Post 686. One of many things I loved about the Bleach anime was the "Shinigami Illustrated Guide" because it provided very funny insight into the personalities of some of my favorite characters. I liked the "bond" with Byakuya and Yachiru so I wrote a short, one-shot of them. I don't own Bleach. Tite Kubo does.
The day held no disturbances. Usually, Byakuya relished the rare moments that peace accompanied him, but today's silence threatened to drive him mad. Rukia and Kurosaki Ichigo usually bumped around fussing about something, playing games or listening to music from the Living World. His brother-in-law turned those infernal human melodies up to the highest volume, and the walls would shake. He'd lost count of the amount of tea cups that had been replaced. His sister rarely caused a raucous though she did make noise. The "Chappy Variety Show" she watched almost always elicited her sweet laughter.
But they were gone for the day; gone through a senkaimon to attend a concert with their friends. Byakuya sighed as he cleaned and dried a paintbrush, bringing an end to his calligraphy practice. It had been a long time since he'd taken a nap, and the boredom he suffered demanded it. He pulled out a blanket and decided to rest on the couch in his study. He closed his eyes, willing slumber to visit him but the quietness magnified the ticking of the clock and the chirping of the birds outside. He pushed the cover off violently and sat up. Perhaps a cup of tea would ease him into relaxation.
He stirred around, creating work where it wasn't needed. He reorganized some archives and cleaned his desk, appreciating the good job his servants did keeping up the place. The calendar caught his eyes, broadcasting the date.
"Has it truly been this long?"
Fifteen years had passed since the Quincies' assault on the Soul Society. It had been fifteen years since everyone lost loved ones and friends, since he nearly lost his own life, and since she left. He pulled the calendar off the wall and placed it on his desk. He walked the halls before stopping in front of a blank wall. He pressed a hand against it, and a hidden door opened. No matter how many times he ordered her to stay off his property, she persisted, and eventually, he gave up. Inside of the room was a meeting table and chairs. He kicked a box filled with toys and fifteen-year-old candy out of his way. On the table was a badge that read "Kusajishi Yachiru, Women's Shinigami Association President."
The room that once bustled with uninvited women and a little girl lieutenant was now a quiet time capsule.
"Byakiiiii, come play with me! Don't be such a sourpuss! It'll be fun!"
He had indulged her only one time, and it was indeed, very fun.