Professional Care (ByakuyaxUnohana, #18)
Title: Professional Care.
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 1202
Theme: #18. “say ahh…”
Beta: Bakageta
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
This was certainly not a situation that he had wanted to be in. It was the most shameful and hindering situation that he could find himself in. A situation that he hadn’t been in since he had been a child…A sudden cough escaped him and he couldn’t help but cringe at it.
It wounded his pride to no end that he, the 28th head of the Kuchiki clan and captain of the 6th division, had been taken down by a simple flu. Worse than that was that he had to leave his division in the inexpert hands of his lieutenant, Nakashima Kimiko, he had yet to understand how Renji could have been placed as a captain. And he couldn’t keep a proper eye on Rukia, not like he didn’t trust her, because he did, the problem was that he didn’t trust Ichigo with his little sister.
For the sake of his mental health he decided not to think about it. With a barely there sigh he once again laid down and gazed at the ceiling. It was the second time in his life that he had willingly stayed in bed because someone asked him to. The first time it had been when he had a very high fever when he was a child and his mother had asked him to rest, he hadn’t agreed very quickly but in the end he was in bed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he blamed Ichigo for being sick; after all it had been the orange-haired shinigami that had accidentally pushed him into the chilling waters of the pond. It had probably been a plan to leave him incapacitated so Ichigo could do whatever he wanted with Rukia without him being there to keep an eye on things.
His eyes widened and a sudden sense of panic overcame him, something that he didn’t realized his expression showed until it was pointed out to him…
“Don’t worry.” The voice of Unohana filled the room breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped it. “It’s not good if you worry for nothing…”
“It’s not for nothing.”
“Many would think that it is. After all they are old enough to know what they are doing and, I’m sorry to say this, they don’t need to be baby sat.” She retorted and moved her hand to a glass that held the thermometer to cool it off. “You need to trust your sister and Yachiru.”
He turned to look at her “Yachiru?”
“Yes, since I can’t keep an eye on them since I have to watch over you, well, she offered to watch Ichigo and Rukia, she’s been invading their private time ever since you got sick.”
“Hmm…” Now he would have to find a way to thank the child for it.
“Yachiru-chan already has something in mind, so don’t worry…” With a light shake of the thermometer she looked over at him with a small smile. “Now, say ahh…”
Though his facial expression was practically none, his eyes glimmered with annoyance and anger. “It’s great that you still manage to crack jokes at my expense.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She apologized slightly amused, granted she did feel bad at making fun at him sometimes but she still needed to make him lighten up. With a shake of her head she replaced the thermometer in the glass. “I’ll check your temperature later, though I’m sure it has lowered.”
“How long do I have to remain in bed now?”
“Considering that, miraculously enough, you have followed my instructions; I trust that you’ll be better by the end of the week.” She answered; it was incredible how the man seemed to hate bed rest so much. “Is that okay with you, your highness?”
This time he actually frowned. “Stop mocking me, you know that I don’t like…” Whatever he was going to say next was ruefully interrupted when his doctor suddenly straddled him and comfortably settled on his lap “…Retsu.”
“I kind of like to have you bedridden on mutual accord.” She rested her hands on his chest. “It’s the only time you let me take care you without any complaints.”
“You say it like you’re always taking care of me.” He said quite mildly.
“I do. You might not notice it but I do. There are times were you can be so reckless that not even you realize that.” The tone of her voice was softly compelling and it reminded him that now she was the one who knew him better than anyone else. “Just like you think that I don’t notice that you’re also constantly taking care of me, making sure that even the smallest thing is in place, it’s the same when I do it for you.”
Of course she would notice that, she was a healer after all and had quite a sensitive demeanour to such things, but he hadn’t noticed that she did the same for him. Maybe it had been because of the fact that he was focused on doing that for her and keeping it a secret. A light amused laugh left her mouth, one that he could clearly interpret as ‘stop thinking so hard about it, I know and its okay’. He knew her enough to know that she was thinking something along those lines.
Knowing that he had understood the message in her laugh, of course he would, her hands shifted to his shoulders and, deliberately slow, she closed the distance between them to rest her lips over his. It was supposed to only be a small chaste press of lips, nothing more than that, but somewhere along the way the simple kiss changed into a more intensive one and she had somehow ended on her back…
…Well there was never anything wrong in the current direction of their actions, right?
The answer to that question came the next day. Instead of Byakuya being the one in bed resting a flu it was Unohana. Luckily no one had really found it overly strange that he was suddenly alright while she was now ill. Everyone had just concluded that, given that she was the captain of the fourth division, a flu had been nothing she couldn’t heal, and that she was ill for being the one to take care of him every day. They didn’t find it strange that the fourth division captain got ill so easily.
But she had indeed taken care of him, in some ways that were ethically reproachable and now that had gotten her ill. With a defeated sigh she once again lay down and tried to ignore the fact that she was ill.
“You’ll be better in no time.” The voice of the sixth division captain sounded, dare she say, mocking. “I conclude that it’s only right that I reciprocate the care you gave me.”
Now she was sure this would be the end of her. Not only was she sick for being reckless but now he had cracked a joke. Yes, this was the end of the world as they knew it.
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(A/N:This piece of work was a bit odd, I mean Unohana is quite bold, but then again even we silent and composed women can pull out a stunt like that from our sleeves, and Byakuya, err---the man needs to light up a bit he needs to be a bit more bold ands stop being so tight(¬¬), geez.)
