Hello people. I published this one shot a hell of a long time ago, and then it was removed for being too explicit to the site. A month after, a published a more clean version of it, but a decent amount of people asked about the original. It took me forever to finally find it, but here it is.

So, for those of you with detail and organization in mind: The first chapter of this is the more clean version, while this second chapter is the same story, but them lemon version. I hope you enjoy.

Last period of the day. Hanataro's favorite time of the day. The subject of this class was first aid/massage therapy and athletic training, and that came naturally to him. Never once had he gotten anything below an A in there. As Professor Unohana spoke on and on about topics that seemed entirely irrelevant, Hanataro's eyes continued to flash to the clock, counting the seconds as they went by.

Bell. Usually the end of the day meant a relaxing walk home. not today though. he had a plan.

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the halls to his locker. Throwing his books inside and grabbing his bag, he sprinted down the four flights of stairs to the courtyard of Rukon High, and there he waited.

The gym's double doors opened and out came the guy he was waiting for. Ganju Shiba strutted out, laughing with his friends as he obnoxiously made his presence known to the entire area. The guy was a stud in the martial arts world and a stud on campus.

It was a general assumption that he got his fighting disposition from his sister Kukaku, who had graduated three years before. The girl was fearsome and even Ganju laid at her feet. For four years she had ruled the high school martial arts world, but unfortunately she didn't go to university because of the family dojo.

The Shiba family were extremely wealthy and well known. Five people. Mother, Father, and three children, Kaien, Kukaku and Ganju. A few years back there was a horrible car accident. Needless to say, Kukaku and Ganju were the only ones to survive. Her arm, up to just above her elbow was amputated after he accident, so she wears a custom made wood and ceramic prosthetic there now.

Whenever tests came around, Ganju always chose a geek, nerd or other high grade weirdo to take his tests for him. Luckily enough, Hanataro had flown under the radar, but things were getting tense. To avoid himself getting beaten to a pulp later on this semester when exams came around, Hanataro had thought of a way to befriend Ganju.

It was public knowledge that Ganju despised any type of cleaning. Whether it be household, car, locker, whatever. Hanataro happened to actually enjoy cleaning, and on top of that he was really good at it. So the plan was that Hanataro would offer to clean Ganju's house in exchange for physical safety.

The bonus was that Hanataro harbors a crush on Ganju's sister that had lasted for four years.

Now looking at the big guy, he was losing his nerve. Approaching him freely was a daunting idea, as he had no way of knowing if Ganju would just pummel him before listening.

"G-Ganju!" He yelled.

Ganju and his friends stopped, looking for the source of the cry. Hanataro took a nervous step out from his hiding place just inside the side door, "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it, kid?" Kid. Ha. He and Ganju were the same age.

"Listen...I really enjoy cleaning and all that, and I know you don't, so I was wondering: Would you like me to clean for you?"

Ganju looked like his sister had slapped him, "Clean for me? What did I do to earn this? Are you working with one of my bitch ex's to get back at me?" Ganju demanded. His booming voice and hard eyes made him seem like a god raining down judgment on the unfortunate.

"N-nothing! You are a credit to Rukon High and it would be an honor for me to clean your house!" Hanataro said frantically, trying to brace himself for the coming beating. It never came.

"Hmph. Sure, you can clean my place, but don't get in my sisters way. She'll kill you."

What? He agreed? That was unexpectedly easy. Now to prepare...

"You start right now. Take this bag and leave it in my room. I expect the place to be spotless when I get back tonight."

Hanataro choked for a moment before composing himself. He wasn't expecting to have to start today. He quickly nodded and bowed before running out of the school yard.

His own apartment was not that far from the school. His parents lived out of town and worked almost all the time, so he lives by himself with a hefty allowance. Where his father, who claimed to be poor got so much money was curious at first, but Hanataro didn't care anymore. Stopping in for a moment, he got out of his school uniform and into some regular clothes, grabbed a cold piece of chicken out of the fridge and hurried out the door again.

Catching a taxi, it took about ten minutes to reach the Shiba household. The place was big, but not massive. Two stories, with dark brown paint and black shutters. The front yard looked like a Han era palace garden with statues and little fountains everywhere, with one marble stepping stone path running through. At the end of the path where the front steps rose, two dragons carved from jade stood watch with eyes of smoky rubies.

