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When; August 15th late night/early morning
Rating; Probably PG
Characters; Kyouraku Shunsui, Kotetsu Kiyone, Kotetsu Isane
Summary; Shunsui’s call for help is answered by the Kotetsu Sisters
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Ukitake lay on the futon, breathing ragged and body shuddering with fever. Even if he didn’t know the exact temperature, Shunsui knew it was far too high. If they had been home, he would have called in Unohana by now.

Ah, Juu…what am I going to do you with you, hmm?

It was a good thing then, that someone had been around to answer his message. He knew he could count on Kiyone. She was always faithful to her captain, and she was used to the routine.

Shunsui checked his messages again. He was hoping that someone from the Fourth--
Ah, there she was now.

Hopefully between the two of them, something could be done. He wasn’t very good with this sort of thing, after all.

[ooc: you guys want to go in rounds?]

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Kiyone could have kicked herself. First, she had believed her captain when he'd told her he felt fine. She could almost forgive herself for that one; Ukitake never let on that he was feeling ill. But what the third-seat could not allow herself was not having been there for him sooner, when the coughs and spasms had first wracked his body. That was the moment when the fit could be more easily quelled with some of the specially medicated tea that Unohana-taichou kept.

Kiyone didn't have any of that, counting on Isane to bring whatever store she had, but she did have what Kyouraku-taichou had asked for - ice.

She hoped that between herself and her sister (whom she met at the temple door), one of could do something to help her captain.

{ooc: That's fine~ }

Isane opened the door to the temple when she met her sister there, her fourth division bag slung over her shoulder and a small packet in her hands.

She'd anticipated this happening eventually, but, she had to admit, she hadn't expected it so soon. But, ah, it wasn't that she wasn't prepared, just that she was run-ragged.

Healing Rangiku, Colonel Mustang, Gil, Kamina... a lot of extensive works so close together and she hadn't had much chance to rest, but she didn't think that she'd need much right now.

Ukitake-taichou's illness didn't really respond to reiatsu anyway.

So she just opened the door, let her sister in and closed it behind them.

The Eighth Division captain fussed with the blanket covering Ukitake’s pale form. He still wasn’t sure whether to keep them on or not. Sick people had to stay warm right?

The ill man gave a quiet cough, but it was apparent he still wasn’t waking up. Shunsui frowned, spotting a few specks of blood on the man’s lips. He didn’t have anything handy to wipe it off with, unfortunately. They had both just moved in, and it was only luck they happened to find a futon to begin with.

Placing a hand on Ukitake’s forehead, Shunsui sighed. The fever still hadn’t calmed down any.

Just then heard noise comming from the corridor. He could feel the reiatsu of the two sisters.

Well, let’s hope one of them has better luck with him, then.

Isane knew her way around the temple, as did Kiyone, the elder from healing people within and the younger from being in a relationship with a resident. Either way, they managed to find the right room with little difficulty, and Isane led the way, opening the door to the correct room and dropping her head with a quick bob of respect.

"Kyouraku-taichou." She murmured softly, eyes to the floor. A sense of relief flooded her, at seeing him, at seeing Ukitake-taichou, as weakened as he was.

To have more captains... maybe now the Arrancar would back off.

Shunsui nodded back in greeting to the two women. “Thanks for coming. Saa…he’s a mess isn’t he?”

He stood, figuring that Isane might want to take a look at the ill man for herself. He could only have gotten in the way, after all.

Scratching the back of his head nervously, he went over to stand against a wall. He noted that Isane did look a little tired.

It’s late after all…I guess I should have asked for help earlier…

He gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry to drag you pretty young ladies out here this late.”

[ooc: I guess we’ll go as we feel like it ^_^ if Kiyone-mun can’t be around, it’s okay…we’ll just work around it. Tada!

Isane smiled, ducking her head and stepping to Ukitake-taichou's side. She kneeled down, settling on her knees and setting her bag down beside her and the small packet of tea.

"It's nothing, Kyouraku-taichou." The healer murmured, blushing something pink at the compliment, she'd never really learned how to accept such things, always writing off as mindless flattery or silly words. After all, she was a hardly a pretty woman. Homely, maybe. Unohana-taichou called her handsome once. ... She wasn't sure if that was good or not.

Concentrating on her work, Isane lay her hands down on the white haired man's chest and listened to his breath, wet and ragged.

Kiyone said nothing as she waved away the other captain's apology, brushing past him to drop to her knees beside her sister. She let the bag of ice fall to the floor and put her hand to her captain's forehead; it felt unbearably hot against her cold hand.

She'd seen him like this before, several times, but- In the City, away from the comfort of home and the infirmary of the fourth division, it seemed worse than ever. The third-seat turned to her sister. "You can do something, can't you?"

Shunsui stayed where he was against the wall. He kept a half-smile on his face, hoping that it would lighten the situation, but his eyes still seemed rather sad.

It was sort of a relief to have it out of this out of his hands for the moment, and he knew Isane was second only to Unohana herself. The presence of the healer’s sister was also comforting, since he knew she would do anything for her captain.

