Title: Come and Get It.
AN: This story is for BlackVelvetBand's Shunsui Nanao challenge. Let's fill the world with more Shunsui Nanao-ness!! Whhoot!
Summary: Sly, naughty Shunsui took something from his fukutaicho and leads her to a wild chase! Nanao's determined to get it back, but for what price? This taicho will teach his lovely fukutaicho a lesson she'll never forget…….Enjoy!
Rating: K+ to T…..it's pretty tame.
Disclaimer: Kyouraku Shunsui and Ise Nanao belongs to no one but Kubo Tite.
Chapt. 1. Stolen!
Nanao examined several files of reports, fiddling with her pen in her right hand. She yawned and tossed the files on the mountainous 'waste' pile. The morning light filtered through the half-curtained window. She yawned again as she proceeded to another stack of papers. With the help of the box of chocolates Matsumoto gave her and her caffeine-filled tea, she was able to stay up another night to finish her irresponsible taicho's paperwork which was growing cobwebs on his desk after being left unnoticed for months.
Her head bobbled at the weight of the word 'sleep.' After signing the fifth paper, she unconsciously began to drift off, her eyelids slowly retiring. She fought it of course, she being the strict perfectionist who never left a job half done; but her body didn't respond. She was losing control of her own body. Cursing mentally, she thought of the only way to wake her from this sleepy state.
Her taicho.
She imagined him lounging on the office couch—half naked. His well toned torso was bare, the rest of his clothing, including his silly haori on his lap. A seductive smile was curled on his lips as he held a cup of liquid to his chin looking so…so sexy!
Blood rushed to her head and her eyes fluttered open. She had recently discovered how her taicho could be such an excellent wake-up call.
'Tsk. Dreaming naughty images of your superiors again, Nanao. How inappropriate,' a side of her reproached. More color tainted her guilty cheeks. Thank god it's only 6! She'd literally die of embarrassment if someone caught her blushing like one of that man's fangirls.
'But, god, he looked amazing with his chest stripped of those annoying clothing…'
'No! Stop it! Stop it!' her proper side snapped at the other. Nanao shook her head to rid of the dirty thought. I'm even losing control over my mind! Stop it, Nanao, stop it.
She distracted herself with the last few remaining files of work—reading, signing, reading, signing, and occasionally dumping a few into the 'waste' pile. She completed the twentieth file when her taicho's charm began loosing its effect; and before she was able to conjure another image of the man, sleep conquered her quietly.
The eighth division captain walked to his office, head throbbing from all the alcohol consumption with his best drinking partner, Rangiku, the previous night. Last night was still a little fuzzy to him, but the memory of laying his ears on the most delicious rumor about his Nanao-chan was imprinted on his mind.
"Hey, Shunsui," a drunk Matsumoto groaned, whisking a bottle of liquor into her mouth. "Have ya heard of the rumor? It's an old one but what the heck, I overheard a few of our men talking 'bout it—hic—"
"Rumor? What rumor?"
"It's about your lovelyyyyyyy Nanaaaaaooo-chan!" she sang, pouring her partner another cup.
"Nanao-chan? What 'bout her?"
Matsumoto giggled like a school girl over a juicy gossip. "some people say your Nanao-chan looks awfuuullyyyy cute without her glasses. See? She can attract a string of men after all if it weren't for those silly frames—hic."
His interest piqued. "Oh really?" he stopped, eyebrows arched. He had always wondered what she would look like without those lenses in the way of those darling eyes.
"Hic—yup. I'm the gossip queen. How can I be wrong? Ya know, you should try it one day—hic—see if it's true."
"Maybe. You know my Nanao-chan. I might not see another day or another bottle of sake if I did!"
Matsumoto nodded her head. She looked like a mass of jelly after her fourth bottle, unable to control her actions due to severe intoxication. "Might be worth it though…." She mumbled before her soft snores were the only noise that escaped her mouth, deep inside her blissful dreams.
He chuckled at the memory. Today, he was going to give his Nanao-chan the shock of her life by arriving early—very, very early. Often times going to work at about mid-day because of a very unpleasant hangover, six o'clock was still nighttime to him. To add another inch of the distance her jaw will drop, he was actually considering working on that month old paperwork lying forgotten somewhere on his desk. Yes, that's right, work on his paperwork by will. But he had an agenda tucked under the long sleeves of his haori of course. Maybe—just maybe—if he got to his disciplinarian lieutenant's good side, he might get his hands on those frames without acquiring any severe facial disformities.
My lovely Nanao-chan! He hummed a soft, happy tune the rest of the way, a jaunty smile stamped on his face.
It was disappointing to see that his plan had been foiled when he caught a glimpse of a sleeping beauty behind his lieutenant's desk, her glasses threatening to fall off her nose. The pen was still clasped on her hand, stubborn and nimble fingers refusing to let go. Mountain ranges of white paper were stacked neatly on the floor, while the unfinished part stayed on the desk. He tentatively viewed the files, making sure not to leave any careless wrinkles on its smooth texture.
It was his month-old work that his workaholic lieutenant couldn't resist to leave behind knowing it's not yet done. Ah, my lovely, hardworking Nanao-chan, he thought sadly, eyeing the pieces of chocolate wrappers and bags of tea on the floor. Tsk, you stayed up working through the night again? He listened to her steady breathing. For once, she looked so vulnerable and relaxed with those sharp eyes closed, her face serene like a child's. It all added to her angelic beauty.
He focused on her glasses resting just on the tip of her nose and grinned coyly, the brightest idea popping into mind. My cute, lovely, Nanao-chan, looks like you're taking a day off work….
Nanao wrinkled her nose. Why does it feel as if…Her eyes popped open, blurry images meeting her as she sat up on her chair. She couldn't feel the distinctive weight of her glasses on her nose. She calmly searched her clothes, thinking that perhaps it fell off while she slept then turned to the floor. Calm turned to a frantic search when her frames didn't appear. Her hands groped blindly for her drawer, sighing mentally when her fingers came in contact with the case of her contact lenses. She made a note to thank the death god whose name she had forgotten who had advised her to keep a spare pair of contacts nearby 'just in case something might happen.' She gingerly attached the fragile lenses to her violet eyes. And it took her a while to adjust her eyesight at something she hardly used, her face feeling somewhat exposed and naked.
An eye-catching pink slip on her desk instantly became visible among all the white paperwork. The handwriting was evidently messy, meaning there's only one man who could've written it.
Her taicho.
As she deciphered the scribbles, her teeth clenched tightly together while an oversized vein surfaced on her temple.
"KYOURAKU TAICHO!!!"
Ta-da! I think this is a cliffie. (bwahahah) so that means readers should leave a review so I can update the next chapter faster. Feel free to point out any typos or just offer constructive criticism. Thanks for reading and sorry if it's short. Till next time!
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