Hanataro wormed his way through this menacing garden to the front door. Compared to the rest, it was quite simple. An even brown color with a single knocker on the front in the shape of a cannon ball. He rapped it against the door twice before waiting patiently. He head footsteps from the other side and stood up straight.

The door creaked open and Kukaku Shiba looked out onto him. Her long black hair flew every which way, and she was wrapped in a blanket, "What do you want? Do you know what time it is?"

"It's four thirty, ma'am..."

Her eyes and nostrils flared and he quickly put up his hands in apology, "Sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Whatever. What the fuck do you want?"

"I'm working for Ganju. Cleaning your house every day."

"Oh, you must be the kid he texted me about. You're lucky; he woke me up and not you. I doubt you'd still be standing if you did. Come in."

Trying to stop his heart from tearing out his back and away from this demonic place he was entering, Hanataro followed her into the foyer of the house. A single mat held three pairs of footwear: slippers, sandals, and boots. High heeled leather boots.

"You can toss your stuff anywhere. Start in the living room, it's a mess. You can clean everywhere but stay out of my room. I'm sleeping and if I catch you perving I'll rip your ears off and feed them to you." Kukaku said as she yawned and climbed the stairs. In a moment she was gone and the house was quiet.

Placing his things neatly by the door, he looked around the several rooms of the downstairs before planning his route.

As she had said, the living room was a disaster. Old plates, take out cartons, drinks and even mold lay everywhere. There was a pizza slice crusted to the chandelier, eleven feet up. Do these people never clean? He thought as he started cleaning. That room alone took him an hour to do, as there were some spots he had trouble getting to. Like the pizza on the chandelier.

He had moved on to the kitchen when Kukaku came downstairs again. This time she was dressed haphazardly in a loose blouse and leggings. Her hair was possibly even more disheveled than last time. She didn't say anything to him, rifling through the fridge before selecting something and retreating back up the stairs.

The rest of the downstairs took about two hours, then Hanataro was faced with the issue of moving upstairs. He wanted to. He had to. However, if Kukaku interpreted anything he was doing as "perving", then he would be in for a shitty time.

Conquering his uncertainty, he climbed the stairs and looked at the hallway. Five rooms, one door closed. It was the last room of the hall, set exactly opposite from the landing of the stairs.

He assumed that that one door was her bedroom, but he was wrong. As he walked done the hall, he passed two bedrooms. Both of them were dirtier than the living room, if that was even possible.

Walking past the closed door, he froze and blushed. He could hear water dripping and clapping. It sounded like Kukaku was in the bath. The sound of her getting out of the bath prompted him to act.

He rushed into the bedroom he assumed to be Ganju's and dropped the bag he was tasked with on the bed. The room was a pigsty. Some the shirts than he knew where once white were now green and yellow. This wasn't even sanitary!

At nine thirty that night, Ganju returned, just as Hanataro finished the last touches on the house. Kukaku hadn't said a single word to him the whole night, and he had kept well out of her way. Once, she had grabbed something more to eat and it dripped all the way back to her room. He cleaned that and almost opened her door on instinct, but her warning exploded back into his brain and he retreated.

"Huh. That's some good work kid. Don't be expecting any pay or anything, you offered."

Hanataro nodded and left the house. After today, his trips would be far easier, and he could even sit in the kitchen and do homework if need be.

The next week passed without event. Eventually, Ganju told Hanataro to stop knocking and just go in. Said that his sister was getting annoyed at having to open it every day. That was fine, because it made things easier for Hanataro.

It was day seventeen of his job when he heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. Inching against the wall, he eavesdropped. Against his better judgment of course.

"What are you so mad about?" That was Ganju.

"Fucking Aizen! He's such an asshole!" Kukaku's voice was shrill.

"What happened this time?"

"Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday are my workouts with Japan Martial Arts, and today I asked him if he could bring me my favorite food, and he said he didn't fucking know what it is!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"We've been together almost a year now Ganju! He should know this shit by heart!"

