Another chapter! I'm squishing this one in between math homework and major science project, so sorry if it isn't any good…

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If I owned Bleach, we'd see Nanao fight with her zanpaku-to once in a while. Because she would be super kick ass awesome! I don't own Bleach, so Nanao still doesn't fight with her zanpaku-to, and nobody knows her shikai. Dammit Tite Kubo!

Shunsui Kyoraku

"Captain Kyoraku! Nanao, Vice Captain of Squad Eight shook her irresponsible Captain awake from where he lay in a drunken stupor on the floor.

"Ah, Nanao-chan, he drawled, lifting his head to look at her. "My beautiful Nanao-chan!" Nanao frowned at him.

"Who's your Nanao?" she asked, scowling.

"You are!" He sat up, swaying slightly. If he hadn't been so drunk, he probably wouldn't have said that. Nanao hit him over the head with the book that she carried around everywhere with her. This sobered him up better than a bucket full of ice water. "So cold!" he exclaimed, getting up and stumbling after her.

"You have a meeting in an hour," she informed him coldly. "You'd better be sober by then. And you'd better be there on time."

"Yeah, yeah," Shunsui waved her off. "How about I spend the hour before then with my sweet Nanao-chan." Her book met his face again.

"I already told you that I'm not your Nanao. And don't call me Nanao-chan!" she retorted, walking away. "You have paperwork to do. I don't want to do it all, so spend this hour doing that."

"My heart is breaking into pieces," Shunsui called after her. "The love of my life is so frigid to me!"

"Aw," third seat Tatsufusa Enjoji said, catching up with his captain. "Nanao's spurning your advances again." Shunsui sighed, depressed, and didn't respond.

He walked glumly to his desk, where he sat and stared at the piles of paperwork on top of it. He didn't want to do the paperwork, but if he did… Nanao would be so proud of him! Shunsui watched the paperwork warily, before standing up and walking away. He'd go and drink with Eleventh Division again. That would be fun- or at least, more fun than doing the paperwork, even if Nanao wanted him to.

Halfway to the Eleventh Squad Barracks Yachiru, Seru and the Maneru brothers caught up with him.

"Hey Yachiru," he greeted the small Vice Captain.

"Hi!" she replied, waving happily to him with one small hand.

"Who're your friends?" he asked, looking inquisitively at Seru and the Maneru brothers.

"That's Seru, and the Maneru brothers!" she exclaimed, smiling at Seru, but barely sparing the Maneru brothers a glance. "Seru's the host of the Seireitei's new show, Hidden Camera, and the Maneru brothers are the cameramen. You're the next star of the show! How do you feel about that?"

"Will Nanao be on the show?" Shunsui wanted to know.

"Yep, eventually!"

"Oh good. So what do I have to do?"

"Just act normal! Oh, and Seru's going to interview you, so you have to be honest, and you can't beat her up like Soi Fon did." Shunsui glanced over at Seru, whose skin was still covered with fading bruises.

"Ouch," he winced. "You said Yoruichi's name without respect didn't you?"

"Yeah," Seru replied, grinning brightly at him. "Come on, let's get this party started!" Shunsui followed her, forgetting all about his earlier intentions to drink with the Eleventh Division, and the meeting that Nanao had told him not to be late to.

Seru led him to an office, and sat down beside a large, clean desk. She reached beneath it and pulled out some sake. "Would you like some?" she asked.

"Please," Shunsui replied, relaxing. Seru gave him some, and he leaned back in his chair. "So," he said, sipping at the sake. "What's with this interview thing?"

"It's easy," she replied. "I ask you questions, you answer truthfully and don't kick me in the face. I won't even make you do any paperwork, or stay sober."

"Let's start then," Shunsui said, holding out his glass for more sake.

"First Question! Why do you wear a woman's kimono?"

"It's not a woman's coat!" Shunsui protested.

"Yes it is. Answer the question."

