A.N.: This is a request by VariousStories. This is not a Loli fic! Two-Shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
Warning: Lemon! Adult Yachiru! Bit OOC!

Yachiru's Night Out

Years after the Winter War….
Soul Society; 11:25 PM

The wind brought the coolness of spring to the Soul Society. All was quiet as the Soul Reapers turned in for the night. The moon showered its ivory glow onto the world as everyone quietly went to sleep.

Everyone, that is, except for a certain pink-haired lieutenant.

The little girl who constantly clung to her adoptive father's shoulder was gone now. In the years that had passed since Aizen's defeat, Yachiru Kusajishi had grown into a lovely young woman. She gracefully walked down a small garden path, taking a late-night walk since she had trouble sleeping. In terms of age she appeared to be around twenty but her appearance wasn't the only thing to mature.

People have noted over the decades how Yachiru slowly stopped acting like a mischievous imp. She stopped pulling pranks and acted more lady-like, which impressed the other members of her squad. It certainly surprised Kenpachi when he actually found her reading a book, having thrown out her candy stash. Still, that didn't mean she wasn't someone to anger. When she'd discovered that Yumichika had been snooping around her room, which had been a dare from the other lieutenants, she'd beaten him black and blue. Her violent tendencies have earned her the notorious moniker "Squad Eleven's Pink Skull of Doom," the name coming from both her hair and her skull and crossbones hairpin she now wore in her long hair, having grown it out.

Yachiru walked along the path, her zanpakuto on her hip as she let the spring breeze fill her. She felt at peace as she walked, her long pink hair almost like a shining beacon in the dark. She walked until she came upon her favorite spot to stargaze, a hobby she picked up going through her teen phase when she got into arguments with her father and stormed out of the Squad.

Funny enough, while Yachiru had grown up, she retained a macabre sense of humor, finding comfort in a cemetery amongst her many quirks. She walked along the grave markers of many of her fallen squadmates, some of which she missed dearly. Finding a bench, she sat down on it and looked up at the stars and the moon. She felt restless. Peace had come to the Soul Society but as things stood, life was boring. There were no dire threats to try to crush them and make Yachiru's life worthwhile. It would seem that the Soul Reapers had reached their peak of danger with Aizen and it had left Yachiru feel unsatisfied. Now that she was an adult, she wanted more out of her life now. She craved for something to fill her with passion.

She lay on the bench, staring up at the stars and making out constellations from books that Nanao had drilled into her. She didn't care much for the star constellations in the books, preferring to make up ones of her own. Currently she was mapping out the constellation of "Big Boobie's Hairpins," seeing the image of Orihime's Shun Shun Rikka. She closed her eyes after finishing her mental mapping and smiled, letting the silence of the graveyard sink in…until the cemetery wasn't silent anymore.

Hearing steps, Yachiru sat up, wondering if she'd been followed. One of the things she hated was when people tried to follow her when she wanted to be alone, particularly her father. Her surprise ended, however, when she saw a familiar person standing in front of a grave in the distance. Even in the darkness she recognized the man and stood up, silently making her way over to him.

Though Yachiru had changed in the decades that passed, Byakuya Kuchiki had barely changed at all. He stood there, dressed in his Haori and hairpins as he stood in front of the grave. He frowned as he stared down at it. No matter how many times he tried, he still could not feel any closure or peace of mind in seeing his wife's grave. Part of him had hoped with each trek to the grave marker that he could reconcile that empty feeling inside of him. He missed his wife, the hurt from her death having not faded in the decades since her passing. He'd tried to keep himself strong for the sake of his family but in the most private of moments, moments such as this, his stoic façade crumbled and he let the pain seep in.

The hurt was all over his face as he continued to stand there, wishing to hold his wife in his arms again. The worst part about it was Rukia. His sister reminded him of his wife so much that, though he would never admit it out loud, in his weakest moments it would hurt to look at Rukia because for an instant he thought he'd been reunited with Hisana.

Byakuya reached out and touched the top of the grave marker, closing his eyes as he tried to steady himself. "Hisana…" he muttered, the hurt in his chest becoming unbearable.

Then he heard footsteps.

Whirling around, Byakuya put a hand on Senbonzakura and bristled in fury. Nobody had ever dared to disturb him while he was mourning his wife and he aimed to punish the one who violated that rule. His surprise was clear, however, when he saw the young woman, Yachiru, several feet away.

"Byakuya?" Yachiru asked, not bothering to use his title. With the exception of Captain Unohana, who was like a mother to her, Yachiru did not generally call captains by their given titles, something that irked Byakuya at the best of times.