At that point, Hanataro left them alone. He wasn't sure why, but he was suddenly angry. Kukaku's boyfriend should know that stuff by heart. It's like rule number two for dating! Rule number one is dating another human being!

A few days after, he was cleaning the living room where she was watching television and he could sense that she was watching him. Why he wasn't sure, but it put him on edge.

"Why do you clean?"

He turned to face her, speechless for once. She rarely spoke to him, and the question was entirely unexpected. The fact that it was a bit personal, at least where Kukaku was concerned, just added to the mystery.

"I find it relaxing and a clean room is just nicer to be around. At the same time, cleaning is a mirror." He answered, still wondering why she asked him that.

"Cleaning is for servants, not warriors. It's a waste of my time anyway." She grunted and continued watching her show. He cringed at her words but decided to take a chance, "You look nice today."

"What?"

"I said, you look nice today. That shirt matches your eyes, and your hair is neat." Hanataro concluded his inspection of her. Her hair, despite having those nasty bandages tangled through it, did look nice. To avoid perverted suspicion, he kept his eyes locked on hers, commenting on what he could see around her face.

"Whatever. Don't be getting any ideas kid. Just because you're here everyday doesn't mean anything."

She could act as tough as she wanted. Hanataro knew what he saw had not been a hallucination. Right after his compliment, the barest of blushes danced across her cheeks.

"You know, you shouldn't act so tough and hard."

"What are you talking about? I am tough and hard, so I mus-"

"No, you're not. Rather you don't have to be. You act that way to uphold the reputation you built for yourself and Ganju." Hanataro interrupted her. Now that he was facing her boldly, he got an idea of just how she looked. He had always been too scared to look at her, but now he could see.

Her face was sharp and menacing, but at the same time it looked soft and caring. Her eyes were luscious green and her black hair contrasted it brightly. Her neck tapered down to defined shoulders and a pair of large breasts, coming down into a slim waist. From there, long, slender and powerful legs went down to petite feet.

Her shirt was bright green, but her hair was tied up into bandages. She wore a long sun skirt that was slit up the side, revealing her left leg.

"Don't you dare speak to me like that!" She hissed threateningly. Hanataro figured that he was in for it either way, so he pressed, "Why do you tie up your hair like that? Why not let it out and flow?"

"I'm too lazy to do anything with it!" She retorted sharply.

"You are exactly the opposite. You are involved with Japan Martial Arts, one of the hardest organizations to get into. At the same time, you go out of your way whenever you can to get those pork dumplings from that vendor across town, so lazy is exactly the opposite of you!" He said. He was gaining confidence as she seemed to falter in her argument.

"Don't presume to know anything about me you little shit! You know nothing!"

"Actually, I bet I know more than that boyfriend of yours, who has known you for what, a full year?"

Her eyes were blazing now, "What could you possibly know? You're a pathetic little lump who cleans peoples houses! For free!"

"You hate anything referring to surgery, your favorite color is red, your favorite food is sweet and sour pork dumplings from the Kurosaki Grill, you have a penchant for smoking out of a pipe in your bedroom, you have a shrine in the last room of the hallway and you have an odd fetish for cannonballs and fireworks."

Her face blanched white and her anger seemed to leak away. Her clenched, shaking fists fell to her sides and she flopped back onto the couch, "How...how do you know all of that?"

"Was I right?"

She swallowed and nodded. It was slight, but it was a nod, "I got all that from cleaning for you. Like I said, cleaning is a mirror. It shows me just about everything about you." He felt that he had broken through the tough exterior of Kukaku Shiba. Who knows what he would find now.

He smiled, "I know you like the dumplings because I love them too. I find the containers for Kurosaki Grill in your room all the time." She smiled a bit before getting a hazy look in her eyes.

"How do you know about the shrine?" She asked softly.

"Little splotches of candle wax on the carpet, a constant smell of incense and smoke from the door and how neither you or Ganju go in there except on Thursday nights." Hanataro answered. He had the sneaking suspicion that something was off with the door at first, but he only guessed at a type of shrine when he found the candle wax on the carpet. None of the other rooms had candles, so it only made sense that it was a shrine or something like that.

