A/n- BONSOIR mes amies, and thanks for all the praise on my first ever S&N one-shot. Beaucoup amour to you all for reviews and such. XD I am quite taken aback at how many people actually liked this one, but whatever floats your reviewers' boats, right?
So hence all the praise I am writing an add on to this. WOOT! And the plot?
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Damnit all! Thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink INSPIRATION HATH STRUCKEN!
Old English is so much fun to pretend to know how to speak. XD;; enough of my ramblings, ne, and on to the plot!
Plot: Ish inspired by Ms. YachiruGaSukidesu. She wanted me to do a one-shot based around sake. YOU GOT IT GIRLIE XD.
Dedicated to: MON AMOUR XD a.k.a. Taichou-Kyouraku Shunsui, whom I rp with. That's right, I rp. XD Cause I am badass like that. So yea, this is to you, Taichou, and your fanboy obsession with Nanao Ise, on a side note it is uber cute that you obsess over her XO awwwww. Okay and secondly this is dedicated to Ms. YachiruGaSukidesu. You were my muse for the plot so heck yes this is for ya. And thirdly, but not lastly, this is dedicated to my readers and reviewers. I would not write anymore if I did not have your backing and such.
Disclaimer- Not mine, but I wish. And the little like inner thought thingie that Nanao says ain't mine either. Found it in an out monologue book and thought I could so use this for Nanao and Shunsui, just alter a few words and such to fit the plot…
The reason behind me looking in a monologue book is simple really.. I know you guys are wondering why. Well, twas looking for a speech for my drama class and such so yea…. That's my story.
ON TO THE FIC!
There was this man…
Nanao walked back to her living corridors. Her pale hand rubbed the back of her neck. To say she had a rough day was putting it lightly.
First off, she had to search for her Taichou this morning. That was a real treat for the fukutai. She had found him in their office; sake jugs strung about, some toppled over and yet others placed in a neat row. Ukitake-taichou must had been there with her taichou; he was the only one, other that Kyouraku-taichou, who knew she had a penchant for keeping the office extremely tidy.
I have studied kidou extensively, I have practiced my art for hours on end, yet…She tiptoed over to her taichou, not bumping any jugs, her left index finger glowing a pale purple in the darkened room. She placed the finger on Kyouraku's chest, pushing the kidou into his body.
The man sat up suddenly with a groan.
"Nanao-chan. Why are you so cruel to your taichou? You wound me with your rough touches, though your gentle caress would surely heal any wound."
Amethyst eyes rolled in the darkness, though he could not see it, Kyouraku knew that she had done that tired gesture.
There is this man.
The man fell back to the ground, listening to the soft steps of his fukutai cross the room. Nanao grinned softly to herself, her hands clasped around the soft fabric of the curtains that kept their office a daytime twilight.
The curtains were flung back and again the hung over man let out a loud groan. The fukutai ignored his moans of protest as she began the task of organizing the office once again.
Once the room was back to it's usual atheistic, her taichou back in front of the window, relaxing in the sun, she began to work on the papers. The room was quiet, it would seem awkward to any other division but not the 8th.
Kyouraku was lulled back by the sound of Nanao's light humming and the light scratching strokes of her calligraphy pen. His mind wandered aimlessly, thinking of his Nanao-chan and what he could do next to get her to understand his affections for her. After the thousand plus years with his fukutai, she had yet to take him seriously on his proclamations of love. His head shook under the infamous straw hat. Sometimes he really wondered what was wrong with his fukutai.
I know how things are and how they function, I have grown, become stable, and still there is this man…
The afternoon had passed relatively quickly. No major incursions for either Kyouraku-taichou or for herself, expect for at lunch. Nanao had planned to work through the meal, getting ahead on the paperwork so she might at least go to bed before midnight. Alas, her taichou would have none of it.
"Nanao-chan. You need your strength and intellectual to finish those papers, so you must eat."
Warmth radiated near her back, she knew he was standing perilously close to her and reading the current paper over her shoulder. She gritted her teeth in an attempt to not have her mind wander to how close his body was to hers… how close and yet too far he was.
