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Title: Skirt Chaser
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/Character/s: KyourakuxUkitake
Word Count: 652
Warning/s: No spoilers, but longwinded weirdness. --;;
Summary: Kyouraku loves women.
Dedication: The other writers for KyourakuxUkitake. I know you’re out there somewhere. PLEASE COME OUT.
A/N: Um, I don’t know. I just felt like I hadn’t written these two in a while. So I did. This was the only idea that could come to my mind at 2:30 in the morning, my last night in LA. SUMMER OBVIOUSLY KILLS MY BRAIN LIKE WOAH.

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Kyouraku Shunsui loves women. Ukitake knows that there’s simply something old-fashioned in the other captain that adores how soft and sweet and pretty women are, how they are the embodiment of all things beautiful and good. Shunsui wants to protect them from the bad things, thinks somewhere in that idealistic head of his that someone like him is useless if he cannot work to be strong and take care of those rare, beautiful things like women that exist in the world.

So Shunsui loves his women. They’re all beautiful to him, all splendid and good and kind because he’s convinced there is never anything ugly about any girl. He refuses to believe that there is anything inherently bad about these sweet, gentle creatures that he cares so deeply for.

And so he flirts shamelessly with Unohana whenever he sees her because she is absolutely stunning no matter her age or how matronly she may seem.

He compliments Hinamori on her hair and pats her head and tells her how cute she is, and what a fine woman she will grow to become.

He kisses Matsumoto’s cheeks and twirls her around when they run into each other, and she laughs and indulges him and even kisses his cheeks in return sometimes, bold and lively and full of sass.

He brings Nemu presents when he has to see Mayuri, not letting her fade into the background as her father prefers her to. He lavishes attention on her because he believes someone so cute should not be kept under such tight control like she is. He gives her candies and ribbons for her hair and winks at her when he’s supposed to be conversing with Mayuri, and the pretty blush that blossoms across her cheeks warms his heart.

He even smiles at Soi Fong when they pass each other in a corridor, tells her that he’s certain she has a heart-stopping smile under all those glares and that he would love to see it someday, if she ever feels like showing it to anyone. He even chuckles when she tells him she knows a couple of other ways to stop his heart if he wants it so badly. He thinks she’s gorgeous as she storms off, her ears slightly pink as she leaves him behind.

As for Nanao, he spoils her a little bit because she is so strict and uptight that he thinks she’s never had the proper sort of attention lavished on her that she deserves, the quiet bookish type that she is. So he makes a big deal out of everything, calls her name loudly and declares how precious she is, how beautiful and strong she is and how much he admires and cares for her. She rolls her eyes at him most of the time, but everyone can see that she enjoys hearing it every now and again; simply as a reminder that she is a woman and that she is still lovely, even under the stress of her job and the strict bearing that she forces herself to operate under.

Shunsui loves women enough to care about these little details in their lives, and while some people view it simply as the eighth division captain behaving like some sort of old, perverted rake, it only makes Ukitake love the other man more. Because as thoughtful as Kyouraku is with those women he loves so much, it is Jyuushirou’s bed that he returns to at night.

Unquestionably, Shunsui loves all women, all equally.

But Ukitake Jyuushirou understands that he is loved as well. And he sleeps comfortably knowing that he doesn’t have to share that title with anyone else in Shunsui’s heart, because he is the only Ukitake Jyuushirou there is.

And that is enough to quell any jealousy the thirteenth division captain might have, because while Shunsui declares that he loves all women, he only agrees to loving one man.

END