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Hey! I'm back with chapter 2! I want to say thanks to stephfarrow94 and GrimmjowUkitakeUlquiorra for favoriting my fic! Also, thanks to stephfarrow94 for reviewing it as well as a couple of guests! Anyway, here is the second chapter. I hope you like it!

One month later, another Captain's meeting is held to discuss the ever fluctuating budget. None of the captain's wanted to discuss the budget, but it was something that had to be done. The Head Captain needed to know if the money was being used wisely or not. As always, Byakuya's squad was above budget and everyone, but Squad Eleven and Squad Eight were on budget. The reasons for those particular squads' deficit were simple; Squad Eight had too many drunken parties and Squad Eleven broke something every day and had an awful lot of money going to fund the enormous candy supply.

Shunsui was sitting across the table from Jushiro looking every bit as bored as everyone else felt. Jushiro on the other hand was trying to keep a professional composure, but was finding it very difficult due to the rising nausea in his stomach. He hadn't eaten anything since the night before because when he woke up he felt horrible and didn't think he could keep anything down, but he still felt as though he might vomit at any second.

After holding in his nausea for what seemed like hours, he finally can't contain it any longer. His green eyes widen as he brings a pale hand to his mouth. Everyone looks at him expecting him to cough as usual, but instead the thirteenth captain stands up and bolts from the meeting room. All eyes follow his departure and all ears hear his retching out in the hallway.

Jushiro had tried to make it to the restroom, but in his attempt to hold it in for so long, he only managed to make it just outside the meeting room where he promptly empties his stomach onto the floor. He vomits a few more times before slumping to his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. When he looks up, he sees Captain Unohana standing over him with her usual caring smile on her face.

"Feeling any better, Captain Ukitake?" She holds her hand out to him in an attempt to help him up off the floor.

He takes her offered hand and slowly makes his way to his feet again, "I don't know what happened. I didn't feel well when I first woke up this morning." He pushes his white hair off his forehead with a pale hand, "It must have been something I ate last night before bed."

"Are you sure? I could take a look if you think it might be a bug of some sort." She smiles again as she offers to treat him, but he shakes his head.

"No, thank you." He returns her smile, "I feel much better now, but I think I will go back to my home just in case I have something contagious."

She nods in understanding, "Do you need someone to walk you to your home?"

"I think I'll be fine. Just let the Head Captain know where I've gone." He sees her nod again and walk back into the meeting room. He makes sure someone knows about the messy floor before heading back to his own home where he lays down on his futon to rest.

Later that evening, Shunsui comes over to inquire on his friend's hurling during the meeting to see that his white haired lover is up and about making tea, "Hey, Ju, how you feeling?"

"I'm fine." He continues to walk around the kitchen gathering all the ingredients for tea, "I've been fine all day. I don't know what happened at the meeting, but it was very embarrassing."

"Come on, Ju, everyone gets sick now and again." He begins helping his friend make the tea and gets down two tea cups, "No one thought anything of it."

Jushiro lets out a frustrated sigh, "I just hope nothing like that happens again. It's bad enough when I have to leave because of a coughing fit." He lets out a soft chuckle, "At least everyone's used to that."

Once the tea is prepared, the two shinigami pour some for themselves and have a seat in the living room where they sip their tea in silence. After several minutes of quiet tea drinking, the thirteenth captain speaks, "I'm pretty tired. I think I'm going to go to bed."

He stands up and places his tea cup on the counter in the kitchen and Shunsui does the same, "I'll come with you."

Jushiro nods and the two men make their way to the bedroom. Once the white haired Soul Reaper is settled on the futon, Shunsui joins him and presses himself against his lover's back as he wraps his arms around the smaller man. Jushiro sinks into the embrace, but still cautions Shunsui, "You'd better hope I don't have anything contagious since you're so close to me."

The brunet smiles against the skin on the back of Jushiro neck, "I'll take my chances." He kisses the soft, pale skin of his lover's neck and the two of them eventually drift off to sleep.

