Tales of a Broken Society
Mysterious Kitten (YumichikaHanataru)
Title: Mysterious Kitten
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Yumichika/Hanataro
Word count: 1,305
Requested by: No idea…
AN: For a few weeks (or less) I will be posting these until I finish editing another mini story. Sorry peeps! But enjoy this here.
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“You’re so tiny, much tinier than others around here.” The words surprised Hanatoru as he went over the supply cabinet, making him turn around as he pressed against the shelf. “I never really noticed before, but how the hell can you haul around men twice your size?”
“Yumichika-san, what brings you here?” Hanatrou asked, holding a hand to his chest in order to stop his heart from beating right out of his chest.
“I had to see something. Ikkaku told me that you were a tiny little thing, but I always thought that you were bigger since you are known to carry a guy to a bed after knocking him out,” Yumichika said, walking over to Hanatoru and looking him up and down.
“And you had to see just how big I am or am not?” Hanatoru queried, blinking before he knelt down and picked up his clipboard from where it had dropped. Pulling out a pen, he made a note on it before turning back to his shelves.
“Yes, I had to,” Yumichika drawled, watching as the smaller male moved around the storage room, counting and noting the numbers. He had to admit that the healer before was indeed very small and it had nothing to do with his uniform.
Leaving the supply room soon after, he waiting for Hanatoru to get off before following after him, watching what he was doing and who he hung out with. Leaving soon after, Yumichika waited for Hanatoru to get off before following after him, watching what he was doing.
Hanatoru left the fourth, heading to several small homes that stood near it and slipped into one of the smaller homes. It was only an hour before he was leaving in a simple kimono, meeting up with several others that Yumichika knew came from other divisions, including a couple that came from the eleventh. Following them to a diner, than a bar, he left to meet up with his own friends, pondering the mystery of the little 7th seat of the fourth division.
The next day, Yumichika cornered each of the eleventh division members that he had seen with his mystery, finding out why they were hanging out with him. To his surprise, the group had been friends for many years, long before they had joined the academy. They had actually grown up together in the lower Ruikigon districts. Slipping into the fourth division again, he found Hanatoru once more counting supplies in one of the many supply closets, this one larger and further away from the main hustle and bustle of the main hospital area.
“I’ve learned that you’re friends with a couple of my men from the eleventh,” Yumichika drawled from the doorway. Hanatoru didn’t scream or jump, but looked over one shoulder, blinking with his surprise.
“Oh? How did you find out?” Hanatoru asked, turning back to one of the shelves to continue on with his counting and reorganizing.
“I happened to see you with your friends on my way to meet Ikkaku and the guys,” Yumichika said, telling the half lie easily.
“And aren’t they Kenpachis men since he is the taicho of the division?” Hanatoru asked teasingly, getting a snort from his surprising companion.
“With how much paperwork is foisted onto me because he doesn’t want to do it? The damn division can very well be mine,” Yumichika chuckled, leaning against a wall to watch as Hanatoru worked.
“I see,” Hanatoru snickered, shaking his head, lips twitching in his amusement. Yumichika watched as the young healers hair swayed back and forth with each movement of his head as long fingers danced over medical supplies. He had to admit that the small male was good looking in the doe eyed kitten way he had. And Yumichika knew that under his shinigami uniform, he was lean, all muscle that barely showed but shifted under gently tanned skin.
All around, Hanatoru made a pretty picture while being a mystery that made Yumichika wanted to unwrap.
“So, tell me, where did you grow up?” Yumichika asked as Hanatoru moved to another shelf, starting on the bottom shelf and working over.
“Me and most of my friends grew up in the 43ed district, occasionally the 45th. It depended on the food and work available for us,” Hanatoru admitted, shrugging as he continued to kneel on the floor as he worked. ‘Once we lived near the walls for a couple of years, acting as cleaners and helpers to a few families.”
“It seems you got lucky,” Yumichika said, eyeing the kneeling man.
“Lucky enough. We lost friends, both to a second death and to arguments. Then we joined the academy and started to believe that we had a place in the world for once,” he hummed, a smile dancing on his lips. “It was nice to find that.”
“Don’t I know it,” Yumichika said, eyebrows raising as Hanatoru started to go over a new shelf.
“What about you?” Hanatoru asked as he counted packages of gauze. “Where did you come from?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard about where the four of us come from,” was the reply. Yumichika rubbed at his bottom lip, eyes trailing over the healer’s back, enjoying the view.
“Yes, but I doubt that some of the things that I’ve heard are true,” Hanatoru snorted, looking over at him. “I doubt that all of you came from the lower pits of Hell.”
“Sometimes I really thought that the edges were the lower pits, but no, we’re not from Hell,” Yumichika snorted, flicking his wrist with an indulgent smile. “Ikkaku and I came to Soul Society as pre-teens, together. We died during a very nasty epidemic. That’s about all that we remember of our living lives though. From there, we learned very quickly on how to live and fleece here, and made names for ourselves.”
“And when you met Kenapchi-taicho and Yachiru-fukutaicho?” prompted Hanatoru, moving to boxes of Band-Aids.
“Ikkaku got his ass handed to him by Kenpachi-taicho,” Yumichika stated, shrugging one shoulder. “We started to follow him around, learning all sorts of things before we came here and Kenpachi took over the 11th.”
“That was about the time that I started to rise up in the ranks after starting here,” Hanatoru mused.
“You were here for that huh? I didn’t know that,” Yumichika said, a musing expression on his face. Brushing a bit of hair back, he snorted lowly to himself and shook his head.
“I was only a 19th seat at the time actually. I was training, cleaning and the such, the usual for someone lower in the 4th,” Hanatoru explained as he stood up to work on another shelf. “Unlike you, Yumichika-san, I had to work my way up in the ranks. You came pre-trained,” he teased. Yumichika was startled into a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “I’m actually up for another promotion, this time to 5th seat.”
“If you’re so high up in the food chain, why are you counting stock?” Yumichika asked in curiosity, Hanatoru frowning at what looked to be a box of anti-itch ointment tubes.
“I’m the taicho of my team, so when one of my group can’t work, I fill in,” Hanatoru replied. “The guy who’s supposed to be doing this is sick with a very nasty cold at the moment, so I get to do supply counting.”
Yumichika hummed in return, the two easily falling into a lighter conversation. When the beauty obsessed man left, he had found out a lot more about Hanatoru then he had expected to, but he still wanted to learn more.
He wanted the little mystery kitten in his bed soon and for good in his life and he would have that. It would just take a bit of time and work to get him there.
Time he had an abundance of.