Touch My Heart: Touch My Heart 2 Pt. 1

Title: Touch My Heart 
Story: 2
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Ikkaku/Hanataro
Fandom: Bleach
Word count: 1,509
AN: And we come to the start of a new story. I hope you guys enjoy!

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“Madarame-san?” Lifting his head up from the pillow under his head, Ikkaku grunted as he gazed at the short healer, one that he knew well enough considering how often he was at the Fourth. Grunting, he let his head drop back onto the pillow as Hanataro stepped in with the cart to change Ikkaku's bandages one more time before he was released. “I'm surprised to see you back so soon after your last visit.”

“Got slammed by a hollow in that last mission actually,” Ikkaku admitted as he was helped up and his hospital kimono removed from his top half. He watched as Hanataro pulled on a pair of blue hosptial gloves, raising an eyebrow.

“And right before you are to take your place as Taicho of the Third Division to,” Hanataro mused as he pulled open packages of gauze and wraps to replace the ones that he would be removing from around Ikkaku's chest. Ikkaku snickered as he simply lifted one arm to allow the small healer to use a pair of scissors to cut off the wrap around his chest. Once the gauze had been carefully peeled from his wounds, he groaned and slowly stretched as Hanataro watched with a knowing eye.

“So, how am I doin' now?” he asked as the small healer pressed his fingers over his side to check the wound and accompanying bruises. Ikkaku had taken a few of the Eleventh Division shinigami to clear out a rather bad hollows nest. While doing their job, a hollow had gotten lucky with a swipe of claw, slamming him into the ground and opening four long gashes in his side. He had lived after being carried back but he had been stuck in the Fourth for the last week and a half due to a slight infection.

“You're just about healed, Madarame-san,” Hanataro chirped, smiling up at him. “Another week with only light training and no sparring though. You'll need to air out the cuts for a few hours everyday but do keep them wrapped up otherwise.”

Ikkaku chuckled as Hanataro used a bit of Kido to speed up the healing of the bruises and the slashes before pressing a gauze to them, once more wrapping them lightly. “So the usual care then,” he drawled.

“Yes, the usual care,” Hanataro chuckled as he started to clean up. Pulling out a package from the second shelf, he handed it over with a smile. “Ayasagawa-san came and dropped this off this morning for you. I believe that it's a new uniform for you,” he said, smiling even more as Ikkaku took the package with a nod.

“Yeah, I asked him if he would bring it around for me,” Ikkaku said. When he slid off of the bed, Hanataro politely turned around, ready to help the bald man if he needed it. Smirking, the soon to be taicho pulled off the hospital kimono and opened the package, taking his time in dressing. He also took his time in gazing at the other male, eye roaming over the slim body that was hinted at under the rather masking uniform.

He had started to keep his eye on the tiny healer after everything had been said and done with Aizen’s betrayal. Once the wanna-be god had hidden himself away, probably preparing for things to come, Ikkaku had really taken time to take a look at Hanataro. The smaller male had been the first of them to betray everyone so that the veil of blindness could be torn away and the truth revealed. It intrigued him and every time he landed in the Fourth, he seemed to have Hanataro tending to him.

“Done,” Ikkaku said, picking up Hozukimaru and sliding him into his obi. Hanataro turned around and smiled at him, noting how slowly the other male was walking at the moment.

“I’m going to need you to come back for a quick check up in a weeks time and please do keep the drinking down along with the bar fights down to a minimum,” Hanataro said, picking up Ikkaku’s medical file, making a notation in it. 

“I can do that,” Ikkaku grunted as he took the papers and gave them a quick scan, already knowing most of it by heart. “Come back in if I need to right? All that junk.”

“Yep,” Hanataro chuckled as he finished off the paperwork and flipped the file close. “You might find it hard to sit at your desk for long periods of time for the next couple of days,” he warned.

“I figured,” Ikkaku replied, picking up his bag of things that had kept him busy while he had been bed bound in the Fourth. Yumichika waited for him outside of the door, magazine in hand. “We’re good?” he asked as his friend dropped the magazine down onto the table just inside of the door.

“As long as you follow orders this time, Madarame-san,” Hanataro stated as he handed the bald males file over to one of the receptionists once they had walked out to the front. “I shall see you next week.” Bowing to Ikkaku and then to Yumichika when he caught up to them, he turned and headed back down the hallways to see his next patient.

“Ah, you hate to see him leave, but you just love to watch him go,” Yumichika purred as they watched the subtle movement of Hanataro’s hips and ass. 

“Stop starin’ and go stare at your boy toy’s ass instead,” Ikkaku snickered, still watching the small healer before he disappeared around a corner. “Come on, let’s head on out,” he snorted, the two men heading out of the Fourth division, taking their time.

“I would if he wasn’t so damn busy getting things ready for me to take over he Ninth,” Yumichika pouted, shrugging one shoulder in an elegant, well practiced move. “I’ll get to stare at him soon enough though.” 

Ikkaku eyed his friend and smirked. “And do more than just a quick fuck?” he teased lowly, Yumichika giving him a dry look that told him he better be glad he was still injured. “You know you can’t hide when you have sex with a guy more than once, and knowing you, you’ve fucked him around four or five times.”

“Eight and it just wasn’t fucking,” Yumichika sniffed. “Even after the first time freak out, he’s done nothing but treat me with respect. Hell, he’s fed me the next morning, doesn’t do much beyond huff at the mess and hasn’t gone looking for another partner. And I know that boy could get so much just from the amount of women tossing themselves at him.” 

“Ugh, man, I don’t need to know that sappy shit,” ikkaku groaned, rubbing at his head as he wrinkled his nose.

Yumichika snorted. “You could take some lessons from Hisagi-kun,” he stated, Ikkaku groaning once more. “Really. Especially in concern to Hana-chan. I’ve heard talk that his past relationships have all been sweet guys, who all treated him very well. Not sure why they ended up leaving him but their loss, your gain.”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about being sweet, Yumichika. I’m not sweet,” Ikkaku grunted. Yumichika rolled violet eyes before reaching up to fix the feathers on the side of his eye as they started down an alleyway that would lead them to Ikkaku’s new place in the Third.

“It doesn’t take a lot from you, Ikkaku. You just can’t treat him like a quick lay. Take him out, treat him like a competent Shinigami, which he is actually,” Yumichika stated, watching the wheels turn in his friends head. “He’s a low branch member of a low clan, but he doesn’t carry their name, so treat any piece of history from him as a precious gift. You don’t have to change everything about you but like I said, don’t treat him like one of your quick fucks.”

“So treat him like I treat ya but tone down right?” Ikkaku summarized, getting a smirk.

“Exactly,” Yumichika chirped, walking to the door that lead to Ikkaku’s new home and slid it open. “And make sure you thank Hana-chan and Kira-kun for making sure that you have lots of good food that’s easy to put together,” he drawled as they stepped inside

Ikkaku grunted in surprise as they removed their waraji. They walked through the apartment, noting that everything was neat and had a place, all arranged perfectly. “You let them unpack?” he asked.

“Kira was going to help me but I ended up having to do new recruit shit and some paperwork so your new fukutaicho asked Hana-chan to help him,” Yumichika said with a smile. “Apparently they know each other really well,” he chuckled. 

“Ya learn something new everyday,” Ikkaku chuckled, dropping his bag down onto the low sitting bed in his room. “Let’s eat, yeah?”

“Thought you’d never say that,” Yumichika chuckled.