"Listen Kukaku, there is no reason for you to act so hard all the time. You won the high school martial arts national championship. If there is anyone who doesn't know you're tough, then they must have lived under a rock."

He approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder. The skin there felt like silk, which was entirely opposite from what he thought he skin would feel like, "You are a beautiful woman, Kukaku. You don't need to ruin it by wearing these bandages," he flicked one of the loose ends, "in your hair. Or living in a mess like you were before I came. Carrying yourself like you care about nothing but fighting. Loosen up."

To his surprise, she batted his hand away and grabbed his collar. He thought she was going to belt him. Instead, he felt soft lips press against his cheek, "Thank you, Hanataro." She whispered before leaving the house.

He was too busy reeling to hear her. His fingers grazed his cheek where her lips had met his skin. Magically, he could still feel a bare tinge of wetness on his skin. On top of that.

She knew his name. Never once had he said it to her, never once had she mentioned it. Hanataro knew that Ganju didn't even know his name, so it wasn't like he could have told her.

Had she stumbled upon something of his at the door? Maybe looked through his phone at some point? No, impossible. She didn't show that much interest in him. Then how did she know his name?

He spent the rest of the day in a euphoric mood, and it got even better that night. He had to stay late because Ganju tracked all sorts of mud and other junk through the house, so Hanataro ended up being there till almost ten. When he staggered back into the kitchen to get his things to leave, there was a small container on the counter.

On it, in bright lettering, read Kurosaki Grill: Yuzu Kurosaki's Famous Dumplings!

Underneath that, in curvy, beautiful writing.

Hanataro.

Bell.

Hanataro sprinted from his desk to his locker. School meant next to nothing anymore, as long as he got to where he wanted to go after.
"Kid! Come here." Hanataro looked down the hall and saw Ganju walking towards him, "Yeah, whats up?"

"Listen, get out of the house before six today. My sisters boyfriend is coming for dinner, and if Aizen catches you there he'll lynch you."

"Is he violent like that?" Hanataro asked. He wasn't actually wondering; he was prying for information.

"Aizen is really high up in Japan Martial Arts and took a liking to my sister. I'll do anything to make sure they stay together and that there is no interference. He could take us both to the top."

"Does she even like him?"

"Huh? What do you care? Not like she would go for a twerp like you. She says she does anyway." Ganju said before walking off, "Remember: you are gone by six. Out of the house."

Hanataro nodded and finished packing his books. The walk to the taxi stop was a bit of a shitty one.

Opening the door, he heard a loud cursing and crashing. Throwing his things down, he ran to the back, where a makeshift training room had been built. Once there, he saw Kukaku throwing things and screaming like a mad woman.

"Kukaku! What's wrong!?" He yelled, running over and grabbing her flailing hands, getting punched twice in the process. She stopped flailing for a second, looked at him and ripped her hands away, throwing a chair into the wall with a crash.

He had dealt with this kind of anger only once before from her. He still didn't know how to handle it, "Kukaku! Tell me what's wrong!"

"It's Aizen!" She screamed, "He's a fucking ass hole!"

"Alright then! Calm down!" He yelled over her. She stopped flinging her arms about and looked like she was taking deep breathes.

"I'm sorry, Hanataro. I shouldn't scream at you about him." She sighed, slumping down against the wall.

"It's fine to yell at me, but what has you so riled?" Hanataro asked, even though he already knew, as he sat down in a chair that he survived the onslaught of its owner.

She rubbed her arms, "Well, he's coming for dinner today. More because he said he was rather than me asking him to. It's just, at first he was nice and caring. He wrote to me, dropped by all the time. Now he's just business. He comes by, wants to have sex, I say no and he leaves again."

He was trying to use her for a sex buddy. Friends with benefits. A booty call. "So break up with him. What's keeping you together?"

She sighed, "Ganju."

"How is Ganju keeping you with some piece of shit guy?"

Kukaku massaged her temples, "I'm in with Japan Martial Arts, so I have access to their medical staff and trainers. Ganju however does not. When he got messed up last year in the regionals, the high school people took almost four hours to do what my people did in ten minutes. Since then, I have never trusted any trainers except Japan Martial Arts. With Ganju not being "in", I needed some pull high up, and the result of that need was Aizen."