"Lieutenant Kusajishi," Byakuya addressed, recovering his composure quickly. "What are you doing here at this time of night?" he asked.

"I just came here to do some stargazing since I couldn't sleep." Yachiru gestured to the grave behind Byakuya. "I'm sorry, Byakuya. Did I interrupt?" she asked. She'd seen the face of pain Byakuya had as he stood in front of the grave and knew that even after all these years Byakuya was still in pain from losing Hisana.

"Yes," Byakuya bluntly said before turning back to his wife's grave. "I was here paying respect to my wife. But regardless, I was just about finished and about to return to my manor."

Before she even realized it, Yachiru's mouth moved on its own. "Would you like me to accompany you back there, Byakuya?" she asked. It was a good thing Byakuya couldn't see well in the dark since Yachiru's cheeks matched her hair.

One of the things that had never faded was Yachiru's crush for Byakuya Kuchiki. As she grew up, her childish crush led to an immense infatuation for the man, dreaming about him often; her teen phase had been particularly interesting when it came to her dreamland fantasies. Her dreams varied wildly; sometimes they were benign, such as marrying him or having a romantic night under the stars, while others were a bit more…spicy.

Byakuya looked at the young woman wearily. He was aware of Yachiru's crush; how could he not? But he could see in her red eyes that she was asking him out of niceness rather than some absurd attempt to court him, like a drunken Rangiku had tried several times. And part of him did long for company right now so he figured he'd tolerate her presence for now. He offered her his arm and gestured to the path leading out of the cemetery. "Very well, Lieutenant. I'll take you up on your offer."

Yachiru took his arm and they walked out of the cemetery together. On the inside, Yachiru was giddy with glee. To her this was like a dream come true. They walked together in silence for a while, taking a small forested path back to the Kuchiki Manor. Finally, Byakuya spoke up and broke the silence. "You said you were stargazing earlier?"

"Yep!" Yachiru smiled, staying close to Byakuya. "I've always found it relaxing when I can't sleep at night."

"I see," Byakuya said, "But why a graveyard though?" he asked, though he should've expected as much from the "Pink Skull of Doom".

"I tried the woods but I couldn't see past the trees. And…" she looked back in the direction of the graveyard, "I think that my squadmates would like it, having me visit them."

Byakuya looked at Yachiru curiously, seeing the young woman in a new like. He'd never imagine Yachiru caring about the fallen members of her squad, especially since he thought they were all a bunch of blood-crazed maniacs like her father. "I see…."

Yachiru looked at the man, concern written on her face. "Are you alright, Byakuya? You…you looked like you were in pain."

The question made Byakuya feel uncomfortable. He'd never exposed his feelings to anyone anymore, not even to Rukia even after he'd opened up to her. Tonight, however, he was feeling a bit more vulnerable. "I am…" he reluctantly admitted, not minding at all as Yachiru hugged his arm a little tighter in response.

"I see…" Yachiru said, not knowing what she should do. She knew that Byakuya was in pain but didn't know what to say; she'd never been in an actual relationship before; several people had tried asking her out but Kenpachi had scared them off like a raging bloodhound. "I know…I know I can't do much but…I'm here for you, Byakuya," she said softly. When they stopped walking, Yachiru realized they'd arrived at Byakuya's manor already, much to her disappointment.

Touched by the young woman's gesture, Byakuya stared at her intently. An odd feeling stirred inside him, one that he hadn't felt since Hisana. "Thank you, Yachiru. Have a good night." Yachiru looked a little disappointed, only to blush madly when Byakuya leaned forward.

It was only a kiss on the cheek but Yachiru thought she'd died and gone to heaven. "Goodnight…Byakuya…" she whispered, her head feeling light. She watched Byakuya enter the gates of his manor before turning away, her hand on the cheek Byakuya had kissed. "Byakuya…" she said. She walked until she reached a stump near the path back to Squad Eleven. She sat down on the stump and looked up at the stars again. She could see Byakuya's face in the stars, looking down at her. The pinkette felt a pain in her chest when she remembered the hurtful look in Byakuya's eyes before she interrupted him. "He's in such pain…" she murmured, looking back down onto the ground. The wind blew past her as she sat on the stump, looking back at the Kuchiki Manor. She put a hand to her chest and tried to calm down her heart. For just a second, she saw the man behind the stoic, stone-cold face she saw on a daily basis.

She wondered what her father and her friends would do. She'd never really considered Kenpachi a source of comfort; not after she figured out that her father's advice boiled down to "Just cut up the problem" and she didn't know what to say to her friends. They'd more than likely assume this was just a result of her undying crush towards the man but this wasn't just infatuation. She wanted to ease his pain, no matter what.

