Wilted Flower

Well then, I guess we’ve been left to our own devices
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Hanatarou watched the door close behind his Captain and almost automatically regretted his own words. He could tell that he did want to be…with the other man but he still couldn’t force himself to do anything more then kiss him and he couldn’t do that very often. He felt his hands begin to tremble and his cheeks blush as he moved off of the Captains lap to stand back in front of the man. Hanatarou watched as Byakuya stood and couldn’t help but take a couple steps back when he stretched. He couldn’t believe he had just fallen asleep on the Captains lap. It scared him to think about it now even if he had enjoyed it at the time. He had…never been so forward about touching another person in his life.

Byakuya looked down at the small man in front of him and let out an inaudible sigh. He could already tell that the scared Hanatarou was back which meant that the slightly assertive Hanatarou was long gone. He carefully stretched his back and saw Hanatarou take a couple steps back from his body. He let out another one of those inaudible sighs before removing his Captains haori and carefully laying it over the back of the chair he and Hanatarou had been sitting on.

“I believe that we need more rest, Hanatarou, sitting in a chair is not conducive to sleep.” Byakuya carefully skirted around the boy and laid down on the bed stretching his sore body once more before closing his eyes when he felt a pop in his back. He sighed audibly at the relaxing sensation before opening his eyes and almost jumping back in shock himself. Hanatarou was standing very close to him looking over body in that same scientifically observational way that he had been his face earlier.

“You’re hurt from sitting in the chair…I’m sorry…” Byakuya just shook his head and patted the bed beside him trying to invite Hanatarou to join him without freaking the boy out again.

“We are both sore, Hanatarou. We both need rest. You can stay here with me or I can leave but just know that I will not hurt you in any way.” Byakuya watched as Hanatarou’s eyes widened before he slid onto the bed beside him and put his small hand on his shoulder.

“I…don’t…want you to leave. Please…don’t leave.” Byakuya nodded and relaxed his body holding himself so that the smaller man had the decision of touching him or not. He was quite surprised when the small body curled up right against his and seemed to cling to him as they laid together on the bed. He let one of his hands caress gently down Hanatarou’s side waiting for a sign that he was uncomfortable and he was genuinely happy when one never came. He watched as Hanatarou cuddled into him and looked up at him with his expressive eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from asking the question that had been burning in his mind since the fourth division Captain had told him what Hanatarou had been subjected to.

“Hanatarou…can you just tell me who? I don’t need to know what they did or any details, just who did this to you?” He saw the boy in his arms visibly tense and felt sharp fingernails dig in his shoulders before he saw tears form in Hanatarou’s eyes.

“Why would it matter, Byakuya?” The question was barely a whisper but Byakuya still felt his heart clench at the words. He felt his arms tighten around Hanatarou unconsciously before he dropped a small kiss on his forehead.

“It matters because I can do something about it. I know your Captain has tried to get our attention before and I am so sorry I did not listen but now that there is two of us and we might be able to get something done about this problem,” He saw the tears in Hanatarou’s eyes replaced by a glimmer of hope and felt his heart clench once more at the sight.

“You would do that for me?” The question seemed hesitant but Byakuya didn’t have to think about his response. The small fourth squad member had successfully wormed his way into the stoic nobles heart and firmly seated himself there. He felt emotions that had been pent up for years since his wife had died break free and his forehead drop to Hanatarou’s before he spoke again.

“I would do anything for you Hanatarou, anything you ever asked of me.” He saw Hanatarou swallow before looking up at him some of the earlier mischievousness back in his eyes. He felt the hand still on his shoulder tense slightly before he spoke.

“I…I want a…kiss…before I tell you…please.” Byakuya just nodded and slid his hand slowly to Hanatarou’s cheek lifting his head before leaning down to place a gently kiss on the smaller mans lips. He could feel Hanatarou tremble slightly before pulling him slightly closer and opening for him. He took the invitation and slowly slid his tongue into Hanatarou’s mouth leisurely tasting the small man below him. He could taste sweetness and was not surprised at the fact. Anyone as innocent as the fourth division healer would have to have an undertone of sweetness. He felt another tremble and decided to pull away and give the smaller man time to think. He was slightly taken back when he automatically heard a whisper. “We…just called him boss…He…ran the first house in the third section of district 46.”