He crossed his arms and waited patiently for Isane’s answer to Kiyone’s question. He was also quite interested in the answer. He hoped it was a positive one.

Isane kept silent for a moment, brow furrowed as she checked the captain over. Calloused hands pressed light on his chest, still measuring the breath. Back of her palm rested on his forehead, gaze up as she counted, measured, approximated. The pulse was metered, the regularity compared.

"Mmm." The healer finally spoke, a mere noise of assent, and smiled softly. She was being reassuring, but, she had spoken with Unohana-taichou about the thirteenth's condition before.

It would only get worse, and there was only so much she could do.

"Would you brew this tea for me, Kiyone?" Isane handed over the small packets she had brought along, before turning back to her bag, opening it and beginning to rifle through for the salves she was looking for.

"Are you acclimating well enough, Kyouraku-taichou?" She asked, mere conversation as she worked.

Nodding, Kiyone took the packets of tea from her sister and stood. She moved toward the kitchen, looking over her shoulder with every step.

Isane hadn't answered her question, but the third-seat knew that there wasn't anything she could really do. A cup of medicated tea here, a bit of kidou there, but it would only lessen the effects of Ukitake-taichou's illness, not eradicate it completely.

Kiyone impatiently shifted her weight from foot to foot as she waited for the water to boil, wishing it would do so more quickly. The sooner it did, the sooner she could be back by her captain's side.

“Well,” began Shunsui, giving a sigh “It was a bit of a shock at first I guess. But now that I know I’m not drunk, it’s rather disturbing, isn't it?”

He was glad that Isane had some of that stuff with her, and watched as Kiyone hurried into the kitchen.

“I still don’t know who’s friendly and who’s not around here though.” He scratched his beard. “Seems to be some pretty strange characters about….and then there’s the mess with all the arrancar showing up here too.”

He had heard of some of the tragedies that had happened here, and he wasn’t pleased at all. People had died after all. And sometimes worse he thought to himself, as he remembered what Isshin had told him about Matsumoto Rangiku

“Handsome here told me about the curses, and the dangerous places in the city, and things like that. Is there anything you two think I should know about in particular?”

[ooc: I didn't know we had a kitchen. We do now! ^_^]

"... Mm." Isane made a small noise of assent, acknowledgment that she was listening to the captain as she worked.

She found what she was looking for, a jar of salve, and pulled back the covers, gently opening the man's robes a bit to smear the thick ointment on his chest. It was a pungent, awful, smell, but it clear the passages, soothed the ragged throat, and he would inhale it with each breath.

At the mention of the Arrancar, Isane cringed visibly, like a kicked dog, almost, a fear inherant. She sometimes still dreamed about it, when it wasn't her usual nightmares. Walking with Kira, carrying bandages, unsuspecting, until the Thunderwitch's blade had cut through her chest. She could recall a limp sort of motion, looking down to see it embedded in her, could remember the cruel monster in the shape of a woman laughing, was it more like giggling, looked over to see Kira locking blades with the Numeros, the bull. She couldn't remember much after that, and she didn't want to.

"... Just," Her hands fisted in the sheets a moment before she began wiping them clean. "... Please avoid the Arrancar, Kyouraku-taichou."

The smell of the stuff was a little strong for Shunsui’s tastes, but he knew that it would help the ill man. He had seen it used before, after all. It was a good thing people from the Fourth always came prepared for anything, it seemed.

Shunsui saw the unmistakable flinch caused by some sort of bad memory. Something must have happened to her involving those arrancar.

He vaguely remembered a list of the dead that Kurotsuchi Nemu had listed. Had she been among them? He’d have to check back later.

For now, perhaps it was best to reassure her.

“Maa, you know me. I like to steer clear of the fights if I can help it.” He paused. “But don’t worry about it; we captains will do our best to handle things, hmm?”

"Here." Kiyone re-entered the room, cup and saucer clattering in her hands. She held the tea out to her sister and reclaimed her spot beside the medic.

"There's still some in the pot, if you need more," she said. "I brewed it all, just in case. Is there anything else I can do?"

"Not right now, Kiyone." Isane murmured, placing the tea on the other side of her, continuing her work. Steady hands that took out a separate packet from her bag, another, and then another, opening them and measuring out small powders, herbs, into the tea.

"... Please be very careful, Kyouraku-taichou." She resumed speaking to the captain, soft spoken and hesitant. "They... won't just attack shinigami head on, they'll use humans and innocents to lure us out, or others we care about, to get to us in ways other than killing us directly."

She didn't want to remember her sister's blood on the walls of her apartment, so she ducked her head and stirred the medications into the tea.

That does sound troublesome then. he thought to himself. Remembering how unexpected Aizen’s betrayal had been. Seems like they’re learning a few tricks from their master.

He watched the healer measuring and mixing the medicines into the tea, hopeful that it might ease some of the ill man’s suffering.

When Isane mentioned that they might use people that you care about, his eyes drifted to the man lying on the futon. The realization of just how careful they’d have to be only then, really sinking in.

“Yeah. We’ll be careful,” he said, eyes never shifting from Juushirou’s pale form. “I promise.”

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