Making up her mind and hoping this wouldn't backfire, Yachiru hopped off the stump and headed for a secluded spot near the manor. She hadn't used her secret tunnels in years but she hoped she was slim enough to still squeeze inside. Moving aside a fake bush, she entered the hole and moved to her final destination: Byakuya's Bedroom.

A little later….

Byakuya lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He cursed himself for kissing Yachiru. It wasn't that he regretted kissing her but he didn't like to show weakness to anyone. He knew he'd probably have to deal with Kenpachi's wrath later tomorrow when the girl blabbed to him in the morning. 'Another irritation,' he thought as he rolled onto his side. 'No doubt Zaraki will think I tried seducing her or said something vulgar….'

Despite the silence, Byakuya could swear something was off as he lay there in his futon, his eyes closed. Minutes of this tense silence past until he could hear something else in his room: breathing that wasn't his own.

Opening his eyes, Byakuya bolted upright in bed and turned to the source of the breathing, only to stare in shock when his eyes locked with the ruby eyes of Yachiru Kusajishi, the young woman sitting a few feet away from him. "Yachiru! What is the meaning of this!" he demanded, angered at the woman's intrusion to his bedroom.

"I'm…I'm sorry…" she said, suddenly feeling embarrassed at herself for getting caught. She didn't exactly have a plan in mind when she snuck into Byakuya's room using her old tunnels; thankfully she was slim enough to just squeeze through them, though it was a bit tight because of her large boobs. "I know I shouldn't have but…I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Byakuya's eyes narrowed in anger. "Do not think that kiss from before meant anything, Yachiru. I was thanking you for walking with me. Nothing more." He pointed to the door. "Leave."

Taking a deep breath, Yachiru stayed where she was. "Please, Byakuya, I'm not here to stalk you or anything. I just…" she looked away and tried to find her words. "When you were at the cemetery, you were in such pain. You're in pain because you're lonely. I wanted to try to help you. I don't want you to be lonely anymore." She scooted closer until her knees touched Byakuya's, "I want you, Byakuya. And I want you to want me. I want you to feel loved and to no longer feel empty anymore."

Only the crickets outside made sound as Byakuya stared at Yachiru, the woman looking at him with a look of understanding. This girl had seen through his stoic mask and had seen the pain underneath him. Deep down in his core he was suffering from the hell of loneliness. Looking into Yachiru's ruby-red eyes made Byakuya's heart of ice melt.

Byakuya couldn't remember what happened to make him cave. All he knew was that one second he was staring Yachiru in the eye with her a foot away and the next he had Yachiru in his arms. Yachiru gasped as Byakuya pulled the woman into his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her tight. The two Soul Reapers pressed their foreheads together as they looked each other in the eye. "Byak..u…ya…" Yachiru muttered, the blood rushing to her head. Byakuya bridged the gap between them and planting his lips on hers in a deep, deep kiss.

Yachiru sat on Byakuya's lap, her dream come true. Her slender hands ran through Byakuya's long black hair. Byakuya held her tight as he kissed her. As he pulled away he drank in the sight of the girl's face, her cheeks a roaring pink and her mouth opened up to pant for air. 'No, she's no girl. She's a woman now.' He smiled from her reaction and traced her lips with a finger. "Tell me, was that your first kiss?" he asked.

"Yes," Yachiru slurred. She burned with heat and she felt like she was going to melt in the man's arms. She pulled Byakuya into another fervent kiss and mentally squealed as Byakuya turned around and laid Yachiru onto her back. Yachiru's head spun with so much emotion as the object of her affections lay on top of her, his lips glued to hers. "Ahhh…" she moaned as Byakuya suddenly stopped kissing her lips and started to pay attention to the rest of her. He kissed her cheek again, right on the spot where he kissed her the first time and then moved on to her jaw before kissing her neck. Yachiru's innocence and Byakuya's experience combined to make it as erotic as sin to Yachiru. Her back arched as the man's hand wrapped around the back of her neck. Just the touch of his hand on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure down her spine.

Her mind completely giving in, Yachiru stopped Byakuya's tender ministrations and they sat up. Her hands shook as she gently grasped his nightrobe. "M-may I?" she asked, her trepidation clear in her eyes. She knew this was about to go past the point of no return but she wanted them both to want this.

Byakuya, sensing the fear in her eyes, took hold of her hands. "Yachiru, am I your first?" he asked. When Yachiru nodded, he caressed her cheek and kissed her tenderly. His free hand laced his fingers with Yachiru's and gently squeezed her hand. "I'll be gentle. I promise." He guided her hands to his robe. "You may disrobe me."