"It helps with my image," Shunsui replied. "It makes me seem like a calm, controlled yet handsome and beautiful person. Besides, I like rose petals."

"Your image."

"Yes. I've spent a long time building that up. Why, I believe that everybody agrees that I am the most handsome captain around."

"Actually, the Female Soul Reaper Society voted Byakuya as the most handsome person in the Seireitei."

"What!"

"Sorry."

"My life is ruined!" Shunsui moaned, refilling his glass of sake. "Does my sweet Nanao-chan feel that way about Byakuya? My heart would break into a million tiny, unfixable pieces, and scatter around the world if she were!"

"Actually, Nanao didn't take a part in that vote, so nobody knows who she truly thinks is the most handsome man in the Seireitei. Second question. Why do you drink so much?"

"Because drinking is fun, and I like sake," Shunsui replied, as though this were the most natural thing in the world.

"Alright then… Third question! What would you do if you found out that you were allergic to rose petals?"

"That would be the second worst thing that would ever happen in my whole entire life! It would be a complete disaster!" Shunsui got his fourth class of sake.

"Second worst thing? What's the worst thing."

"I don't want to talk about it." Shunsui seemed depressed just thinking about this worst thing.

"Fine. Fourth question. Why are you so lazy?"

"Because it's something that I'm good at." He paused, leaving an unsaid 'and' at the end of the sentence.

"There's more. Tell me!"

"Will you promise not to tell Nanao?" Shunsui asked. Obviously the sake helped him forget that this was a T.V show and Nanao would find out all about it anyways.

"Of course," Seru assured him. "I won't tell anybody." Shunsui didn't seem to notice that everything that he was saying and doing was on camera.

"If I'm lazy, then Nanao will come and find me, and get angry when I don't do anything, and she's so cute when she's angry!"

"I see." Seru replied. "Fifth question. Have you ever seen Nanao naked?"

"I wish," Shunsui replied. "She always locks the door to her room, and I she's not the type of person to wander around without any clothes on."

"You wish?"

"Yes." Shunsui refilled his glass, again.

"Sixth question," Seru continued. Shunsui was definitely tipsy now. "Why do you say that the Eighth Squad only takes girls?"

"Because I like the ladies," was the reply. "Especially wonderful, beautiful, self-sufficient ladies like Nanao."

"You are obsessed," Seru told him. "You are just as obsessed with Nanao as Soi Fon is with Yoruichi."

"I do not have Nanao plushies," Shunsui defended himself. "I'm doing better than Soi Fon is. And I'm in other relationships. Just, not the one that I want to be in." He got more sake.

"How do you know that Soi Fon has Nanao plushies?"

"I may or may not have, accidentally entered her rooms once, while she was changing… accidentally of course."

"You are such a pervert!"

"I am not! It was accidental!"

"I hope she beat the crap out of you!"

"She did. I could barely move for weeks."

"Good. You deserve it!"

"Look, can we move on now?"

"As you wish. Seventh question. Do you have a crush on Matsumoto?"

"What? No! The only person I'll ever love is my lovely Nanao-chan." Once again, Shunsui refilled his glass of sake.

"You tried to see Soi Fon changing!"

"I said love, not try to see naked. I want to see many girls naked." Shunsui was more than tipsy now.

"Moving on… Eighth Question." Seru sounded slightly disturbed. "How often do you go to Matsumoto's drinking parties?"

"Ah, let's see," Shunsui looked down at his fingers, and seemed to be using them to count with. He glanced up at Seru. "How many days are there in a week again?"

"Seven. There are seven days in a week."

"Ah, okay. Seven. Then, umm, three or four. I go to the Squad Eleven Barracks for the other days.

"You've got problems."

"Yes. Sweet Nanao-chan is so cold to me."

"I meant other problems, but okay, we'll go with that. Ninth Question. What do you think of a relationship between Ukitake and Soi Fon?"

