Tales of the Chore Boy

Hanataro’s head slowly rose out of an uncovered manhole up to his eyes, which slowly roved about, looking for any signs of life in this late night. Seeing nobody, he scrambled out of the sewer systems and began walking off, sighing gently. It had been two weeks since his… ‘experience’ with Rukia Kuchiki, and it had been a week and a half since she had been rescued and saved by Ichigo Kurosaki. In the resulting time, Hanataro hadn’t heard word one regarding the tape that Rangiku had made, but he was taking no chances. Thankfully, Captain Unohana was a remarkably laid-back lady, allowing him to report that he was going to be cleaning the sewers, a job nobody wanted, from sun up to sun down for the next few weeks through another member of the Fourth Division; a male member.

Hanataro didn’t have any real way to find out whom he could trust because he simply didn’t know how to find out who was in the Shinigami Women’s Association; therefore, his best bet was to just avoid all women altogether for as long as possible. As Hanataro knew from experience, that could be a very, very long time. Before he could think much further, he found the building he sought: one of the local public bathes. At an hour as late as this, he knew full well that the place would be utterly deserted, giving him the chance to change into new clothes and get the sewer-stink off of him. Waving casually to the very un-interested man behind the counter that was supposed to be watching who entered and exited the premises, Hanataro entered the dressing chambers. Less than a minute later, he was soaking happily in the hot springs, his towel folded neatly and waiting for him just outside the water.

“Oh, this feels so much better…” He murmured softly, closing his eyes before slipping completely submerging himself, enjoying the heated water wrapping around his body. Of course, when the fairly loud ‘plunk’ of another body hitting and dropping into the water resounded through the water, he shot straight up. When his eyes opened, they almost bugged out of his skull. Sitting at the other end of the springs, resting in a position much as he had been a second ago, was the woman he recognized as the Lieutenant Momo Hinamori, and she looked rather pleased with herself. He probably would have passed out from embarrassment had she not been sitting so low, keeping her body concealed from him by the unlit, dark water; he could see her towel also rested outside the water.

“H’lo… Hanataro, wash it?” She muttered quite loudly, her words slurring slightly. He recognized the speech pattern of a sake-drunk Shinigami right away.

“M-miss Hinamori, I-I don’t believe this place supports mixed-bathing… in fact, I’m f-fairly certain it says “Men’s Bath” right on that sign over there…” he mumbled lightly, fairly uncomfortable so close to another naked person, much less a naked and drunk woman.

“Mmm… mebbe not… but I won’t tell if you won’t, Hanananataro.” She giggled loudly at herself, and then gave him a fairly lewd wink, grinning like a fox. He blushed harder and sunk a bit lower in the water, his nose just short of being submerged. He would’ve agreed with her if he could speak. As it stood, he just made a few warbled bubbly noises and sat in silence, trying not to stare at the beautiful woman who was slowly scrubbing her own hair, which was bringing her well-formed breasts that much closer to the surface of the water.

Oh man, this is just my luck… this is worse than my birthday! How are all these people finding me?! Before Hanataro’s mental rant could go on, he caught the distinct sound of sniffling back tears. When he looked over, he saw Momo, curled up over herself, sobbing almost-silently.

“H-he w-wouldn’t l-l-look at me, either… a-am I th-that u-u-ugly?” She sobbed a good bit louder, making Hanataro sit up straight and raise his hands, waving them as though trying to ward off a curse.

“No! No no no! That’s not it! It’s just… I… uh… well… it’s… odd to be… um… so close… to a naked… naked girl…” Who was ‘He’? What was the girl going on about?

“D-don’t you l-lie to me! You’re j-just like A-A-Aizen was! Y-you thinks I’m ugly, and you won’t just come out and tell me!” Oh, that’s right. She was Cap- no, she was Aizen’s Lieutenant; she was the poor girl who had discovered his false body, setting off his great trap, even. No wonder she seemed to have hit the bottle hard… Before Hanataro could refute this accusation as well, the girl suddenly swooned and, with no warning, fell face first into the hot water. Crying out, he leapt across the water and grabbed her shoulders, easily hefting the slight girl out of the water and onto the pavement, placing her head on her folded towel.

