Author's Note: Yes, I know that I should be working on Chapter 7 of SLOF, but we got some bad news about my dad's health this week and I need some pointless fluff in my life. I am sitting in the Emergency Room with my dad and I really needed some mindless fluff that just doesn't have a deeper meaning. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy.

Senses of Squad Eight

Senses: Nanao

Sight

When Nanao looks at Captain Kyouraku she is surprised by just how used to his unorthodox looks she has become. He very rarely lets anyone see him without his hat or his flamboyant pink hoari. And while his hair is almost always held back in a quick ponytail, he is rarely clean shaven. It's almost as if he rolls out of bed and comes into the office. Nanao knows that isn't true, because she caught him reading early one morning. After that she has refrained from yelling at him for his in office naps. Well, not completely. He might wonder if she stopped all together.

She also looks forward to seeing his sincere smiles. Not the goofy grin that is usually in place to hide his sadness, but the one that makes tiny lines crinkle about his eyes.

After almost a hundred years of working with Captain Kyouraku, Nanao has grown to love seeing his large frame covered in flashy pink silk when he walks into the office three hours late everyday.

Sound

Nanao has heard Captain Kyouraku joke with friends, console his comrades, give orders, and flatter and compliment her. Each time she hears him speak she can almost tell what he is going to say by the tone and timber of his voice

When he is joking around his voice his voice will get just a little bit higher in pitch. When he is consoling his comrades his voice will soften slightly and be level, almost as if he didn't want them to hear his voice break with his own sadness at another life lost.

Captain Kyouraku doesn't give orders often, but when he does he raises his voice just slightly and delivers them with a finality that dares disobedience.

Nanao has gotten used to the elaborate flattering has heard from her superior officer since becoming Vice-Captain of Squad Eight, but when her Captain gives her a genuine complement his voice gets very deep and almost husky.

Those are only part of the sounds she has come to associate with him. She can always hear him walking toward the office, because he is always proceeded by some off-pitch humming and the quiet swish of silk.

However none of these sounds compare to the sound of his laughter, his deep, throaty rumble or his quiet chuckle. It always makes her heart do a quick little flutter.

Smell

Captain Kyouraku has a very distinctive smell. Anytime he comes near she can smell spring flowers mixed with incense and tinged with sake.

She can always tell when he has had a particularly thoughtful meeting with Captain Ukitake, because there will also be a hint of the snowy haired captain's favorite tea on his breath.

Her most favorite is when he comes in from sitting under the cherry trees in the spring. The scent of cherry blossoms almost masks all the other scents, but not quiet.

Touch

For so long Nanao had forbidden herself from touching him. She was convinced that, for so many reasons, it was not a good idea. Once she had realized that all those well thought out reasons centered around her fear, she came to terms with the fact that if she didn't try she would have to be content to live the rest of her life wondering what could have been.

Since that fateful day she has been cataloging sensations. She likes to think that she has a file in her mind titled The Sensations of Shunsui Kyouraku. Cataloged in it's depths is the softness of his hair, the delicious abrasiveness of the short stubble on his chin, and the wonderful contradiction of his hard muscles against his soft skin.

Come to think of it he, himself, is a contradiction. With the silkiness of his hoari, and the strength in his arms as he picks her up and carries her upstairs.

Taste

As long as she lives Nanao will never forget the taste of Shunsui. His sun warmed skin has a salty flavor that she absolutely loves. One of her favorite pastimes, now that they are together, is eating honey off his fingers and a few other select body parts.

However nothing will ever compare to the taste of his kisses. She can still remember when she told him he tasted of hot passion tinged with affection and triumph. She had said so with her face full of heat, and sometimes she can still see his comical expression, before he burst out laughing.

Even after the four years they have been together, she can still taste the triumph in his kisses, but now it is mixed with adoration, tenderness, and devotion.

Author's note: Thank You all for reading. This is the first chapter. I will probably be posting a second Chapter in Shunsui's POV about Nanao. Let me know what you think. Just a little info: Chapter Seven of Secret Language of Flowers will be out on Wednesday. Please Read and Review. All of your reviews make me happy, and I could sure use some happy right now.