"What! That's awful. No, worse than awful, it's disgusting! And besides, Ukitake would never do something like that. He's legs over head for Unohana." He paused. "Wait, that was wrong. He's head over feet, no, not that either. Back over sides? No… nose over stomach. I think it's nose over stomach. Yeah. It's nose over stomach. He's nose over stomach for Unohana."

"Nose over stomach? Never mind. Ukitake's in love with Unohana?"

"Yep! Ever since they met." Shunsui refilled his glass again. "I told him; I told him, go for it! What've you got to lose? But now, over a century later, has he even asked her out to lunch? No! He doesn't listen to me!" Shunsui was drunk now.

"Given your failure with Nanao, I can't blame him." Seru replied, but she was smiling. "Let's move on, shall we? Tenth question. Why do you continue to write the Rose Coloured Path even though it's the least popular of all of the columns in the Seireitei bulletin?"

"It's not least popular! I don't know where you got that information from! All of the ladies love my column. Especially Nanao-chan!" Shunsui slurred.

"Only in your dreams," Seru told him. "Eleventh question! Why do you continue to hit on Nanao? I mean, it's obvious that she doesn't like it."

"I love her! I dream of one day holding her in my arms. She'll look up at me with shining eyes and say, 'Captain Kyoraku, I love you!' and then we'll kiss, and we will never be separated!" Shunsui hiccupped and got another glass of sake.

"I doubt that that will ever happen," Seru replied.

"It will! My wonderful Nanao-chan will love me someday!" Shunsui drank his new glass of sake in one gulp and got another one.

"Right… That's definitely what's going to happen."

"It is!" Shunsui was too drunk to recognize sarcasm.

"Twelfth question. Do you know some of Ukitake's secrets?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Alright then. How about you tell me some stories from when you went to school together?" Shunsui needed no further provoking.

"I remember this one time- and it was really funny- but Ukitake wasn't sick for once, which almost never happened, and we were just, just hanging out. I found some sake, and we were drinking it-"

"Sorry, but how much did you drink?"

"A lot, I can't exactly remember, but over… what comes after two?"

"Three."

"Over three bottles."

"So you were drunk?"

"What, me? I never get drunk! I'm always sober. Yep! I can hold alcohol better than anybody else in the Seireitei!" Shunsui got another glass of sake.

"So anyways…" Seru prompted.

"Right, so we'd drunk all this sake, so I said, 'Hey, Ukitake, how about you and me sneak into the girl's change room, and watch them change! He said no of course, he's such a spoilsport, but then I told him that Unohana was changing in there."

"And," Seru was really interested now.

"He said sure. He's always wanted to see her change, especially then, when he was a bit more reckless. I say a bit because he was still a wet blanket then, but not as bad as now." Shunsui refilled his glass, chugged it back, and refilled it again.

"Continue with the story."

"Right. Okay, so we snuck in there when it was empty, and it went just fine for a bit, and then the girls started coming in." Shunsui smiled. "Such pretty girls. Not as pretty as Nanao-chan of course."

"Of course."

"We were hidden good, but I guess not good enough, because they spotted us, and chased us out, hitting us over the head with stuff. Ukitake never did get to see Unohana change."

"Poor Ukitake."

"Yeah. But if he'd do as I say and ask the woman out, then maybe he'd have a chance!"

"Maybe. Any other stories?"

"Sure, there are plenty." Shunsui got more sake. "Where to start… well there was this time when I was visiting him in the infirmary, because he was sick again, and the school nurse and a teacher made out. That was awkward. And funny."

"It was funny?"

"Yeah. You should have seen the colour of his face!"

"Describe it," Seru demanded, intrigued.

"Well, it was kind of like a cross between gray, red, and greenish." Shunsui shot back another glass of sake.

"Oh. That doesn't sound good."

"In his defence, he was really sick."

"I'll bet! Are there more stories?"

"Yeah there was this one time when… when…" Shunsui stopped, and passed out, falling gracefully out of his chair on to the floor.