Before he fully knew what he was doing, he had already checked her pulse and began administering CPR; there were perks to drunk bathing with a Division Four member, apparently. Of course, he didn’t realize that, in his hurry, he didn’t check the proper place for her pulse, nor did he realize he’d reacted too fast for her to have really inhaled very much water at all. So, the half-conscious girl kicked out the only natural reaction she could; she returned what she supposed was a sloppy, wet kiss. So when her tongue suddenly found itself practically down Hanataro’s throat, he was surprisingly shocked, so much so that he broke the kiss, fell off of her, and promptly fell straight back into the water.

When he crawled back out of the water and coughed up what he had accidentally inhaled, he looked over to make sure the girl, who was just now coming back to full awareness, was alright, and almost fell right back in: her perfect body was glistening amazingly under the full moonlight, gravity doing it’s job and making her chest seem a bit more flat than when she was standing. As she slowly leaned up on her shoulders, the only thing keeping him from catching the perfect view of her crotch was the exact height of his eyes in comparison with her slightly raised right hip. When she saw his head poking out of the water, and then followed his eyes to her bare skin, she blushed heavily and immediately covered herself with her arms.

“…I… um… well… I guess… I guess I was wrong about you… hehe…” she blushed heavily, trying to add some comedy to the situation; he simply gurgled from beneath the water, contemplating letting himself sink before the situation got worse. He didn’t realize he was still staring at her. Still blushing heavily, she nodded slowly to herself, as though coming to a very certain conclusion about a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about. Slowly, she assumed a full sitting position and dropped her arms, revealing herself to him again.

“So… do you like what you see?” God damn it all.

“Uh… y-yes… yes, Miss Hinomori…” Why didn’t I lie? Why can’t I lie? What the hell is wrong with me?

“Then… then get up here and get a better look.” Suddenly, her hand was stuck out just before his face. Quite reluctantly, he took her hand and got up out of the water; when she gasped loudly and turned several shades more red, he realized where she was looking and quickly took a seat, blushing deeper than she was and covering his own crotch, which was standing at full attention in salute to the beauty before him. Despite this, however, he was getting a much, much better look. Her breasts were perfectly round and glowed under the light; after being under the hot water for so long, then being exposed to the slightly chilly air, her nipples, too, were standing rigid and begged for attention.

Before his eyes could trail much further than this, however, she was on him and repeating the kiss he had broken only moments ago. This time, he allowed himself to savor the taste of her tongue rubbing against his, the warmth of their lips pressing against each other. His hands, having grown minds of their own, slowly traced small circles up her sides and stomach before reaching the still slowly dripping mounds of her breasts, and as his fingers began rubbing slow and strong circles into her flesh, she couldn’t help but draw in a breath quickly, gasping and breaking the kiss before moaning softly and diving back into his mouth.

As the shy boy slowly began throwing out his inhibitions, the kiss got more heated and his hands grabbed more and more of the soft, delicate flesh. He squeezed and rubbed, though managed to stay away from the wanting nipples, making her groan and wriggle in his hands; she rather enjoyed the attention she was receiving after being ignored for so long, and he was rather happy to be doing this without having his hands tied this time. Despite himself, he’d been dying to be able to feel a woman after his first and only sexual experience, and now he was getting just that. Finally, his fingers zeroed in on and gave a good pinch to the erect nerve-endings of her tits: the results were astounding.

The kiss broke, her breathing hitched, and she cried out fairly loudly, wrapping her arms around his chest and burying her face in the crook of his neck, her teeth gently nibbling the skin of his neck. He didn’t quite know what was going on until he felt dripping on his leg… a liquid most definitely not water. Looking down, he smiled as he realized he had again taken a woman to orgasm, and a good bit easier this time than the first.