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 1202
Theme: #18. “say ahh…”
Beta: Bakageta
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
This was certainly not a situation that he had wanted to be in. It was the most shameful and hindering situation that he could find himself in. A situation that he hadn’t been in since he had been a child…A sudden cough escaped him and he couldn’t help but cringe at it.
It wounded his pride to no end that he, the 28th head of the Kuchiki clan and captain of the 6th division, had been taken down by a simple flu. Worse than that was that he had to leave his division in the inexpert hands of his lieutenant, Nakashima Kimiko, he had yet to understand how Renji could have been placed as a captain. And he couldn’t keep a proper eye on Rukia, not like he didn’t trust her, because he did, the problem was that he didn’t trust Ichigo with his little sister.
For the sake of his mental health he decided not to think about it. With a barely there sigh he once again laid down and gazed at the ceiling. It was the second time in his life that he had willingly stayed in bed because someone asked him to. The first time it had been when he had a very high fever when he was a child and his mother had asked him to rest, he hadn’t agreed very quickly but in the end he was in bed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he blamed Ichigo for being sick; after all it had been the orange-haired shinigami that had accidentally pushed him into the chilling waters of the pond. It had probably been a plan to leave him incapacitated so Ichigo could do whatever he wanted with Rukia without him being there to keep an eye on things.
His eyes widened and a sudden sense of panic overcame him, something that he didn’t realized his expression showed until it was pointed out to him…
“Don’t worry.” The voice of Unohana filled the room breaking the heavy silence that had enveloped it. “It’s not good if you worry for nothing…”
“It’s not for nothing.”
“Many would think that it is. After all they are old enough to know what they are doing and, I’m sorry to say this, they don’t need to be baby sat.” She retorted and moved her hand to a glass that held the thermometer to cool it off. “You need to trust your sister and Yachiru.”
He turned to look at her “Yachiru?”
“Yes, since I can’t keep an eye on them since I have to watch over you, well, she offered to watch Ichigo and Rukia, she’s been invading their private time ever since you got sick.”
“Hmm…” Now he would have to find a way to thank the child for it.
“Yachiru-chan already has something in mind, so don’t worry…” With a light shake of the thermometer she looked over at him with a small smile. “Now, say ahh…”
Though his facial expression was practically none, his eyes glimmered with annoyance and anger. “It’s great that you still manage to crack jokes at my expense.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” She apologized slightly amused, granted she did feel bad at making fun at him sometimes but she still needed to make him lighten up. With a shake of her head she replaced the thermometer in the glass. “I’ll check your temperature later, though I’m sure it has lowered.”
“How long do I have to remain in bed now?”
“Considering that, miraculously enough, you have followed my instructions; I trust that you’ll be better by the end of the week.” She answered; it was incredible how the man seemed to hate bed rest so much. “Is that okay with you, your highness?”
This time he actually frowned. “Stop mocking me, you know that I don’t like…” Whatever he was going to say next was ruefully interrupted when his doctor suddenly straddled him and comfortably settled on his lap “…Retsu.”
“I kind of like to have you bedridden on mutual accord.” She rested her hands on his chest. “It’s the only time you let me take care you without any complaints.”
“You say it like you’re always taking care of me.” He said quite mildly.
“I do. You might not notice it but I do. There are times were you can be so reckless that not even you realize that.” The tone of her voice was softly compelling and it reminded him that now she was the one who knew him better than anyone else. “Just like you think that I don’t notice that you’re also constantly taking care of me, making sure that even the smallest thing is in place, it’s the same when I do it for you.”
Of course she would notice that, she was a healer after all and had quite a sensitive demeanour to such things, but he hadn’t noticed that she did the same for him. Maybe it had been because of the fact that he was focused on doing that for her and keeping it a secret. A light amused laugh left her mouth, one that he could clearly interpret as ‘stop thinking so hard about it, I know and its okay’. He knew her enough to know that she was thinking something along those lines.
Knowing that he had understood the message in her laugh, of course he would, her hands shifted to his shoulders and, deliberately slow, she closed the distance between them to rest her lips over his. It was supposed to only be a small chaste press of lips, nothing more than that, but somewhere along the way the simple kiss changed into a more intensive one and she had somehow ended on her back…
…Well there was never anything wrong in the current direction of their actions, right?
The answer to that question came the next day. Instead of Byakuya being the one in bed resting a flu it was Unohana. Luckily no one had really found it overly strange that he was suddenly alright while she was now ill. Everyone had just concluded that, given that she was the captain of the fourth division, a flu had been nothing she couldn’t heal, and that she was ill for being the one to take care of him every day. They didn’t find it strange that the fourth division captain got ill so easily.
But she had indeed taken care of him, in some ways that were ethically reproachable and now that had gotten her ill. With a defeated sigh she once again lay down and tried to ignore the fact that she was ill.
“You’ll be better in no time.” The voice of the sixth division captain sounded, dare she say, mocking. “I conclude that it’s only right that I reciprocate the care you gave me.”
Now she was sure this would be the end of her. Not only was she sick for being reckless but now he had cracked a joke. Yes, this was the end of the world as they knew it.
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(A/N:This piece of work was a bit odd, I mean Unohana is quite bold, but then again even we silent and composed women can pull out a stunt like that from our sleeves, and Byakuya, err---the man needs to light up a bit he needs to be a bit more bold ands stop being so tight(¬¬), geez.)