"Oh, great," Seru said to nobody in particular. "Just when it was starting to get good." She stood up. "Let's go," she told the Maneru brothers.

"Are we just going to leave him lying on the floor ma'am?" they asked.

"Yeah. There's nothing left to see here." She walked out with her camera crew following her. On the way to the Eleventh Squad's Barracks, where she was planning to hang out in the secret room and have some time to herself before nightfall, she met Nanao.

"Have you seen Captain Kyoraku?" she asked, panting a little.

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"What's the rush? Are you worried about him?"

"Of course not. He completely missed the meeting that I told him not to be late to, and his paperwork isn't done! I need him to finish it, and catch up on the contents of the meeting!"

"He's passed out in that office over there," Seru told her, pointing. "I think he drank too much." Nanao's glasses flashed dramatically in the sun as she scowled.

"Of course. He couldn't make it any easier for me, could he?" she muttered to herself. "Thank you," she told Seru, before storming off in the direction of the office where Shunsui was sleeping off all of the alcohol that he had consumed.

You wouldn't be thanking me if you had known that I was the one who had given it to him. Seru thought, bemused. She continued to walk to the Eleventh Division Barracks.

When Ikkaku, Yumichika and Yachiru arrived at the room with the cameras, Seru had had just enough quiet time, and was ready to see what Captain Kyoraku would be doing. She turned the screens on, ignoring the chaos behind her as Yachiru bit Ikkaku's head, and wouldn't let go, Yumichika tried to keep Ikkaku from killing Yachiru, and Ikkaku tried his absolute best to kill both of them. The Maneru brothers hid themselves in a corner and tried to avoid getting stepped on.

"Settle down you three," Seru told them distractedly. She was watching the screens intently, even though nothing was happening yet.

"Get off my head you little brat!" Ikkaku yelled. "I'll kill you!"

"Settle down Ikkaku," Yumichika tried to calm his friend. "Let go of him Yachiru. Ikkaku, put the sword away!"

"I'll kill you too!"

"Yachiru, I've got candy! Let go of Ikkaku and I'll give you candy."

"I'll kill all of you! Get off my head! Let go!"

"Candy Yachiru, hey, watch where you wave that thing Ikkaku!"

"Get off of me! I'll chop you into little bits!"

"Come get the candy Yachiru. See, look at all of the candy. Come get it!"

"I'll slice you in half! I'll cut your intestines out!"

"Now you're starting to sound like Mayuri, Ikkaku. Candy Yachiru! I've got candy!"

"I'll cut your head off and feed it to the dogs!"

"Yachiru, come and get the stupid candy before Ikkaku hurts someone!"

"Kill you all!"

"Candy dammit! Look at the candy!"

"Candy!" Yachiru finally detached herself from Ikkaku's head and launched herself at the bag that Yumichika was holding out. Yumichika tossed it aside and grabbed Ikkaku, twisting his arm up behind his back so that he would quit trying to kill everybody. When the bald man was finally calm and Yachiru was absorbed in her candy he let Ikkaku go.

"You three are so noisy," Seru complained.

"It's not like anything was happening," Ikkaku muttered, sitting down next to her and rubbing his shiny head.

"But something could have been," she reminded him. "Now shush." Yumichika dropped into a chair next to Ikkaku.

"Did you really have to wave your zanpaku-to around like that?" he asked. "You could have scarred my beautiful face!"

"Shut up Yumichika!"

"No. You need to stop being so reckless. You are too much. With Ichigo, with Yachiru- learn some restraint! Besides, one of these times you're going to hurt me, and I swear on my honour as a Soul Reaper Ikkaku, if you scar my face I will kill you."

"And you're telling me to show some restraint!"

"Be quiet you two! Shunsui is entering!" Seru told them. Yumichika and Ikkaku stopped bickering and looked at the screens. Shunsui walked into his room and sat down dejectedly on his bed. The covers of the bed were pink and had rose petals on them. After a while he picked up a sheet of paper and pen. He wrote for a bet before holding the paper out in front of him and squinting at it.

