Well, the second bleach fic from me...It's not turn out fantastic like I wanted it to be but I think it just okay, yeah I guess. Mental block...beware of my words and grammar. I planned to make it short but it turn out to be long. Why this thing always happen to me? Fine, just have a read and I don't care about flame or what ever cause I'm gonna use it to flame you in your sleep ha ha!. REview and comment will cheer me up!!.

Disclaimer: I'm not own bleach even there's a of lot my guys in there.

The spinning bottle finally stopped and the whole room went into hushed silence. All eyes were abruptly staring at one side of the corner where the little healer sat on it. He uneasily lowered his gaze to the floor and his hands quivered a little.

“So it’s Hanatarou’s turn. Let see what kind of task we’re gonna ask him,” Renji widely smirked, massaging his chin and exchanged leers with Ichigo.

Hanatarou started to tremble on the floor from the crazy looks his friends gave him. He had a bad feeling about this from Ichigo’s funny expression. Suddenly he felt like to run out from there and regretted to come there at the first place.

“Ichigo, it’s your turn. What are you waiting for?” Orihime voiced out considerately. “Ask him to do any harsh thing will be fruitless. He isn’t the type of person whose can endure it,” Rukia spoke out firmly, annoyingly eyeing the orange haired substitute shinigami.

“Tch! So troublesome, I should just go home and peacefully do my sewing thing rather than hanging out with you guys,” Uryuu grumbled out while adjusting his glasses. But those remarks never stopped the human boy giving his threatening glare on the small healer. Hanatarou slumped on his knees, cowering himself on the spot. He couldn’t even raise his face to look back at the boy. There was an odd glint from the substitute shinigamis’s eyes that really put a nerve inside him.

“He must be has something sick in mind!”

Chad who was sitting beside his close friend only remained silence with ignorant look. The weird giggle escaped from Ichigo’s lips and he cupped his mouth to bit off laughter.

“Oi Ichigo! If you want him to ‘sleep’ with you just say it. You’re scaring him to death, you moron!” Renji exclaimed sarcastically, starting to get pissed off with the boy’s playfulness. “Tch!, idiot.”

“W-What? Hey! I’m not gay! Who’s wanna sleep with him!” Suddenly the orange head boy burst out angry, placing both of his palms on his crouches while glaring at Renji.

The tattoo man growled deeply with a dangerous aura begins to surround him and crawled closer towards his rival. “Do you wanna to play punk with me, pansy?” They face to each other, scowling.

“Could it be you are a real pansy, ne tattoo freak?” Ichigo smirked evilly, earning a shocking look from the red head. “T-Tattoo f-freak? ...” Renji gritted his teeth in rage, impatiently waiting to smack down the impudent orange haired boy for bravely teasing his trademark look. His hands slowly reached for Zabimaru, attempting to sheathe it.

By looking at this, Rukia quickly lunged at him and held firmly his wrist

“Enough! It’s no way to fight over a small stupid thing!” she yelled furiously. The two hot tempered shinigamis quickly backed away from their little quarrel. Ichigo sighed a little and shook his head, seemingly realized his recklessness.

Renji quickly scooted away from him and coughed a bit. His eyes still narrowed back at the boy with hate.

“The game is still ongoing. Hanatarou is waiting for you, Ichigo!” Rukia remarked bluntly, staring at him hard in the eyes. He watched back at the small healer who was trying to be relaxed on his seat after witnessed the small fight between him and Renji. Afraid they will release ‘Bankai’ in the small room and making havoc liked the last time.

“Oh yeah….I almost forget him. Sorry…By the way, is Byakuya at home in the time like this, Rukia?”

All of the members inside the room quickly gave him a weird look. Why the hell Ichigo suddenly spilled out the name of certain arrogant noble captain. “W-why do you suddenly asking for nii-sama?” Rukia eyed him suspiciously.

“Yeah, do you want him to join us here? You better forget it! He won’t come!” Renji announced but only being ignored by the boy.