“You’re sensitive, Miss Hinamori.” He whispered softly, repeating the cycle by slowly rubbing circles into her breasts, pressing slightly harder this time around. Her moans and soft gasps were music to his ears. As he continued giving her wonderful breasts attention, his mind wandered back to his ‘visit’ to Rukia. As he thought of how the other woman had so pleased him with her mouth, he decided that women, too, could feel that pleasure. To be certain, he was going to attempt it. As he applied force to Momo’s chest, making her ‘eep’ and gasp in pleased surprise, she complied to his every movement as he gently laid her down and, to her pleasant surprise, started his kissing just above her stomach and began leaving a soft trail of the gentle pecks down her torso, his hands completing their circuit and pinching her erect nipples again, making her squeal beneath him; there was less force behind it this time, however. This time, Hanataro wanted to get lower on her, and really taste her.

When he laid a big wet kiss upon the glistening lips of her sex, she groaned heavily, arching her back slightly. Yep, it was just as good for her as it was for him. He slowly planted several more kisses over her crotch, smiling as he did so, his hands still massaging her chest eagerly; Momo was whimpering in pleased want beneath him, the pleasure torturously too little, though just enough to keep her wanting more. Before she could ask for more, he slowly drag his tongue up the length of her slit, it’s tip slipping inward enough to get a real taste for her, his tongue tip lapping up some of her cum; if her mouth had tasted wonderful before, her sex was nothing short of heaven. And as much as he wanted more of it, she wanted him to have more; when he went in to lick again, she pressed herself against him, practically giving herself to him on a plate.

While she moaned loudly as he licked inside her, her cries increased tenfold when his tongue inadvertently slipped beneath the small hood just above her slit and pressed gently against her clit. Figuring that more pressure meant more pleasure, he licked again, this time pressing a good bit harder; she again plunged her sex against his face as she exploded in a screaming orgasm. Momo was incredibly sensitive, it seemed, and Hanataro was happy to see it. After licking her clean again, he decided it was time to go a bit further; where the bravery came from was a mystery, but it was there, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste. When his lips, soaked in her taste, pressed roughly against hers, she knew what was coming. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her enough to allow his head to squeeze just past her dripping hot entrance; it was his turn to moan in pleasure. He savored her feeling as he slowly pressed into her, groaning loudly at how tight she was. When their hips finally met, he could do little more than pant raggedly, his breath hot on her cheeks.

“Oh… th-this isn’t… isn’t your first time… Ms. Hinamori?” he panted slowly, his arms wrapped around her back as he slowly kissed her lips.

“Nngh... well… th-there was this one time… a long time ago… w-with Izuru… but that’s for another time… I’m yours for now, Hanataro… so please… call me Momo…” She whispered softly, and then gently nibbled his left earlobe. And he agreed.

“Yes, Momo.” With that, he began slowly pulling out of her, then immediately thrust deeper into her depths. They cried out in ecstatic unison, groaning heavily as they began thrusting with each other, kissing and caressing each other as they drove ever onward toward sheer bliss. As their bodies pressed fully against each other, their hips driving together with hard thrusts, the both of them reached their peaks simultaneously. With several gasps, they cried out one another’s names, their orgasms washing over them and leaving them hugging each other, pressed close and inhaling their own scents.

As they attempted to recuperate, neither noticed the dark silhouette of Rangiku Matsumoto, that same damned video camera clasped in her hands, disappearing into the shadows. How she managed to get everywhere unnoticed was unknown, but one thing was readily apparent: she was set to make one hell of a movie.



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Wow, so glad to see this fic took off like it did… I didn’t realize Hanataro was such a well-loved character! Anywho, let’s just get to the meat and bones of this little segment… I’m running short of ideas as to just who to put the poor, lucky boy with next; I’ve got one, maybe two more chapters in my mind, and I want more. I’m thinking the next one will be a bit more focused on his ‘unlucky’ side, and it’ll involve crazy little Nemu Kurotsuchi. The chapter after that? Well, it’ll involve our favorite playful kitten.

But I wanna know… who do you want to see Hanataro being played with? Suggest whomever you want, folks, and I’ll probably do it, provided it isn’t some freak, like Mayuri, Kenpachi, or the General. Sure, the last one isn’t really a freak, but… oooold. So, leave your wants in your reviews, and the most popular choices will be forthcoming!

‘Till next time!
-B.A.Z.