"Sweet, sweet Nanao-chan," he murmured. "Oh how I love you. Or thee. Should it be you or thee?"

"He's writing poetry for her now!" Seru exclaimed.

"Not only that," Ikkaku agreed, "but he's writing really bad poetry for her."

"Maybe he's just getting started," Seru suggested. "Let's just wait.

Shunsui was silent for a bit, before crumpling up the piece of paper and throwing it across the room. He picked up another piece of paper and started again, unaware of the people watching tensely. Soon, they started placing bets.

"I bet you twenty kan that it sucks," Ikkaku said.

"I bet you thirty kan that it'll be sweet." Seru countered.

"Oh yeah? I bet you forty kan that it'll be so bad that our ears will bleed."

"I bet you fifty kan that it'll be awesome," Yachiru piped up.

"Do you even have that much money?" Ikkaku asked.

"I will!" Yachiru replied. Ikkaku opened his mouth to reply but Yumichika stopped him.

"Don't," he warned. "It's not worth it."

"I bet you sixty kan that it'll be horrible." Ikkaku challenged.

"I bet you seventy kan that it'll be adorable."

"I bet you eighty kan that it'll be the worst thing ever."

"Stop now before one of you makes a promise that you can't keep," Yumichika said, fixed on the screens. "Besides, I think that he's going to read it out loud."

Shunsui held the piece of paper up in front of him, and read the poem that was printed on it.

Is it true,

That the world

Revolves around

One thing

Alone?

Is it true

That the sun

Shines for

One purpose

Alone?

Is it true

That the stars

Smile down

For one person

Alone?

Is it true

That the sea

Swells

For one delight

Alone?

Yes my dear,

My heart,

My light.

The world revolves,

The sun shines,

The stars smile,

The sea swells,

All for one.

One special

Light,

One special

Song,

One special heart

The earth revolves,

The sun shines,

The stars smile,

The sea swells,

All for one,

That one is you,

My sweet, beautiful Nanao-chan.

"Aw, that was so sweet!" Seru gushed. "You owe me eighty kan!"

"That," Ikkaku told her, "is a matter of opinion. I think it sucked! You owe me eighty kan!"

"What? How can you say that that was bad? It was awesome! You just don't understand it!"

"It was awful! You're delusional thinking that it was good!"

"You're the delusional one! Yumichika, who do you think is right?"

"Personally, I think that it was very unbeautiful. Seru, you owe Ikkaku eighty kan."

"You're just siding with him because he's your friend!"

"I am not. It was not beautiful! Now shut up. He's doing something."

Shunsui was standing, and walking across the room. He opened a drawer and placed the poem on top of a stack of papers.

"Wow. He has more of them?" Seru said, disbelievingly.

"Looks like it," Ikkaku agreed.

"Shunny's in love!" Yachiru exclaimed.

"It sure seems that way," Seru agreed.

Shunsui sighed, staring down at the stack of papers. "Why Nanao?" he asked the empty room. "Why must you be so cold?" He shut the drawer with the poems in it and opened another one. It held bottles of sake.

"Why am I not surprised?" Ikkaku asked the room in general.

"Great. He's going to drink himself unconscious again. Just what we want to watch all evening," Seru said.

"Then let's not," Yumichika suggested. "Let's just go get some supper. I'm hungry."

"Me too! Let's go eat!" Yachiru jumped up and down. Seru switched off the cameras, and they walked out of the room, arguing about where they would go.

There it is! Hope you liked!

I'm stalking Ukitake next, so send me questions for him! I loved the amount of questions that I got this time- four people with over five each. I used at least two from each! Let's aim for over six people sending questions this time, unless you want lame questions like 'what is your favourite colour?' which is basically the only thing that my poor abused brain can think of at the moment.

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