Hanataro scanned through the information in his head. Kukaku needed a trainer for Ganju, so she got into this pretty much loveless relationship with this Aizen guy to get that service. It was both selfless, and complete bullshit.

"I can handle Ganju." He said confidently. Kukaku's head snapped to him, "You can what?"

"I can be Ganju's medical trainer."

"Hanataro, I appreciate the idea, but what can you do?"

He smirked. He had been fishing for this exact question, "I've passed medical training tests for city, province and region, gotten full marks on all of them. I may not be as good as Japan Martial Arts, but I'm better than the monkeys at the high school level."

"Are you serious? I never pinned you for having any talent at all, minus cleaning. Are you really that good?"

"I can show you how my hands work." He said, an adventurous edge in his voice. She raised an eyebrow, "Really? Well, I'll be your first judge." She said, sitting down in front of him and moving her hair, baring her shoulders to him.

This was his element. His hands had the ability to find any knots under the skin, no matter how small. With Kukaku's shoulders though, he needn't look far. The knots were everywhere, "When did you last have a massage?"

"A few weeks maybe." She replied. A few weeks for somebody like her was far too long. He pressed his elbows against her right and left shoulders blades and began his work. Her grunts told him that he was definitely hitting some sore spots, and he kneaded harder.

"That hurts!" She whined.

"It's supposed to, so shush." He said firmly, digging into her shoulder harder. She grunted and groaned for another fifteen minutes while he worked. "I'm proud; you didn't complain again." He said once done.

She leaned forward, "Well...you told me to shush..."

He laughed, "And so you did. How do the shoulders feel?"

She rolled them, "A bit better, but sore now." He smirked and thought about what he was thinking about. Then thought again. Then weighed the consequences, and the advantages. There were way more consequences, but, oh well.

Shit happens.

He leaned forward and trailed light kisses from her left shoulder blade, across her spine to her right shoulder, "Still sore?" He whispered.

"A bit." She whispered back hazily. He took her apparent enjoyment as a green light and kissed up her shoulders to the back of her neck. She had goosebumps running down her arms as he stroked them, his fingertips lightly grazing the soft skin.

"Ha...Hanataro..." She breathed softly, leaning into his touch. He shivered as her hand wound into his hair and pushed him into her neck. He bit the skin, leaving a red mark that was sure to cause trouble, "Uh, Kukaku. I believe I have marked you." He said into her neck.

"Don't care. Follow me." She said. Standing up, she grabbed his hand and started to lead him through the house.

They didn't get far as Hanataro grabbed her around the waist and spun her around. They were both the same height at five and a half feet tall, so when their lips finally touched, there was no bending over or anything like that. It was fluid, natural and passionate.

Her lips tasted like sweet oranges. Him stopping her to kiss was more a reflex than anything else; he gave it no thought really. It just happened. For a shocked moment, she didn't really return the kiss, but soon her arms wrapped around his neck and she accepted him.

He licked her lips, hoping to discover parts of her mouth that lurked in his wildest dreams. She giggled and let him in, beginning a heart pumping wrestling match between their two tongues. They fell onto the couch and she straddled him, her hands twining through his hair and theirs lips still pressed against one another.

Kukaku had a certain shirt style that she loved. A shirt that had no sleeves and tied around her neck, keeping everything in place. He just decided it was his favorite too, because with one pull of a loose end, the whole shirt came down and her luscious breasts were bared to him.

She blushed deeply as he took her left nipple into his mouth, suckling like a newborn child. He suckled, then licked his way over to her right nipple, paying it the same attention. His jeans were bulging now, his blood having rushed south long ago, and it was beginning to hurt.

Getting off of him with a lingering kiss, Kukaku backed into the center of the room. His lips, and erection, begged him to follow her, but a single finger held up stopped him. Gluing him to the center cushion of the couch.

She turned around, giving him a full show of her supple curves. Slowly, her hands reached the hem of her sweatpants and pulled them down. The slow descent of the piece of clothing was agonizing, and he was thankful when it was gone. She had neglected to wear any underwear, so Hanataro had a full view of her rear. Being bent over as she was, he also saw the glistening of her folds.

