Unexpectedly Expecting - KenHana drabble
[Characters]: Yamada Hanatarou and Zaraki Kenpachi
[Pairing]: KenHana
[Summary]: Hanatarou has been waking up sick. Kenpachi helps out.
[Word Count]: 550
[Finished]: 16.September.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Implied Mpreg|Crack|Fluff
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Complete crack pairing and once again it is all Gokuma's fault for feeding the bunnies and providing the crack.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite. Save a few OCs product of fangirl brainstorming.
Hanatarou got up as quickly as he could, clamping a hand over his mouth while trying to keep his stomach from spilling out of his body and ran to the bathroom making it just in time to the toilet, emptying the meagre contents of his belly onto the white porcelain.
It was the third day in a row that he had woken up sick and vomited the remains of his dinner. Usually after this he would be alright, fit and ready for a new day, but today he didn’t seem to be recovering as fast. He threw up a few more times before he felt a large hand settle on the small of his back; the warmth alone was comforting.
“Damn! Ya throwin’ up like one‘f mine ‘fter a drinkin’ contest, Hana-chan.”
Hanatarou groaned, the only response he could manage in that instant and another large hand drew his hair back from his face, where it had plastered with the cold-sweat the heaves caused him; a thumb cleaned the sweat beads off his forehead. Hanatarou leaned to the touch, sighing.
“Were ya out drinkin’?”
There was some more groaning and dry heaves before he could answer feebly, “No.” He didn’t like drinking and Kenpachi knew that. Why did he insist on teasing him when Hanatarou already felt this bad? It was probably being sick and the horrid sensation of throwing up, the trembling limbs and the nausea, all combined with the teasing from Ken-san and not knowing what was wrong with him that made the tears start falling from his eyes freely.
“Hey, hey. No need to cry.” The thumb wiped his tears this time; the hand on the small of his back still soothing and warm.
Hanatarou leaned over the toilet and threw up some more, just liquid now, his stomach finally empty, and then cleaned his face, letting go of a quiet whimper.
“It’s just... I don’t know what’s wrong and...”
“Ya’ll find out. Ya good at findin’ out that sorta thing with people and t’heal them. Ya good at that, aren’t ya?”Kenpachi grinned at him.
Hanatarou smiled back, faintly.
That had been how they had met, Hanatarou tending and healing Kenpachi and after that the Eleventh Division captain hadn’t let Hana out of his sight. Then one thing led to the other and... Hanatarou felt himself blush and prayed that Ken-san wouldn’t notice; he was always merciless, taunting him about his embarrassment. Fortunately this time, he was preoccupied with something else.
“And if ya can’t find out, Unohana will fer sure,” Ken-san said with such certainty that Hanatarou felt himself believing it. He nodded and when it seemed he no longer was throwing his guts out, he was picked up gently, carried him to the bed and set on the soft pillows.
Kenpachi’s hair was down, just like Hanatarou liked, so timidly he pulled a strand, feeling it slide smoothly through his fingers.
Kenpachi leaned forward, closer to him, the unexpectedly soft lips brushing against Hanatarou’s and he felt in paradise, a deep sigh escaping.
“Better?”
“Much more.”
“Good.”
“Hmmm.”
“Go see Unohana ‘bout this t’day. I don’t like ya sick. I don’t get ta do all those things t’ya.”
Hana flushed furiously but nodded. “I will,” he said, burying his face in the broad chest.
September2009©MarinLiliz
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[Pairing]: KenHana
[Summary]: Hanatarou has been waking up sick. Kenpachi helps out.
[Word Count]: 550
[Finished]: 16.September.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Warnings]: Implied Mpreg|Crack|Fluff
[Rating]: PG
[A/N]: Complete crack pairing and once again it is all Gokuma's fault for feeding the bunnies and providing the crack.
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite. Save a few OCs product of fangirl brainstorming.
Hanatarou got up as quickly as he could, clamping a hand over his mouth while trying to keep his stomach from spilling out of his body and ran to the bathroom making it just in time to the toilet, emptying the meagre contents of his belly onto the white porcelain.
It was the third day in a row that he had woken up sick and vomited the remains of his dinner. Usually after this he would be alright, fit and ready for a new day, but today he didn’t seem to be recovering as fast. He threw up a few more times before he felt a large hand settle on the small of his back; the warmth alone was comforting.
“Damn! Ya throwin’ up like one‘f mine ‘fter a drinkin’ contest, Hana-chan.”
Hanatarou groaned, the only response he could manage in that instant and another large hand drew his hair back from his face, where it had plastered with the cold-sweat the heaves caused him; a thumb cleaned the sweat beads off his forehead. Hanatarou leaned to the touch, sighing.
“Were ya out drinkin’?”
There was some more groaning and dry heaves before he could answer feebly, “No.” He didn’t like drinking and Kenpachi knew that. Why did he insist on teasing him when Hanatarou already felt this bad? It was probably being sick and the horrid sensation of throwing up, the trembling limbs and the nausea, all combined with the teasing from Ken-san and not knowing what was wrong with him that made the tears start falling from his eyes freely.
“Hey, hey. No need to cry.” The thumb wiped his tears this time; the hand on the small of his back still soothing and warm.
Hanatarou leaned over the toilet and threw up some more, just liquid now, his stomach finally empty, and then cleaned his face, letting go of a quiet whimper.
“It’s just... I don’t know what’s wrong and...”
“Ya’ll find out. Ya good at findin’ out that sorta thing with people and t’heal them. Ya good at that, aren’t ya?”Kenpachi grinned at him.
Hanatarou smiled back, faintly.
That had been how they had met, Hanatarou tending and healing Kenpachi and after that the Eleventh Division captain hadn’t let Hana out of his sight. Then one thing led to the other and... Hanatarou felt himself blush and prayed that Ken-san wouldn’t notice; he was always merciless, taunting him about his embarrassment. Fortunately this time, he was preoccupied with something else.
“And if ya can’t find out, Unohana will fer sure,” Ken-san said with such certainty that Hanatarou felt himself believing it. He nodded and when it seemed he no longer was throwing his guts out, he was picked up gently, carried him to the bed and set on the soft pillows.
Kenpachi’s hair was down, just like Hanatarou liked, so timidly he pulled a strand, feeling it slide smoothly through his fingers.
Kenpachi leaned forward, closer to him, the unexpectedly soft lips brushing against Hanatarou’s and he felt in paradise, a deep sigh escaping.
“Better?”
“Much more.”
“Good.”
“Hmmm.”
“Go see Unohana ‘bout this t’day. I don’t like ya sick. I don’t get ta do all those things t’ya.”
Hana flushed furiously but nodded. “I will,” he said, burying his face in the broad chest.
September2009©MarinLiliz
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