"Hai, Taichou, but I am almost done with this one. May I finish?"
"Of course you may, Nanao-chan, but just in case you get the notion to start up another paper, I will stay here and make certain that you finish just this one, then off to lunch."
"Hai, Taichou."
She signed her name at the bottom of the page, small and curved. The man watching briefly wondered what those soft fingers that held the pen would feel like caressing, feather light, over his much rougher skin. A chill ran up his spine at the thought. She rose from her seat.
"I am done, Taichou. Where are we going to eat today? And no, we are not going to the bar."
Kyouraku whined and complained about how cruel she was. Her lips edged up, curving a bit in a small smile. She knew him far too well.
He defies the laws of rationality, of logic, yet he makes me young again, foolish and naïve.
The duo of the 8th division came back, both sated with their preferred choice of lunch, hers being chicken donburi and his being a jug of sake. She accompanied him to his afternoon spot, the roof of their division. It was a ritual to the man and Nanao had to keep an eye on him if she ever wanted to get the paperwork done. She slumped back on to the roof, next to him; it was a graceful motion to Kyouraku. He saw everything Nanao did as graceful. Pulling his hat over his eyes once more, he gazed outward, watching the sun dip below the horizon; the sky a painter's canvas of reds, oranges, and yellows.
"Nanao-chan?"
"Hm?"
"Why are you so wonderful? You have to be the best fukutaichou in Seireitei history; smart, agile, graceful, and cute to boot. What else does a taichou need?"
The petite woman turned her head, large black bang hiding the sudden rose tint to her cheeks.
"Taichou.."
With him, I can achieve the impossible. There are no other eyes but his that can make me beautiful.
"Hai, kawaii Nanao-chan?"
"Why do you say those things? You are such a flirt."
The man frowned, his eyes holding somewhat sadness to them.
"Yes, I flirt, Nanao-chan, but I only flirt for flirt's sake. What I say to you is true. I do love my cute Nanao-chan."
Those dark brown eyes gazed softly at her, before returning to gaze at the setting sun. The fukutai fell silent, contemplatively looking upon Kyouraku's silhouette.
"Anou, Kyouraku-taichou, we should be heading back to the office. I still have some papers to sign, as well as you do."
Shunsui sighed; it seemed an effort to rise to his feet. Age, even if it seemed to pass slowly here, did not fail to catch him every once in a while.
"Hai, Nanao-chan."
There is no other soul but his that can breathe life into mine. No other heart but his that can help make mine to feel, to beat.
They arrived to a darkened office. It seemed that their lunch break too far to long then Nanao had liked. He must have been rubbing off some of his worser habits onto her. She made her rounds about the room, lighting the gas lamps with a long, white taper. The room glowed with burgundy warmth, the area a welcome to any who would show up at such an hour.
With a quick puff of her breath, Nanao blew the taper out and replaced it to its home in a candlestick near the entrance of their office. She proceeded to her desk, pulling up her chair and clasping her pen to begin the paperwork. Shunsui watched all of this with a slight look of awe. How could she ever make daily things seem so magical, graceful just by doing them herself? She took such great care of everything, even himself, though she was a bit more rough in getting him to behave but that was partly from his own need to agitate the woman he had grown to love.
"Taichou, would you like something? You have been staring at me for some time now.."
A rough scarred hand waved frivolously at her, a sly grin on his face.
"I was just admiring your beauty, Nana-"
Her inkwell bounced off his head, leaving a red welt in its wake.
"Taichou, paperwork, tonight please?"
"Ah, yes, dear Nanao."
He gently rubbed the red spot, dragging himself to his dusty desk and pouted at the abusive nature of his adorable but accurate aim fukutaichou.
Despite what they say of souls, there is not one living or dead made quite the same as he.
Nanao squinted behind her wire-rimmed glasses. The gas lamps now burnt at a low rate. It must have been close to 2 in the morning. She pushed up from her desk; her weary eyes gazed over at her taichou. He was passed out on his desk, one arm used to rest his head upon while the other dangled lifelessly over the edge. The straw hat obscured his face, making her wonder if he really was asleep.
