Hello, everyone! This is my first time publishing my Bleach stuff. I've read mostly everything, so expect spoilers by proxy. So if you haven't read up to chapter 200 or watched up to episode 70 (or so), you have been warned.
Author's Notes and Miscellany: Because I could SO see Byakuya as the protective older brother sometimes. And not outwardly show it. Aheh. Anyway… I am so lame. Teh LAMERS! But I don't own Bleach, which is probably a mercy, because then it wouldn't really be Bleach at all...
Her Nii-sama didn't intervene much in her daily life. Or at least not directly to her face. But looking back, now that she knew everything, she surmised the times he intervened directly were the times he must have been very irate, indeed. She didn't mind much, it served as a reminder to her that her Nii-sama actually cared for her very much, but sometimes it was a little scary.
Being around other men was difficult like this. Rukia remembered she had been doing something mundane (she believed she had been buying a new writing set because the bristles on her brushes were wearing out) when a group of five male shinigami, from various Divisions, had approached her. They had started asking utterly absurd, and inane, questions, like "How's work been?" and "What d'you think of the weather?". To top it off, they had begun posturing, and one of them had started to say "Y'know, I come from a pretty famous family myself--." When a startling burst of menacing reiatsu had come rolling off from someone. Thinking someone had gone on a psychotic rampage, like Captain Zaraki, Rukia was nervously looking around, when the source of the reiatsu had moved very close in a disturbingly short amount of time.
"What exactly do you peons think you are doing." It was a statement, not a question. Rukia's heart dropped into her stomach as she recognized the voice, as distorted by reiatsu as it was. Kuchiki Byakuya was standing behind the five men, a deadly look on his cool face. Thinking about the multitude of ways her Nii-sama could kill people without even drawing his sword, Rukia pulled her head out of her ass (as Renji would say) and quickly intervened.
"Byakuya-nii-sama!" She breathed, her voice unsteady. "They were asking about work, just work." Byakuya spared her a fluttering glance.
"You gentlemen come with me." Imperiously, Byakuya turned and started walking, and, shockingly, the men followed.
The deadly wave of reiatsu moved on, diminishing slightly, and still making people pass out.
Then, suddenly she got it and groaned inwardly and quietly knuckled her head with her fist. At this pace, she was never going to have a normal working relationship with anyone ever. But she allowed herself a small smile and went back to examining the brush sets, in an almost inexplicably good mood. Because, she supposed, after all, big brothers would always be big brothers.