that she was reasonably green, had closed her eyes exasperatedly, pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, and…
…had whacked him in the head with her fan.
He had gaped in utter disbelief for a grand total of fifteen seconds, and as she hunched her back slightly, prepared for severe reprimanding, had swept her up into a great bear hug and planted a forceful kiss onto the center of her forehead. She spluttered indignantly and had demanded at once that he put her down; he had responded with a broad smile, and has said, "Dear Nanao-chan, I believe this division will be much more lively with you around."
And it had not been a lie. Daily, without fail, Nanao could be seen clouting her captain; the object doing the smacking was understandably different given what was available at hand. However, the division's shinigami could be prepared for the show at any and all times; during morning exercises, at the mess hall for lunch, even during a hollow attack.
It had been the beginning of a beautiful relationship, and somewhere, somehow, through those blissful days, he had fallen in love with her.
He could not sit around and wait for a chance now – it was far too late in the game for that. Now, he had to make a chance. And the only way to do that was…
Sighing, he grabbed the nearest pile of paperwork and grimly bent to work on it.
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A/N: Likey? Hatey? Review plez
This is for you, J. You know who you are:
BEAUTY IS FLEEEEETING!