“Do you planning something to mess up with him, Ichigo?” Uryuu uttered out the question. Ichigo suddenly gave a mischievous smirk.

“Oh shit! Don’t tell me you gonna…” Rukia clamped her mouth, unable to finish her word. “Poor Hana-chan…” Orihime clasped her fingers with slightly watery eyes and slowly shifted her glance at the small healer. “May God safe him…”

Hanatarou swallowed hard. This could it be a dangerous idea and the cold shiver started to run down in his spine. “What a creepy….”

“This must be interesting, just tell us Ichigo!” Renji demanded with a wide grin plastered on his face.

“Oi Rukia, you don’t answer me yet.” Ichigo stared back at the girl. “I don’t know!” Rukia yelled anxiously at him.

“Tch, what kind of little sister are you-”

“He still in the office, Ichigo,” Renji quickly cut him. “That’s great!”.

Hanatarou chocked off his breath. What was actually playing inside the substitute shinigamis’ head? His heart beat raced five times than usual. Is he going to ask him to bug the stoic creepy taichou?

“An…Ano…W-what do you really want me to do, Ichigo-san?” The small healer slowly straightened up his posture, struggled to look unaffected with the scene.

“He hasn’t come yet so all of I want you to do is go after him and kiss him!” Ichigo exclaimed out with his accusation finger pointed at the helplessly looking boy.

“K…K-kiss?”

All of the eyes were glaring at the orange head with a deadpanned look plastered on their faces.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Renji yelled out with unbelievable.

“Are you out of your mind? Hanatarou might be killed!” Rukia exploded out angrily but the orange haired boy just returned her a nonchalant expression.

“Wow! So scary…” Uryuu remarked nervously and folded his arms. “Ichigo, why don’t you just ask him to do a simple thing?” Orihime persuaded him, hoping her crush will change his mind.

“Unfortunately, that’s the only simplest option that came across in my mind,” Ichigo grinned wolfishly. Orihime only sighed inwardly and sweatdropped on the floor.

“That’s the dumbest thing that I’ve ever heard,” Renji crazily laughed and pressed off his stomach.

In the other hand, Hanatarou felt like to stab himself with any sharp thing that he could find at the moment. Neither of the options made him any good instead of giving him a big embarrassment. To think of him kissing Byakuya liked a commit suicide. It was totally too much for the healer to bear.

He couldn’t forget the feeling of the sharp pain in his chest when the captain’s strong reiatsu reached his nerve, making him enough to tremble uncontrollably when he stood up against him on the Senzaikyuu Bridge.

“God, should I need to face him once more? He probably will kill me”

He bowed his head with a hopeless look, seemingly lost in thought. Should he go for it or stripe naked, let the others see anything beneath his kimono. Oh! Hell no!

“M-Maybe I can kiss him at cheek.”

“At lip, Hanatarou. Keep that in mind,” Ichigo pointed his finger at his own lips. “That’s for my revenge…”

Ichigo knew his big weakness. The boy wasn’t a kind of people who betray his vow and he used the advantage to make a fool on him.

Hanatarou gasped off with wide eyes. Did the boy have read his mind?

“That’s so mean, Ichigo. How could you ask him to do something gross like that? Nii-sama will kill him!” Rukia said with fury while Renji continuously laughing beside her. She whacked the tattoo man, hard on his head. “Aww! What’s that for, Rukia?”

“Serve you right!”

Hanatarou was deeply in thought, imagined himself looking into the Byakuya’s emotionless cold eyes before slowly touching his lips on him. He shook his head. “It’s no use to kiss him that way. I couldn’t stand to see his scary eyes.”

“Maybe I’ll do it much quicker or just simply touch his lips then….I’ll run away…that must be a good idea.”

“Fine! I’ll go…” Hanatarou suddenly stood up on his feet. The confidence look flickered on his face. They are gone speechless and looked at him in awe. Is this really the meek Yamada Hanatarou whose they used to underestimate and bully a lot?

