Give Him a Sword and He'll Give You a Mountain
Bleach more of Ken/Uno ficcage, a beginning
Zaraki/Unohana
Unohana Retsu sat in the office of the fourth division, enjoying a cup of tea. She was taking advantage of the unusually quiet day to do a bit of light reading.
It was unfortunate - though perhaps to be expected - that the warm, peaceful silence was suddenly shattered.
"Unohana-taichou!" a voice called, carried closer by the sound of running steps. A small, panting face poked itself around her doorframe. Nervously, a skittish young woman came in. Unohana put down her book. "We... You're needed immediately. There was a group of hollows, and... the eleventh division - "
As soon as she heard that, Unohana stood up. "Of course." She smiled to hide her irritation. "Please lead the way."
The small woman quickly walked back down the hallway, looking over her shoulder only once to insure her captain was following. "We've got most things under control - all the injuries are being seen to. But... the eleventh division captain won't cooperate with anyone. He'll live, but he needs treatment."
"Don't worry," Unohana told her as they rounded a corner to the large infirmar where several members of the division in question were laid up in the small cots just for short-term patients. "I'll take care of it."
Several rambunctious members of the eleventh were scattered around the room, harassing her division as they tried to tend to their patients. She was not pleased.
And in the middle of the room was a heavily bleeding Zaraki Kenpachi, screaming at anyone who approached him. Isane was fluttering uselessly around him, wringing her hands, trying to somehow coerce the large, hulking mass of man to let her conduct an exam. When she looked up and spotted her captain, her face fell into an expression of joy at the promise of respite. "Unohana-taichou!" she called, voice nearly dripping with relief.
Unohana walked over, her hands folded together over where her braid rested on her stomach. "Zaraki-taichou," she said blandly, "you're bleeding all over my floor."
He snarled viciously and she nodded discreetly to her lieutenant, asking Isane to let her handle the difficult man on her own. "And?"
"Either allow me to stop the bleeding or give me some assurance that you're willing to clean up the mess." She smiled passively.
He was getting angrier, and his reiatsu was leaking out. Many of her division members couldn't handle it, and already she could tell they were feeling the effects. She raised her own silently; he couldn't sense reiatsu, but unconsciously he would be able to sense her strength. "No," he told her viciously, "I'm going."
"Bye Braid-Lady!" Yachiru said, suddenly hopping up onto Zaraki's shoulder. The girl always seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Yachiru-chan," she said, suddenly struck with an idea. "If you can convince Zaraki-taichou to allow me to work on him and to scare his men away, then I will promise you an entire bag of candy."
Yachiru's eyes grew wide and she leapt over Zaraki's head, landing on her feet right in front of Unohana. "A whole bag? Really, Braid-Lady? Really?"
"Don't listen to her, Yachiru, we - "
"Ken-chan!" She grabbed his leg and held on like glue. "Ken-chan!" she wailed. "You gotta let Braid-Lady stop the bleeding. You had fun fighting all the hollows - so it's okay. And I want candy!"
"You had all you're allowed this week."
Unohana smiled. "Oh, by the way Zaraki-taichou... I would be more than happy to watch her after I gave her the treat."
Zaraki stared at her a moment then yelled, "Okay, men, get the hell out of her. Go back to the division and... fight or clean or something."
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written 20 June 2008
Yaarp. There we go. A beginning! Now if only I had a plot... *think think think*
-ILB
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Zaraki/Unohana
Unohana Retsu sat in the office of the fourth division, enjoying a cup of tea. She was taking advantage of the unusually quiet day to do a bit of light reading.
It was unfortunate - though perhaps to be expected - that the warm, peaceful silence was suddenly shattered.
"Unohana-taichou!" a voice called, carried closer by the sound of running steps. A small, panting face poked itself around her doorframe. Nervously, a skittish young woman came in. Unohana put down her book. "We... You're needed immediately. There was a group of hollows, and... the eleventh division - "
As soon as she heard that, Unohana stood up. "Of course." She smiled to hide her irritation. "Please lead the way."
The small woman quickly walked back down the hallway, looking over her shoulder only once to insure her captain was following. "We've got most things under control - all the injuries are being seen to. But... the eleventh division captain won't cooperate with anyone. He'll live, but he needs treatment."
"Don't worry," Unohana told her as they rounded a corner to the large infirmar where several members of the division in question were laid up in the small cots just for short-term patients. "I'll take care of it."
Several rambunctious members of the eleventh were scattered around the room, harassing her division as they tried to tend to their patients. She was not pleased.
And in the middle of the room was a heavily bleeding Zaraki Kenpachi, screaming at anyone who approached him. Isane was fluttering uselessly around him, wringing her hands, trying to somehow coerce the large, hulking mass of man to let her conduct an exam. When she looked up and spotted her captain, her face fell into an expression of joy at the promise of respite. "Unohana-taichou!" she called, voice nearly dripping with relief.
Unohana walked over, her hands folded together over where her braid rested on her stomach. "Zaraki-taichou," she said blandly, "you're bleeding all over my floor."
He snarled viciously and she nodded discreetly to her lieutenant, asking Isane to let her handle the difficult man on her own. "And?"
"Either allow me to stop the bleeding or give me some assurance that you're willing to clean up the mess." She smiled passively.
He was getting angrier, and his reiatsu was leaking out. Many of her division members couldn't handle it, and already she could tell they were feeling the effects. She raised her own silently; he couldn't sense reiatsu, but unconsciously he would be able to sense her strength. "No," he told her viciously, "I'm going."
"Bye Braid-Lady!" Yachiru said, suddenly hopping up onto Zaraki's shoulder. The girl always seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Yachiru-chan," she said, suddenly struck with an idea. "If you can convince Zaraki-taichou to allow me to work on him and to scare his men away, then I will promise you an entire bag of candy."
Yachiru's eyes grew wide and she leapt over Zaraki's head, landing on her feet right in front of Unohana. "A whole bag? Really, Braid-Lady? Really?"
"Don't listen to her, Yachiru, we - "
"Ken-chan!" She grabbed his leg and held on like glue. "Ken-chan!" she wailed. "You gotta let Braid-Lady stop the bleeding. You had fun fighting all the hollows - so it's okay. And I want candy!"
"You had all you're allowed this week."
Unohana smiled. "Oh, by the way Zaraki-taichou... I would be more than happy to watch her after I gave her the treat."
Zaraki stared at her a moment then yelled, "Okay, men, get the hell out of her. Go back to the division and... fight or clean or something."
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written 20 June 2008
Yaarp. There we go. A beginning! Now if only I had a plot... *think think think*
-ILB
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