Author's Note: I was only going to do this in Shunsui's pov, but I just couldn't help it. I like writing Nanao to much. I'm trying to entice my muses to get to work. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any of it's wonderful characters. I just enjoy playing with them.

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Elements: Nanao

Earth

Captain Kyouraku loved nature. It was in his soul. He could see the beauty in just about anything. It still surprised her when he came in with a hand full or just a single flower, and presented it to her with the utmost care. Or when she caught him giving a hell butterfly some of his reiatsu, just because one of it's wings had been damaged.

When she had first become his Vice-Captain she'd dreaded having to chase him around trying to find his latest napping place. She had over the years, however, come to enjoy seeing the beauty of each new place. No matter where she ended up trying to find him, whether it be next to the small river in district four, the rather large grove of cherry trees just outside of his own division, or the large field of wild flowers just outside of Squad Four, she couldn't however stop herself from feeling like he belonged there. That it was his home.

Water

No matter how long Nanao lives or where she ends up in the end, she will never forget the depths of her Captain's molten chocolate eyes. Eyes that have seen the death of friends and comrades, eyes that have seen the beauty that the world has to offer, and eyes that can see into the deepest depths of her soul.

Air

Nanao couldn't believe it she had finally told someone. She had been so afraid of what her best friend would think of her, but after seeing him in that bed, with all his vibrant color gone, she had just broken down. She was glad that it had been Rangiku that witnessed it.

"Nanao, it will be okay. Shunsui-kun will be alright."

"Rangiku-san. It is so horrible. It should have been me. He was protecting me."

"Nanao, he will be fine after some rest. Captain Unohana is taking very good care of him."

"I don't know what I would have done if Captain Ukitake hadn't gotten there. If he had….. If we hadn't made it to Captain Unohana in time."

"You love him."

"He is the air that I breath."

Fire

She couldn't help the sigh that slipped out as he massaged her shoulders, working out all the tension. She hadn't felt truly relaxed since the war started, but she was getting there now. His hands were magic. She knew that she shouldn't let him do this, but she couldn't help herself. She would allow herself this, just this one time. She let her head fall forward, she just didn't have the energy to hold it up any longer.

She felt one hand leave her shoulders and trail up the side of her neck. She knew that she should stop him, but honestly what's the worst that could happen.

She felt him slide her chair away from the desk, but couldn't bring herself to care. At this moment in time, all of Soul Society could be under attack and she wouldn't have been able to make herself move from this spot.

His hands left her just long enough for him to move in front of her. She saw him lean his weight on the desk, before replacing his hands on her shoulders. She felt a delightful tingle where they moved up and down her neck and across her shoulders. He softly immersed his hands in her hair, having taken out her clip already, and leaned down until their lips were just millimeters apart. Nanao knew that he was giving her a chance to pull away, but she honestly couldn't remember why she would want to.

Taking her silence as an assent to continue, he closed the small distance and pressed his lips to hers. Nanao had never been kissed like this in her life. His touch was feather light and each movement of his lips could have been separated by seconds or hours. After what felt like years she felt the slight pressure of his silky tongue on her lips, and she couldn't help her gasp of surprise. When Nanao felt him delve into her moist heat, their tongues tangled together in a dance older than time itself, she couldn't help the shiver that traveled up her spine.

She felt his warm breath on her skin and couldn't suppress another shiver as he asked in a quiet rumble, "Are you cold Nanao-chan?"

As Nanao laughed airily, she couldn't help wondering how he could ask such a ridiculous question. She was burning alive. Their was nothing but liquid fire in her veins.

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Author's Note: I'm not really sure where that came from, but there it is. Please read and review. Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Thank you for reading.