“He’s such a weak shinigami…he won’t make it,” the Quincy whispered out almost to himself.

“Hanatarou, don’t go. Nii-sama will kill you,” Rukia said with pleading eyes. Her mind wandered back to her little memory at the Senzaikyuu where the boy stubbornly to face off Byakuya only for her sake.

“H-Hey Hanatarou, just cut it out. You not gonna make it,” Renji said, with a bit concern tone in his voice. “Geez…he really serious.”

“No worry…I’ll do fine.” Hanataoru flashed a calm smile at the stunned looking orange haired boy.

Ichigo’s breath hitched in his throat, surprised with the healer’s sudden braveness. “D-Do you really mean it?”

“What’s getting into him?”

Hanatarou nodded once. The smile never erased from his face. “Shall I go now?”

“Y-Yeah, you may go…” Ichigo stuttered out and blinked comically. With the permission, the small healer quickly headed out from the room and never looked back at his friends.

The guiltiness abruptly surrounded Ichigo’s heart. He was indeed intently testing the boy’s gut in the first place but unintentionally went too far by asking him to kiss Byakuya. Come to think of it, who is willing to fool out the stoic captain unless he wants himself to be killed by the man?

But Hanatarou really took this thing seriously. Maybe the boy knew nothing about joke or game since he never made friends. “What a pathetic naive guy…”

Renji suddenly rose on his feet and walked out to the doorway before Ichigo yelled to stop him. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’m going after him….At least I’m there to back him up. Since this matter involves my captain then it should become my burden, excuse me,” Renji continued path down to the door before another second of Ichigo’s call stopped him.

“Hey, I’ll go with you,” Ichigo stood up and rushed over to the redhead side. “Wait, we’re going together…” Rukia exclaimed out and both of the shinigamis turned back.

“Let’s go after Hanatarou!”

--

Kuchiki Byakuya, the once of the five strongest captains in Seireitei was never known to get laidback from his work. In fact, he liked to work in long hours since the very beginning of the time he became shinigami and kept his private space only for himself.

He wasn’t the one who like holiday but he never despised it. Holiday made him moodier and remembered his deceased wife a lot. That’s the true reason why he must keep himself busy and distracted from his hurt memory. Nothing other than hard work could cheer up his mind.

So there he was, busily writing down on the paperwork in his small office room where Renji made out excuse earlier to escape himself from the job.

He felt peculiarly safe and sound in his provided little space, much more comfortable than in his own mansion when his servants kept on bugging him to fulfill their daily service.

Then, after long hours of silence, Byakuya suddenly raised up his head. His infamous sharp glare scrutinized at the doorway after he sensed some sort of familiar weak soul pressure slowly approaching the door.

He gazed intently at the door, patiently waiting for the person to greet him. The door finally slide open, revealed the small frame of young man whose Byakuya will never expecting to see in the time like this.

“Umm…Good evening Kuchiki Taichou,” Hanatarou bowed respectfully and stepped in. He swallowed hard and struggled to hide his nervousness from the captain’s glare.

“So it’s you, Yamada Hanatarou….” Byakuya replied with his usual bored male tenor voice. His cold eyes never shifted away from the small shinigami. Hanatarou tremble a little on his feet, feeling the captain’s threatening eyes on him.

“He remembers well my name, crap!”

“I never expecting the fourth division will seek out for my help in this inappropriate time. What is it?” Byakuya asked him monotonously from the desk and clasped his gloved hands under his chin. He can see the healer’s hand quiver from fear of him and his face looking bothered. Somewhat, he found himself weirdly amuse to see someone gentle like the boy so afraid of him. Actually, it was nothing to fear since you’re not done anything wrong for Byakuya’s thought.

Hanatarou gasped. The captain has misunderstood his presence. It’s no way his division get involved in this. But, did he have courage to tell him the truth and do the right thing which Ichigo requested?

“How am I going to do now?” He started to get unmotivated and unconfident. . But luckily he was too stubborn to let his feeling drowned into it.

