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Frozen Petal 8

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"He is this way."

Byakuya Kuchiki walked down the halls of the sixth division quarters,
leading a very timid 4th division squad member to his patient's room.
When they approaced the door, the man held it open for Hanatarou and
gestured for him to sit in a small, white chair.


A mas of red hair and an angry pout met the two.
"I...am not sick."

Renji Abarai sat in bed, tucked in to his shoulders and sick as a dog.
His hair was down over some of his face and the rest spilled down onto
his upper arms.
If Hanatarou didn't know any better, he would have mistaken the vice
captain as a very well muscled woman.


Byakuya closed his eyes.
"I don't want to hear another word, Renji. Please stay put in bed and
allow Hanatarou to take care of you." He said, leaving the room and
closing the door.


As the captain left, Renji instantly shot Hanatarou a serious glare.

"Eek!"
The small shinigami cowered for a moment before sitting up and giving
the other officer a pout.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Renji sighed.
"I guess it isn't your fault."
His glare shifted into an annoyed but relaxed glance.
"And being Hitsugaya-taichou's boyfriend must be so stressful for you
already."


Hanatarou blushed and shook his head violently.
"I-I-I'm not his boyfriend!"
His voice was frantic and rushed.


A sweatdrop formed on Renji's temple.
"I...was kidding." He said, sniffling.


~*~


"Renji-san. Please drink your tea."
Hanatarou sat by the man's bedside.


Renji sneered and turned his head away.
"I don't want any. I want juice." He stated, acting like a child.
He sniffled again and looked at Hana.
"When Ichigo's sister's are sick, they get to have orange juice. I want
orange juice too."


Hanatarou looked into his eyes, confirming that his whim was a serious
one.
He sighed.
"If I get you the juice... will you take your medicine without a
struggle?"

A small, but devious smile came from Renji's nodding head.

"Then I will call Rukia-san to bring you some juice, how does that
sound?" He said, standing and heading to the window to summon a hell
butterfly.


As he reached the window, however, there was already a black presence
before him.
He opened the glass and let the insect perch on his finger.
"Yamada Hanatarou... please report your message."

"Hanatarou, this is Captain Unohana of squad four. Has Abarai Renji
received his healing yet? "

Hanatarou's face literally lit up at the sound of his captain.
He smiled, knowing full well that she couldn't see him.
"No Taichou, he'll need a bit more preperation before I can heal him."
His voice grew a bit more bold.
"I was actually about to ask Rukia-san if she could bring some juice
for him."

"Juice? Is there something wrong with the tea in division 6?" Unohana
asked.

Hanatarou returned to his usual, akward tone.
"Ah... No, Taichou, it's just that I had learned about the use of citric acid to cure colds."

Unohana smiled.
Somehow, the two had established a bond where they could tell what the other felt, even the face they were making.
"Alright, Hanatarou. I'll have Ukitake-san send Kiyone with some juice."

Hanatarou's face lit up again.
"Ahh! Thank you Taichou!"
He let the butterfly drift off of his hands and smiled as it disappeared.

~*~

"Rangiku."

Hitsugaya sat at his desk, a very displeased look on his face.
He stared, irritated, at the girl when she approached him.
"Where is Hanatarou?"


Matsumoto blinked, a little confused on her disgruntled captain.
"He's on watch right now. Abarai Renji I believe."

The boy only looked more annoyed.
He had never had this... urge before....
He wanted to break something, just for the hell of it. He wanted to just push something over.
It was a hot mix between jealousy, anger, boredum... and perhaps mostly...
Lonliness....

"Rggh!"
He stood abruptly, taking one arm and swinging it against the surface of the table.
A stack of papers and his pens went flying to the ground.
He crossed his arms.
"Hmph."


His fukutaichou watched as he then strutted over to his office.

'Was that.... a temper tantrum?' She thought.

~*~

SMASH!

A tea cup hit the wall, shattering and sliding down the white surface, no semi-soaked in green tea.

"Abarai-kun, please!" Hanatarou cried.
He had just barely dodged that last throw.


Renji layed back on his elbows in the bed.
He gave Hanatarou a good glare, sending fear straight into the frail shinigami's bones.
"I want to go... OUTSIDE!" He growled.


Hanatarou cringed.
'I should've known better... Abarai-kun will always be violent, sick or dying.'
He shivered, trying to stand firm.
"I-I can not let you leave your bed."


"Huuuuurgh!"
Renji chucked the teapot at him, not finding anymore cups in his closeness.
He bore his fang like canine teeth, gritting his jaw in aggrivation.
"I'm not asking you... I'm telling you..."
He got out of the bed.


The other man tensed.
Since when could Renji stand?!
'...o-oh...'


The red head made a fist, stomping over to his enemy.
"LET....ME... OUT!"



"Binding spell... 23."



Renji felt a sudden snag in his body.
He couldn't move.
His arms...  his legs...they soon guided him to the floor.
'...a kido without calling it's name... only a captain or lieutenant are capable of such feats.'


Both shinigami looked to the now open door... meeting eyes with a superior.


"Renji-kun... for someone so ill, you move so lively." They spoke.

It was an obvious tease...
But it didn't change the suddenly tense air in the room.
All Bleach characters belong to Tite Kubo.

Musings of Renji sick in bed and Hitsugaya throwing temper tantrums... me baby. lol
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Continue to write more pls!