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Chapter 7

Auntie?

"Are you alright?" Jushiro asked. He was seated on the cold floor of the alleyway with a sobbing Keiko in his lap.

Keiko did not answer but continued to sob in his chest and hold onto him for dear life, her breathing was ragged and harsh.

"Shhh…" Jushiro soothed as he held her tighter and protectively. He glanced over to the unconscious body of Kenshi and nearly growled at the thought of what the man was going to do to Keiko.

'Why do I feel so protective of this woman?' he asked himself as he returned his gaze to the woman who fit so perfectly in his embrace. He felt something warm clutch at his chest, at first he thought it was his sickness attacking him but when no coughing came he was left to wonder. 'What is this… it couldn't be… could it…?'

He inwardly shook his head. 'No that cannot be it… I have barely known her a day… and besides it is forbidden…' his mind reasoned.

With those thoughts in the back of his mind he loosened his grip on her and gently cupped her chin, brining her eyes to meet his. "We need to get you to a healer to take a look at your neck." He said softly as his eyes noticed the purple bruising that was beginning to show.

She shook her head and placed one of her hands against her neck. The next thing Jushiro knew, a blue light burst from her hand and seeped around her neck, completely healing the wound.

"See… no need for a doctor…" she croaked.

Jushiro stared at her blankly for a few moments before he noticed the dirt covering her, the gashes on her elbows and legs from when she had been thrown and the messiness of her hair and felt terrible for the girl. "Is there a place where you can get cleaned up?" He asked softly, studying her face.

Keiko, even with her puffy eyes and flushed face still looked beautiful and he couldn't stop the few lecherous thoughts that flew into his mind. 'Ugh… I'm NOT kyoraku!!' He mentally berated himself.

"AACHOOOO!!" the eighth division captain sneezed.

"Captain?" The eighth Division lieutenant, Ise Nanao, asked walking into the dimly lit office that had several empty sake bottle's scattered across the floor and the eighth division captain lying in the middle. "Are you alright?"

Kyoraku Shunsui wiped his nose lightly then looked up at his lieutenant, a large smile appeared on his face as well as a cheerful gleam in his eyes the moment he saw her. "MY NANAO!!" He cheered.

She gave him a soft glare and a nod before repeating her question. "Are you alright Captain?"

"Why yes!" he answered cheerfully while pouring himself a cup of sake. "I've just been sneezing lately!" He took a sip of his drink.

Nanao narrowed her eyes at her captain. "Perhaps you are ill? Perhaps you should have Captain Unohana check you?" Nanao pressed with the smallest hint of concern in her voice.

The next thing she knew her captain's face was close to hers and her delicate hands had been cupped with his larger, slightly calloused ones. "Is my Nanao worried??" he asked sweetly with a twinkle in his eyes.

She gave him a glare he knew all to well but before he had the chance to move away she had wrenched her hands free and with a small 'thump' had hit his hands with her fan.

He gave her a childish pout as he rubbed his hands. "I love it when you're rough with me." for this statement he received another hit from her fan.

"Is there a place where we can get you cleaned up?" Jushiro asked again, this time a little firmer.

Keiko nodded. "M-My house isn't that f-far from here…"

He nodded and then while still holding her in his arms he rose into a standing position. He then looked down at the girl in his arms and in that moment he didn't want to let her go. He pushed a stray strand of hair from her face and tilted his head slightly.

It seemed as though she too was stuck under the spell as she lifted her head and moved her face closer to his.

'Now it gets interesting…' Leone thought from Keiko's subconscious as she watched the two.

The pair stared into eachother's eyes as their lips drew closer and closer, and just as their lips were about to touch something small and black passed between their eyes.

Keiko's eyes went wide. "W-What was that?" she asked almost dumbly.

Jushiro blinked, breaking from his stupor and gently helped Keiko to stand.

Once he had done this he drew his attention to the hell butterfly that was fluttering around his head. He held his finger out and allowed the black butterfly to land on it. He then placed the butterfly near his ear and listened as it played back a message only he could hear.

Keiko watched as he listened to the butterfly intently. He then whispered something to the butterfly and once he had finished it flew off into the distance.

"What type of butterfly was that…?" She asked staring at him.

"It was a hell butterfly. They deliver messages in soul society." He explained.

Keiko nodded in understanding. She had heard Ichigo mention soul society in his explanation of Shinigami so she didn't need to ask what it was.

"Where is your home?" Jushiro asked, returning to the original topic.

Keiko blushed before pointing west. "It's that way…" She answered softly.

He nodded and placing a hand on the small of her back led her out of the alleyway where the proceeded in the direction of Keiko's home. Neither bothering to look back at the unconscious body of Kenshi.

"Fuck'n hell…" A woman groaned as she rubbed her eyes and walked up a set of wooden steps that led out of her dark basement.

The woman was thirty-four but looked in her early twenties. She was tall with a slim body. She has long black hair with two purple strands that helped shape her beautifully pale face. Her eyes are a light purple, almost pink, colour.

She was wearing a pair of white pajama's that had an unruly love heart pattern on them with a pair of pink fluffy slippers.

She opened the door and walked out of the dark basement and into a bright living room with gray carpet and white walls. There was a light pink sofa in the middle of the room with two matching chairs on either side of it.

In front of the sofa was an oak coffee table and in front of that was a large plasma T.V with a large set of speakers. To the left of the T.V was a bookcase filled with various DVD's and CD's.

The woman hissed as light beamed into her eyes from the several windows in the room. "Too fucking bright…" She grumbled walking out of the living room and into the kitchen/ Dining room which was not separated from the living room.

She crept across the tiled floor until she reached the wooden cupboard and pulled out a tin of instant coffee from it, after she had moved all of the other products out of the way that is.

"This feels too light to be full…" she grumbled before pulling the tin's lid off to see if there was any coffee left, but alas, there was not. "Fuck…" the woman groaned. "All I wanted was some goddamn coffee."

She placed the empty tin on the wooden counter and walked to her fridge. She opened the fridge's door and inspected the fridges contents. "There better at least be some cola soda in here… need caffeine…" She murmured.

A vein nearly popped in her head when she found that she had no soda… or anything that contained caffeine… "FUCK!!" echoed through the house.

'All I wanted was my morin-' she glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, it read 5:30. 'My nighttime caffeine and do I get it? Nooooo….' She thought angrily.

The sound of a knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. "Who the hell would be here now?" she mumbled before walking out of the kitchen, through the living room until she reached a hallway that had two ends. Too the woman's left was a staircase that led to the second floor of the house and to her right was the front door.

She rubbed her groggy eyes and turned the keys that had been left in the doorknob, unlocking the door with a 'click'. She then opened the door and saw Keiko and Jushiro standing there.

"Keiko…" She said her voice still a bit groggy. "Let me guess you forgot your keys?"

Keiko went red with embarrassment before nodding shyly. "Y-Yes Auntie Tiana…"

A/N: Hope you all liked it.

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