“I didn’t come for that, Kuchiki Taichou,” the healer replied slightly firm in his voice. Byakuya perked up his eyebrow “Then, what is it?”

“Oh gosh! How am I going to tell him?...Should I say ‘I come her to kiss you’…No, no, no, he won’t let me and plus it sounds kinda embarrassing and romantic!”

“Huh! Romantic?” Hanatarou flinched with a small blush appear on his cheeks.

“What I’m supposed to think of? It’s just a game, a silly game.” The healer coughed up a little and avoided the noble’s gaze for a while.

Byakuya frowned up even more as he witnessed the weird reaction from the boy. He had seen the same look before. Actually many times from his fan girls those he kept ignoring every time. What kind of prank the boy wanted to pull off? He had no idea.

Hanatarou walked a few steps ahead, closing the gap between him and the captain’s desk but still farer to him to reach out for the man. Byakuya warily eyed him wordlessly, realizing the closeness.

Hanatarou was so nervous like hell. But he had to keep going to fulfill his promise. “Your action seems abnormal.”

The boy chocked off his breath. Afraid Byakuya will think him wrongly. He hid his face behind his bang, scared to meet the noble’s purple eyes. He bit his lips, almost draw out blood.

“I can tell, you’re not acting like yourself, Hanatarou,” the raven haired man remarked coldly, continuously penetrating his murderous glare on the boy. His hand slowly reached for his zanpaktou under his desk. The boy looked no way to be trust with his sudden peculiar attitude. If he needs to kill the boy for his safety, he would.

“F-Forgive me, Kuchiki Taichou….forgive me for doing this….forgive me for making you uncomfortable,” He bowed several times and cold sweated. Byakuya’s eyes widened out a little.

“For what? Are you asking for my forgiveness after the Senzaikyuu event?” Byakuya recalled back his memory at the bridge, seemingly puzzled with the boy’s sudden apologetically words.

The healer gasped with a stunned face. He looked back at the emotionless captain in horror. The dark haired man was totally false with his assumption.

“Would you mind to tell me the real reason of your presence?”

“No, no, no, It has nothing to do with that. You’ve got a wrong idea,” Hanatarou shook his head fearfully and his long bangs swayed together against his face. “Then what?” he demanded seriously.

“I want you to forgive me for everything that I’d done in past and… in future…I mean…..umm…you see….ummm…what I’m going to do now is consider the future….”

Hanatarou looked back into the man’s eyes and slowly stepped over towards the confused man. His fingers fidgeted a little.

“Well, I think your apologetically words did not explain the reason you are here. You did not answer me yet, Yamada Hanatarou.” Byakuya shot his deadly glare at the boy, making him felt like wetted himself in his pant.

He inhaled his breath deeply, collecting all his strength and looked straight into the man’s emotionless eyes. “I won’t tell you now cause you might get angry at me ….but please don’t…and don’t even try to kill me…I beg for your sanity…What I’m going to gift you later will explain my reason here….well just something but not dangerous.”

He began to narrow their space and the healer may clearly see a shocking look slipped out from the noble’s cold mask. It was actually funny. Byakuya never reacted that way.

“I do not really understand of what you said,” the dark haired man exclaimed, looking into the small healer’s big azure eyes. He can smell the musky sweat from the boy’s body as he came even closer. Hanatarou’s skin looked paler than usual when the moonlight shone on him through the opened window, too contras compared to his black midnight hair. Like the boy was born in winter. Byakuya couldn’t help himself but felt a bit enthrall with the healer’s strange beauty.

True, they never have been that close. And it’s true, Byakuya never felt this mysterious way to anyone before. He doubted if he ever once felt this back then with Hisana, the feeling which urged him to hold the healer tightly against him.

But the man actually wasn’t the one who easily get defeated by his own desire. So he remained calm and collected on his seat as he eyed the healer stepped carefully towards him. It’s just better to stay unresponsive like a wolf watching its prey walk into his trap.