Early the next morning, the thirteenth captain wakes to the same nauseous feeling as the day before. He can still feel Shunsui's arms around him and hates that he'll have to wake his lover up, but he needed to get to a restroom fast! He quickly pushes the eighth captain's arms away from him as he races to the restroom. Once he's in the restroom, he flings himself down in front of the toilet and loses everything he'd eaten that day. He throws up a few more times and flushes the toilet before he realizes his lover is standing in the doorway with a glass of water.

Shunsui offers Jushiro the water which he gladly accepts and slowly sips some of the liquid down his throat. The brunet gives him a worried look, "I thought you said you were feeling better."

"I was, but I suddenly felt nauseous again." He takes another sip of water, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

Shunsui lets out a sigh of concern, "I'm not upset about being woken up. I'm worried about you."

"There's nothing to be worried about, Shunsui." He stands up to wipe his mouth on a towel, "It's probably just a little bug."

The eighth captain gives him a skeptical look, but nods in agreement, "Okay, but if it doesn't go away in a few days, I think you should go see Retsu."

"Oh, Shunsui, you worry too much. I'm feeling better all re…" His emerald eyes widen again as he slumps back over the toilet and vomits again.

Shunsui sighs as he gathers his lover's long white locks to keep them out of the way, "You don't look or sound better to me."

After about an hour of off and on vomiting, the sickness seems to be over with…at least for the time being. Jushiro takes a shower to clean himself up and when he emerges from the restroom, Shunsui makes him lay down on the futon. The thirteenth captain lets out a sigh, but lays down anyway, "This really isn't necessary, Shunsui. I'm fine now."

"That's what you said yesterday." He walks over to the table and grabs a bowl filled with soup, "I want you to eat this. It'll make you feel better."

"Where did you get that?" He takes the warm bowl in his hands to see that it is indeed soup.

Shunsui sits down beside him on the futon, "I had Kiyone make it while you were in the shower."

The white haired captain groans, "You let those two know I was sick? They'll drive me nuts all day."

"Look, I have to go back to my own squad and do some stuff and I just asked them to keep an eye on you." He frowns at the repulsed look on his lover's face, "I know they're a little…enthusiastic, but it's because they care about you."

Jushiro lets out a breath of agitation, "I suppose, but they're so competitive that they can't do anything in a timely manner."

He strokes Jushiro's damp hair and gives him a peck on the cheek, "Just try to take it easy today, okay?"

The thirteenth captain nods, "Okay." He takes a spoonful of soup into his mouth and gives Shunsui a smile, "I'm fine, but if you want me to rest today I will."

"And, you'll go see Retsu if it doesn't get better?"

He nods, "I'll give it a week." He takes another spoonful of soup, "If I'm still sick in a week, I'll go see her." Shunsui nods in approval as he stands up from the futon and heads out of the house to his own squad.

Needless to say, the thirteenth captain didn't get better in a week and Shunsui was really starting to get worried, not to mention the members of Squad Thirteen. The two shinigami are lying on Jushiro's futon one night after another round of being ill and Shunsui turns to look at his friend, "This has gone on long enough. I think you should go see Retsu tomorrow."

Jushiro takes in a deep breath and slowly lets it back out, "I guess you're right." He doesn't say anything for a long time and when he does speak again his voice trembles, "What if something's really wrong with me? What if I can't get better?"

"Don't say that, Ju." He grabs his lover's pale hand in his and squeezes it tightly, "Retsu will know what to do."

"Will you come with me?" He gives the brunet a pleading look, but knows the answer to his question when he sees the frown on Shunsui's face.

"I want to, but I can't." He breathes out a frustrated breath, "I have too much work to do. The Head Captain not to mention Nanao would have my head if I missed worked tomorrow."

Jushiro nods, "Okay, I understand." He forces a smile to his face, "I'm sure it's nothing and I'll be fine."

"I'll come by as soon as I can to see what she said." Jushiro nods again and the two of them turn in for the night.

The next day, the thirteenth captain finds himself sitting on an exam table in Squad Four awaiting Captain Unohana's presence. He nervously drums his fingers on the table just wishing Shunsui were with him.

TBC…

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