He surged from his seat and stopped her from turning around or straightening up. She didn't resist him and seemed eager to allow him whatever freedom he desired. He stuck two of his fingers, his index and middle, into his mouth to wet them before stroking her.

Her body jolted at his touch, and in response he dipped his middle finger into her, feeling as the walls pulsed around it. She tightened down and squeezed on his finger, making him wonder what she could do to him.

"If it's this tight now, how will it be later?" He said to her, before running his tongue up the back of her leg.

"It's been awhile for me, so be gentle." She moaned. He smiled wickedly, "Oh, I'm not done playing yet." If she was going to question him, she ran out of time before his tongue ran across the folds. She squealed delightfully as he licked and sucked, but unfortunately he didn't have a very good angle.

"How...how do I taste?" She cooed.

He straightened and spun her around, bringing her lips into his own, "You tell me." At the same time, he dropped one hand to continue massaging her, one finger dipping in and out constantly while his thumb found her clitoris and rubbed it. Her entire body tightened up, she cried out and then went limp against him.

He smiled and led her to the couch, sitting her down and spreading her legs out wide. Now he had a perfect angle. He plunged his head into her, his tongue licking madly and driving into her, licking her walls as much as he could. She screamed in pleasure and bucked into his mouth, trying to get him further in.

He brought his tongue to the pearl and nibbled on it while dipping his fingers into her. She was so wet with lust, and if she was trying to form words, her mind wouldn't let her.

With a long final lick, he rose from her core and took off his own shirt. Next to no muscle showed itself on his thin frame, but if he was self conscious before, he forgot that now. He didn't even have the shirt off before Kukaku was licking and kissing his chest, playfully biting his nipples and skin, leaving little marks.

He quickly undid his zipper and in one motion disrobed himself of his lower garments. His erection stood tall and proud now as he pushed Kukaku back.

"I promise, I'll be gentle." He whispered into her ear before leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. She nodded and wrapped her legs around him. He positioned himself outside her entrance and pushed inwards slowly, as if teasing, only he wasn't teasing at all.

He drove in until he was fully sheathed in her and it was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. Their hips began to pulse, their bodies moving against each other. He began slowly, unsure if he was hurting her, and started going faster with every other thrust.

He was going as fast as he could, thrusting with vigor and strength, and she was screaming with pleasure. Her nails dug into his back painfully, but the mix of pain and pleasure was becoming...blinding. Overwhelming. Euphoric. His body was buzzing; every nerve was pulsing at once, all telling his brain that the bright and wonderful climax was coming. Fast. If he was counting correctly, she had reached orgasm six times already, including from when he was licking and touching her. His only indicator was the intense squeezing that came upon his member every few minutes. She screamed as another rolled over her, and he could tell that he would not last much longer.

He grunted and moaned through ten more thrusts before pulling himself out and releasing his load all over her belly and breasts. He fell to the side, panting to regain his breath. Nothing in his life could be better right then. She rolled over and kissed him sweetly, "Why did you pull out?" She panted, running a finger over his chest.

"You have the Tokyo Championship in five months."

"So what?"

"So getting pregnant is a bad career choice for you."

"You know that you still have to clean the house." She said. He groaned. Their unexpected sex had taken a good two hours off his time. "I'll have to start in a few minutes then."

"I'm going to break it off with Aizen tonight. If I have my way, we won't even have dinner."

"What about Ganju?"

"Seeing as you're his new trainer, I would say that's not an issue. If you have the clearness of mind to not finish in me, in fear of pregnancy, because of a championship that even I didn't know about until now, then I trust you with him."

Hanataro smiled and gave her a kiss, "How will Ganju take it? He told me today that he would do anything to make sure you and Aizen stay together." Hanataro asked.

"He'll have to deal with it. I run the Shiba house and dojo, not him. We'll be fine."

"So, what do we do now?"

She stood up in front of him, in all her glorious nakedness, and gestured to her semen covered belly and breasts "Well, cleaner boy. You made this mess, so now you have to clean it up. Can you handle it?"

He stood up and kissed her passionately, "Oh, I think I can manage just fine."

They giggled like children as they scampered up the stairs to the shower.

XXX

I hope you liked it.