The boy always be well alerted with their gap, afraid the gap wasn’t close enough or far enough to achieve his goal. He needs to complete the task even the noble will refuse to approve him. “Damn Ichigo!”

So after a few long minutes, he managed to stand close beside the noble stoic captain. Hanatarou looked into the man’s eyes with a slight bow because he wasn’t tall enough to tower over him. The look of fear was no where to be found in the boy’s eyes as Byakuya’s met his stare. He sensed a hidden courage inside the boy. Make him secretly impressive with the boy’s strong willingness to stand up against him.

“Well…I’m waiting…” Byakuya said in a whispery voice, ‘weird’ he thought himself. “L-Listen, Kuchiki Taichou…What I am going to do now is k….,” Hanatarou stopped and hissed. He looked away for seconds and bit his lips. “Damn, I got nervous again….my heart doesn’t stop beating…”

“Just kiss him and everything will be over…”

“Ugh… This is stupid! Why should I agree to do this in the first place! I should just lie to them.”

“Oh! Come on, you have come this far and you wanna to give up?”

“That’s not true…”

“So? What are you waiting for? Just kiss him!”

“That still sounds bad…we’re both guys and either one of us will be puke out or get killed...”

“Have you ever heard people get killed because he kiss?”

“Umm...No.”

“Do you think the arrogant bastard will kill you?”

“I don’t know but … maybe he isn’t that cruel.”

“So? Kiss him!”

They finally have been in such a very close proximity. Byakuya’s eyes never shifted from the side of Hanatarou’s face. He still dodged his glance, seemingly drowned in his thought. Then, the healer turned at him and the puzzled looking noble may feel the hotness of his breath on his face, make him tingled inside.

The cold shiver started to run down in his spine. He felt like defeated from the sudden confidence look in the boy’s eyes. Weird, he never saw him in that way. What was he planning for? Towering over him and trying to look smart and cool.

“Please, Taichou…allow me do this and don’t take this thing seriously…,” he whispered and before Byakuya could think the whole meaning of it, Hanatarou quickly gave him a soft peck on his lips.

Byakuya stunned on his seat, felt like all of his hairs on his body have stood up from the sudden touch. Hanatarou was incredibly fast. The captain only went speechless and gawked in disbelief after what just happened to him. He just couldn’t believe it. “How dare him…”

Seeing this, Hanatarou used the chance to make an escape. Then a sudden firm grip quickly caught his wrist from back. Hanatarou gasped, already knew the owner and his heartbeat skipped a little.

Byakuya’s movement was still no challenge to him. His feet skidded on the floor as he was forcefully pulling back and the man impatiently turned his body to face him. Hanatarou trembled like hell on his feet as he saw the man towered over him. The cold fear sweat began to stream down to the curve his neck.

He felt so small like a tiny dust from the dangerous glare the noble gave him. “You are not allowed to move because you are still undone to me,” Byakuya said bluntly at him with his cold male tenor voice. His purple eyes were burning with a strange feeling inside. The Byakuya’s grip on his shoulders pained him even more.

Hanatarou looked at him in horror. A quizzical frown craved up on his temple. “I cannot consider that as done,” he said again with scary sharp cold eyes. He cried in his heart, thinking that he just made a big mistake to the captain. “W-What d-do you m-mean, Taichou?” He stuttered with a husky voice.

“To think of me became the target of your wrong desire is something beyond my rational. Fortunately you have begged for your forgiveness so I couldn’t put any punishment on you. But I just want you to know one thing, I’m kind of man who never take thing no seriously,” Byakuya’s hand reached out for his collar, making the healer quiver.

“What-”

Before he could finish, the captain quickly claimed his lips. Hanatarou made a muffle sound as the captain deepened his kiss, kissing him hungrily on his mouth. “Somebody please stop him!!”

The outcome was totally went too far than he had expected. He kissed him back instead of killing him? That’s so crazy and unbelievable. His friends will be going to die from shock if they know this.

