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Kuchiki Byakuya straightened his captain's Haori and made his way out of his room. Last night was horrible. He had dreamt not about the Kuchiki clan elders nagging him, not about Aizen invading Sereitei, but instead, about Rukia. Not in an innocent way, either.
Ah, really. He was a noble and a captain, not an incestuous lecher. Or maybe he is, as last night's dream appeared in his mind again.
The bathtub was full of flower petals, and Rukia looked like a goddess as her pale, porcelain skin was dipped in it. Pity about the petals, Byakuya thought. Now he could only imagine. She cupped water into her hands and gently sloshed it over her shoulders, an intoxicating movement that caught Byakuya's breath. As he approached, Rukia looked up, her dark violet eyes inviting and teasing. He removed his robe, and hesitantly lowered himself beside her. How wrong, he thought. It didn't seem to be registering. He reached for ivory, smooth skin, his own skin tingling at the thought of coming into contact with it.
And then he had woken up.
He shook himself mentally, and looked around discreetly to check if any servants had saw him fantasizing. Thankfully, no one was around. He rearranged his features into the cold, aloof mask it always was when he reached the dining room his Haori trailing behind him soundlessly.
Rukia was already there, eating an extravagantly prepared breakfast before going to work. When Byakuya sat down, she greeted him meekly and went on with her breakfast.
Byakuya ate quickly, pushing all thoughts of Rukia out of his mind and headed for work early like the proper captain he is.
Breakfast at the Kuchiki mansion reminded Rukia of a wedding feast. Even though she had been living here for almost a year now, she was still not used to such lavishness. She thought of the cereal she had eaten in the real world and wished she could eat them now, though it had taken her almost an hour to open the bloody box.
Halfway through the meal, Byakuya entered the room, his regal aura intimidating and his face dispassionate. Their conversation consisted of nothing more than a greeting. Rukia sighed, playing around with her food more than eating them. Even though she had hated it here at first, she had found herself drawn to Byakuya's silent, detached personality.
Of course, she thought with a snort, she did not like him. She was curious, that was all. After all, he hardly spoke and interaction between them was a rare thing.
Byakuya left as quickly as possible, as if being in the same room as Rukia irked him so much that he could not wait to leave.
Rukia sighed again, not looking forward to the paperwork she had to do today. Still, throughout the day, her thoughts drifted toward her "nii-sama" more than occasionally, and they were getting raunchier such that even Rukia blushed. As if Byakuya would even think about you, she would scoff afterwards, trying to get back to her immense pile of paperwork.