Her tabi socks made little noise on the wooden floor, save for a soft swish here and there. She walked to his desk, her hand gently grabbing the hat and lifting it up. No playful brown eyes gazed back up at her; he truly was asleep.
"Taichou?"
Her free hand shook his shoulder, jolting him softly. He did not respond. Her lips pursed, thinking of something that would surely wake the man. She bent over the desk, her lips brushing deftly across his ear.
"Shunsui, time to wake up. Your Nanao-chan needs you… badly."
The man fell out of his chair, jolted by the sudden closeness and the soft, sensual spoken words of hers.
"Nanao! I am surprised by your actions. If you wanted me so badly you should have just said so."
From the ground, he shot her a dazzling and somehow lazy curl of lips. The type of smile that made most of the women of Seireitei melt just at a simple glance. Nanao merely regarded him with a bland look.
"I just needed you to wake up, Taichou. If you slept at your desk tonight, tomorrow you would use that as an excuse to not do paperwork for a week, at least."
"Nanao-chan? Have a drink with me? Just one and then you should go home. You do need your sleep."
She regarded the man as he stood, one hand clasping a jug of sake and the other holding two cups delicately. Her shoulders moved slightly, it could be taken for a shrug or just her rolling her shoulders from all the work she had done that day.
"All right, Kyouraku-taichou, but only this once."
Kyouraku's mouth opened, shocked at what he heard. Was his delusional or did Nanao just agree to a drink?
"Well, sir? Are you going to pour me a drink or just gape at me like I am a circus freak?"
"Ah, hai, Nanao."
It's unconceivable, of course, I know it.
She held her cup as he poured the plum wine. Pressing the cup to her lips, she drank the sake in a leisurely motion, draining it of its contents in one sitting. Shunsui mimicked his fukutai, and drank all that his cup held.
"Thank you, Nanao-chan. I guess you should be heading back to your rooms…"
The man poured himself another drink, raising the cup to his lips once more. Without thinking, Nanao leaned over the desk, her hands bracing herself as her lips touched the edge of the opposing side of the sake cup. Bracing her weight with one hand, she lifted the other up, fingers pushing his hand and tilting the cup to her mouth, draining his cup of the drink. Her smaller fingers encircled his wrist, tugging the cup out of the way as she kissed him.
Kyouraku froze. He was in pure shock at Nanao's actions. All the years of his courting, he thought it was merely one-sided. Never had he dreamed, well of course he dreamed but he dare not hope that his Nanao would return the feelings he shown her, albeit theatrically but nonetheless sincere.
Nanao was about to pull away, willing to accept that her taichou's flirtations were just that and nothing more when a rough hand slid to the back of her neck, keeping her firmly pressed to his lips. She parted her lips and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. Kyouraku's free hand trailed down her side, grabbing her waist and tugged her over the desk, pressing her body to his. The sake cups and jug clattered to the ground, the sweet sake smell perfumed in the room.
And it is immensely undignified.
She moaned at the sudden heat of his body. Her hands slipped under his loose kimono top, her fingers playing along his spine. One of her legs hooked around his hip, pressing them even closer together. Kyouraku laid her gently onto the desk, their lips still connected. He broke their kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck, tugging at her top, exposing more of that pale soft skin. Her spine bowed, arching up into his talented mouth.
"Tai, Taich-"
He gave her a quick kiss, silencing what she was about to say.
"Shunsui. Call me Shunsui."
His eyes stared at hers as he spoke. The intense heat in those brown orbs caused Nanao to blush fiercely.
"Hai.. Shunsui.."
She propped herself up on her elbows, her mouth close to his ear once more.
"Aishiteru."
But I love him.
XD OMG IT IS FINI!!!
-sighs dreamily-
Twas great fun to write, lemme know what cha think
Don't flame too hard? Tis only my second time writing an N&S fic
Later-
Vulcran