His chest felt like to pop out anytime soon and another man’s hand was sliding down behind him, pulling him closer to his body. He was forcefully pressed himself against the aroused captain’s body. Hanatarou felt suffocated with the man’s bigger mouth. His mouth ravished him like he wanted to swallow all of him. He never been kissed before and perhaps this was his first kiss. With man?

The red blush spread across his face and his heartbeat never stopped beating. Slowly, he get surrendered and stopped squirming, letting the man lead him naturally. “What was this feeling?” He felt pain, pleasure and strangely enjoy from the touch.

Byakuya stroked his back gently and wrapped him firmly against him.

“It was so long I never kiss…”

The strong embrace makes him melted on his feet and his knees getting weakened. He felt hard to breath and struggled to break free from the kiss. “W-Wait…” He managed to pull back and shyly looked down but it wasn’t long enough before he was dragged again into another long passionate kiss.

“What an extreme kiss…”

This time, the stoic noble played his long finger along his jaw line. . The kiss was full with lust and the saliva ran down to the boy’s jaw and chin.

The boy moaned out loud. Byakuya slightly loosened out his grip, afraid his tight hug will crush the boy’s small thin frame. His tongue was begging for his entrance and the healer let him in with ecstasy.

Hanataoru fisted the fabric of his white captain haori and closed his eyes. They were both lost in their pleasure mind.

They played with their tongues sensually, so intriguing and concentrating. Byakuya silently got even more impressed with the healer’s new skill. “I just taught you once but you do perfectly well…”

Then, he finally broke away slowly from the little healer. He rubbed his sloppy mouth with his exotic scarf. Feeling no single of guilty by dirtied the expensive heirloom as he watched the healer doing the same thing with his mouth. The boy scarily avoided his eyes and looked down with flushing cheeks.

“So, this is what you meant the ‘thing’ that you wanted to do with me, hm?” Byakuya asked him. Hanatarou cringed as he heard the small chuckle escaped from the man’s lip. “He’s laughing? Am I heard it correctly?”

Then, he rose up his chin and curiously looked back at the noble. No joyful look gleamed out from the normally stoic face. The man had already put back his unfeeling mask. Hanatarou got trembled on the spot from the uncomfortable aura surrounding them.

“You may dismiss.”

--

The healer sighed inwardly, feeling a mysterious ache inside his chest as he strode down the hallway to the main entrance of sixth division. He should be grateful that Byakuya wasn’t killed him but why did he felt disappointed?

His feet felt heavy to walk out from there. He secretly wished he could hang out there for a little while. Figured out something from Byakuya’s lonely heart but the man unexpectedly back to his old manner.

“Hey!”

Someone was calling at him and he abruptly stopped. He looked over his shoulder and gasped “Guys, why are doing here?” They were his friends leaned back against the side of railing.

“What a rush! At least you need to slow down first so we’re able to catch up you,” Renji remarked.

“Umm…sorry….did you come here to ensure that I’m not cheating?” The healer smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yes, we are!” Ichigo replied and eyed the healer suspiciously. He looked at him from head to toe, scanning for any cut, gash or bruise. “Nothing there... Weird..”

“Did you kiss him?” It was Orihime’s turn to ask him.

“Y-yeah..”

It was like their heartbeats had stopped at the moment after hearing the confession. Byakuya never whacked him to death like they have assumed first. But still they demand a better explanation from the healer.

“You kissed nii-sama?” Rukia asked him with unbelievable look in her eyes. Hanatarou nodded once. Renji shook his head and placed his hands on his waist “Taichou is no more straight...…”

“Renji, stop talking nonsense!” Rukia yelled, annoyed. Ichigo who was still in deep in confused suddenly grabbed the boy by his collar and forced him to face him. Hanatarou rolled off his eyes restlessly with their close proximity.

“So what he did to you then?”

“He kissed me back.”

“WHAT??”

END

Note: Should I make a sequel?