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marinliliz[Pairings]: Byakuya/Hanatarou and ByaRen
[Summary]: Byakuya performs a good deed.
[Word Count]: 865 words
[Written]: February.2009
[Finished]: December.2009
[Beta]: Not beta-read
[Warnings]: It ends in a bit of a cliff^__^'
[Rating]: PG-13
«Chapter 09 /// Chapter 11»
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
For Kuchiki Byakuya this party had been a rollercoaster of emotions. An uncommon event in his self imposed emotionless life. And not that he actually knew what a rollercoaster was, but the increasing amount of time spent with Renji – that had, in turn, spent numerous days in the Human World – had him using these alien expressions on an alarming regular basis. So far only in his thoughts, but as his relationship with Renji developed, Byakuya wouldn't be so surprised if one of these days he'd used something similar at one of the Kuchiki Assemblies. It would no doubt be a refreshing change to the centuries-old routine of the Assembly.
And then, all Hell had broken loose. Literally. The Arrancar had arrived and with them a piece if his past that Byakuya thought dead and buried. Again, literally. Shiba Kaien. Or better, his Arrancar slayer – Aaroniero – with the memories of the brave Shinigami preserved intact.
His taunts to Byakuya and Ukitake had been just that, mocking words, and he had moved on to jeer at others from his stolen memories, especially Rukia, prodding her guilt complex over Kaien's death. But Byakuya couldn't help feeling a little betrayed by the lack of interest Kaien – No! The Arrancar-with-Kaien's-face – had paid him and Ukitake. The white-haired Taichou had pointed out that this type of conduct was a clear illustration of how this Arrancar was not Kaien and how he resorted to using their old friend's memories to bring anguish and distress to the people in those memories – the people the Arrancar-with-Kaien's-face knew would affect the most – rather than reminisce with old lovers and friends.
The Arrancar were playing them, it was obvious and Ukitake's assessment of Kaien's behaviour was pinpoint precise, but even aware of all that Byakuya still felt the bitterness of being ignored and disregarded.
So he stood, alone, in the midst of this unlikely party of Arrancar and Shinigami observing the room with distrusting grey eyes, abating the feelings of solitude and bereavement with thoughts of flowing red and crooked smiles that always managed to warm his cold heart.
On one of the surveying sweeps of the room his eyes passed a small, black-haired Shinigami apparently being ignored near a branch of mistletoe. At first glance, Yamada Hanatarou seemed to be simply observing the party eagerly, perhaps in search of a soul to kiss or be kissed by under the mentioned foliage, but on a more careful inspection, his face told of an alertness that was unexpected in the small Fourth Division officer.
Making his way across the room, Byakuya joined Yamada Hanatarou who immediately stood and eyed him sheepishly.
"Ah... good-evening, Kuchiki-taichou," he answered, bowing deeply.
"How are you enjoying the party?"
Hanatarou-kun blushed slightly, looking uncertain by Byakuya's interest in him, before answering, "I'm sorta on duty, Kuchiki-taichou. I'm expecting all this Arrancar friendliness to become a battle anytime soon."
Byakuya was impressed by the small Fourth Division Shinigami evaluation of the situation. This could well momentarily turn from an awkward but enjoyable party to a battlefield mess. Not many of the Shinigami seemed aware or alert enough to that fact. Hanatarou-kun was a small box of surprises. Maybe a little reward was due.
"Indeed," he agreed. "But maybe there's enough time before the Arrancar unleash their attack to observe some Holiday Traditions?" He pointed to the mistletoe exactly above them.
Hanatarou-kun blushed, fiercely this time, a becoming shade of red that complemented his light skin and dark hair, but lifted his head up and pursed his lips in waiting for the kiss.
Byakuya leaned down and pressed his lips against Hanatarou's sweet ones, keeping them locked and sensually moving in sync but holding any other advances. When Hanatarou-kun started pulling away, Byakuya tasted the warm lips with his tongue, drawing out a gasp from the small Shinigami and subsequent entrance in to his fresh mouth. Adding to his growing list of surprising facts about Yamada Hanatarou, Byakuya's tongue was welcomed in the sweet mouth and pleasantly involved and stroked by Hanatarou-kun's own tongue. He even dared push said tongue into Byakuya's mouth, increasing the discovery of Hanatarou-kun's fresh and tempting taste.
They broke apart, panting slightly, the blush on Hanatarou-kun's face now reached his ears but he kept his eyes steady on Byakuya.
"Thank you, Kuchiki-taichou." He seemed to sense the kiss for what it had been; not a holiday tradition but a reassurance of sorts.
"Happy Christmas, Hanatarou-kun."
The smaller Shinigami nodded his farewell and walked away to a table with a group of Shinigami women that catcalled and wolf whistled as Hanatarou-kun approached them.
Byakuya left him to enjoy his moment of triumph and turned to face a menacing and fast approaching reiatsu, eyebrows raised at the violent lashing of Renji's spirit energy.
December2009©MarinLiliz
«Chapter 09 /// Chapter 11»
[Byakuya/Renji] - Good deeds get Byakuya in trouble with Renji.
«"With you it's nearly impossible. Everywhere I turn people leer your way. Hanatarou?!" Renji finally asked, a hint of outrage in his voice.
"We were under the mistletoe."»
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