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Title: Accidental Encounter
Author:
imalooney
Theme: Set 7, #1 - Running in Place
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hanataro x Grimmjow
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing!
Warning: Possibly Spoilerish if you aren’t up to date w/ the manga…
Hanataro picked himself off the ground and dusted himself off. His inability to use shunpo had once again separated him from the other shinigami, and his clumsy nature wasn’t helping matters. Hanataro looked around but there was still no sign of anyone, just the faint hint of reiatsu in the distance. Once more he headed off towards the increasingly distant reiatsu as quickly as he could. He didn’t make it very far. Before he’d gone twenty feet, he tripped again. He was getting nowhere like this and he knew it. He felt like he was just running in place…being even more useless than usual. But this was for Ichigo and the others, so no matter how useless he felt, Hanataro was determined to keep going. This time he managed to actually travel a ways before falling again.
Even though Hanataro was making pretty good progress now, it was clear that the others were outdoing him. At least he was getting somewhere. At this point he tripped again and was starting to dislike the rough terrain in Hueco Mundo. However, this time was different from all the others in that the bump he tripped on went “Oof!” and called him a “stupid clumsy bastard” before it lost consciousness.
Hanataro turned to face the person he had just fallen over. Judging by the hole and the mask, he came to the conclusion that it was an Arrancar. An Espada actually, if the “6” tattoo was any indication. An Espada with very pretty blue hair, Hanataro noted, and who was clearly badly wounded. As the 7th seat of 4th Squad, he just couldn’t leave the other man like this. Hanataro set to work without any further hesitation.
It didn’t take nearly as long as he thought it would to heal the wounds, though the Espada was still unconscious. The lack of consciousness wasn’t entirely a bad thing since the patient would definitely need to rest up before attempting anything strenuous, like fighting.
Hanataro sat there staring at the sleeping Espada and wondering if he should try to do something about waking the other man up. Suddenly he felt Ichigo’s reiatsu spike in the distance. His friends had stopped, but now they were fighting. Hanataro knew that he needed to hurry and catch up to them, but he hated to leave his current patient unconscious.
Basic mothering instincts had taught him that kissing a boo-boo always made it heal faster. That was the basis for his decision, though there was clearly no boo-boo anywhere near the unconscious Arrancar’s lips. He leaned down and kissed the other man gently on the lips before standing up to hurry to help his friends.
•••
Grimmjow’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something soft pressing against his lips. He looked up at the man, a shinigami by the look of it, who had just kissed him and was presumably responsible for the bandages that now covered his body. Confused, he watched as the short shinigami ran off towards what he vaguely recognized to be Ichigo’s reiatsu. Slowly he stood up and started to walk in the same direction. He needed to find this little shinigami. He wanted to know why the hell he’d been kissed!
Title: Accidental Encounter
Author:
imalooney
Theme: Set 7, #1 - Running in Place
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Hanataro x Grimmjow
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing!
Warning: Possibly Spoilerish if you aren’t up to date w/ the manga…
Hanataro picked himself off the ground and dusted himself off. His inability to use shunpo had once again separated him from the other shinigami, and his clumsy nature wasn’t helping matters. Hanataro looked around but there was still no sign of anyone, just the faint hint of reiatsu in the distance. Once more he headed off towards the increasingly distant reiatsu as quickly as he could. He didn’t make it very far. Before he’d gone twenty feet, he tripped again. He was getting nowhere like this and he knew it. He felt like he was just running in place…being even more useless than usual. But this was for Ichigo and the others, so no matter how useless he felt, Hanataro was determined to keep going. This time he managed to actually travel a ways before falling again.
Even though Hanataro was making pretty good progress now, it was clear that the others were outdoing him. At least he was getting somewhere. At this point he tripped again and was starting to dislike the rough terrain in Hueco Mundo. However, this time was different from all the others in that the bump he tripped on went “Oof!” and called him a “stupid clumsy bastard” before it lost consciousness.
Hanataro turned to face the person he had just fallen over. Judging by the hole and the mask, he came to the conclusion that it was an Arrancar. An Espada actually, if the “6” tattoo was any indication. An Espada with very pretty blue hair, Hanataro noted, and who was clearly badly wounded. As the 7th seat of 4th Squad, he just couldn’t leave the other man like this. Hanataro set to work without any further hesitation.
It didn’t take nearly as long as he thought it would to heal the wounds, though the Espada was still unconscious. The lack of consciousness wasn’t entirely a bad thing since the patient would definitely need to rest up before attempting anything strenuous, like fighting.
Hanataro sat there staring at the sleeping Espada and wondering if he should try to do something about waking the other man up. Suddenly he felt Ichigo’s reiatsu spike in the distance. His friends had stopped, but now they were fighting. Hanataro knew that he needed to hurry and catch up to them, but he hated to leave his current patient unconscious.
Basic mothering instincts had taught him that kissing a boo-boo always made it heal faster. That was the basis for his decision, though there was clearly no boo-boo anywhere near the unconscious Arrancar’s lips. He leaned down and kissed the other man gently on the lips before standing up to hurry to help his friends.
•••
Grimmjow’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something soft pressing against his lips. He looked up at the man, a shinigami by the look of it, who had just kissed him and was presumably responsible for the bandages that now covered his body. Confused, he watched as the short shinigami ran off towards what he vaguely recognized to be Ichigo’s reiatsu. Slowly he stood up and started to walk in the same direction. He needed to find this little shinigami. He wanted to know why the hell he’d been kissed!