Byakuya nodded and allowed the slightly shaking man to tuck himself against his side. He watched Hanatarou through slightly lidded eyes as the boy finally let his breathing even out and fall back into sleep. He let his fingers trail lightly over the smaller body just watching him sleep before extricating himself from the embrace and standing. He walked quietly over to the chair with his Captains haori and picked it up sliding it back on. He had a Captains meeting to get to that he was going to skip. They all needed to have a conversation.
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The Captains meeting went very well, there were no fights, arguments or threats for a duel from any of the attending Captains. That was until Byakuya brought up the fact that the slave districts needed to be taken care of. The Captain Commander was still reluctant about this but found himself quickly overruled when half of the Captains in the room agreed with the two Captains. They decided to create patrols for the well know slave districts and assigned each agreeing Captain and district. Byakuya, of course, took district 46 and asked to be immediately excused from Sereitei for investigation. The Captain Commander gave him permission because he knew that even if he said no the noble Captain would leave on his own. Why cause more problems?
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It didn’t take the menacing Captain long to find out where the first house in the third section of the 46th district was. He had, very kindly mind you, asked a few pedestrians where the house was and had, very kindly once again, told them to spill it when they wouldn’t tell him. He did this a couple times just to make sure that the information was correct. When he was absolutely certain of the location he headed towards the slave house and owner who had once hurt Hanatarou. He planned on maiming if not killing the man by the time the night was over. No one messed with what was his, even if it happened before Hanatarou was actually his.
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Byakuya spent another precious hour talking his way into the boss’s room and he still thought that the only reason he had been allowed in was because he was pretty. The thought still made him shudder deep down inside. He looked up at the man in front of him and was very surprised to see how utterly normal the man looked. He had medium length brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, a small build with pale skin and seemingly caring green eyes. He saw the small boy beside him flinch when his hair was touched and had to stop himself from attacking the “boss” before the guards were out of the room.

“So, I hear that you wish to speak to me about a slave. I have quite the assortment, there
are boys and girls, small and big, there are some who are obedia-” Byakuya decided to cut off the slave owner because he didn’t think that he could contain his anger if the bastard kept speaking.

“I am not interested in a new slave. I am interested in a former slave of yours. Yamada Hanatarou, do you remember him?” Byakuya had to stop himself from grinding his teeth together when a brilliant smile appeared on the slave owners face. He saw the man giggle slightly before stretching his body.

“Ohh, yes, I remember the little raven. He was such a good little slave. So obedient and willing and,” Byakuya watched a lecherous grin spread across the slave owner face. “so damned flexible. I was very sad to lose him. It wasn’t even a proper transaction so if I find him or that women who took him.” Byakuya instinctively leaned back when the slave owner leaned forward even if they were a whole room apart. “I will take him back. He belongs to me. Now, tell me, where is the damn runaway?” Byakuya heard himself release an audible growl before he was up and across the room in a flash. He had the slave owner slammed up against the wall with senbonzakura at his throat before the brunette man even knew he had moved.

“You are nothing but a slimy, disgusting, waste of a human existence and I am going to show you just how sorry you can be for your actions.” Byakuya saw the slave owners eyes open almost as wide as saucers before he swung senbonzakura down.
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AN: Ok, I know this is beyond late but…well I had gift fics and birthday fics to do and a hell of a lot going on in my personal life so…I am very sorry.

I was going to make this the Byakuya finds out who Hanatarou’s owner was and killed him chapter but I didn’t quite get that far and I dun know if I’m going to kill him anymore. *thinks* some things are worse then death.

I would like to say I’m sorry once again and say a big thanks to Athello for helping me get past my writers block. *pounces and huggles* even if she was just pointing out my grammar mistakes. *giggles*

Well, I hope you all like it and thanks so much for reading!!