Butterflies fluttered inside Yachiru's stomach as she pulled away his nightrobe. Apparently Byakuya hadn't bothered to put on any undergarments so when she pulled away the white robe he was left bare before her. Yachiru's eyes widened and she subconsciously licked her lips as Byakuya's toned body became on display before she turned her gaze southward. She'd snuck a peek at her squadmates when they were taking showers but few measured up to Byakuya.

Before Yachiru could calm herself down, the naked Byakuya put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back down onto her back. This time it was he who looked up and asked for permission as his hands found the tie to her shihakusho. "May I?" he asked with gentle eyes. When Yachiru nodded he pulled away the tie, pulling the black top off of her. He yanked off her hakama along with her white panties and stared down at the girl beneath him, his eyes drinking in the sight like she was a goddess come down from on high.

When Yachiru had grown into a woman, she'd developed in all the right places. Her breasts, large and firm, were like two large melons. Her waist was slim and curvy and her legs had nice, wide hips and slender legs. Yachiru's face became flushed as her new lover stared down at her womanhood. Byakuya ran a finger ran along the slit of her labia before teasing her by having his finger explore the patch of pink hair neatly trimmed above her pussy. Despite her bold nature she was highly embarrassed at having Byakuya stare at her pussy. "Don't look…" she whimpered.

Byakuya silenced her with a deep kiss while he teased her womanhood. His own cock throbbed from looking at the woman's beautiful body. Part of him, the part that was coming unglued by the second, wanted to take Yachiru hard and fast. But he kept that devil on his shoulder under wraps; for now, at least. He slipped his tongue into Yachiru's as his finger probed her pink entrance. Yachiru's hands roamed his back as ecstasy poured over her. She'd been taught the birds and the bees by Unohana when she was younger but she'd never been taught that foreplay like this could be so intense. Her body tensed as Byakuya's digit slipped into her wet womanhood. Byakuya took in the woman's gasp as he explored her inner sanctum with his finger. An uncharacteristic smile spread across his face as he felt Yachiru's tight walls clamp down on him. His other hand caressed her cheek sweetly before kissing her lips again. He leaned forward and pressed himself against her, humming in content as her firm breasts pressed against his chest. Yachiru, having only known the pleasure of her hands when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, rolled her head back as Byakuya cupped her breast and squeezed.

"To think you were that nefarious child," Byakuya mused as he looked over Yachiru's beautiful body. "Who would've guessed you'd mature so beautifully," he whispered into her ear.

"Ohhhh…" Yachiru moaned, about to orgasm from the finger exploring her pussy. "Byakuya…" she reached down and palmed the underside of Byakuya's manhood, "I want you…." She looked at Byakuya with pleading eyes. "I need you…."

Byakuya himself was about to cave in to the pleasure building deep inside him. He gripped his cock and got in between her legs. "Are you sure, Yachiru?" he asked, wanting to know for certain the lieutenant knew what she was in for. When Yachiru gave him a nod he pressed the tip against her entrance. Yachiru gripped the sheets to the futon as her crush began to slowly push into her. Her breath hitched as he entered her. Byakuya pulled out before pushing back in, continuing this slow rhythm. When he came upon her barrier he gave a sharp thrust and claimed her womanhood.

"Ah!" Yachiru gasped, tears leaking from her crimson eyes. Looking down, Byakuya could see a tiny trickle of blood come from Yachiru's deflowered hole. Staying where he was inside her, he calmly leaned down and gently kissed the pinkette, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Relax…" he whispered. Yachiru opened up her eyes and looked into his dark eyes, finding comfort in them. She relaxed and nodded for him to continue.

Byakuya, remembering how it was when he deflowered Hisana, gave small, slow thrusts. Yachiru groaned from the pain as Byakuya pumped his thick cock in and out of her, small gasps and groans escaping her. She'd learned that her first time would hurt but this felt worse than most wounds she'd suffered. However, in the small instances of pain she began to feel something inside of her about to bloom like a budding flower: pleasure.

Sweat rolled down Byakuya's back as he pumped in and out of Yachiru's hot honeypot. So long had it been since he'd had sex he was caught by surprise when Yachiru's womanhood embraced him. His repressed desires became his driving instinct as he made love to Yachiru. His thrusts became faster and harder, his cock sliding deeper into Yachiru's deflowered hole. Soon the gasps and groans of pain coming from Yachiru began to gradually fade. Soon Yachiru began to spew a melody of moans and cries. Her hands cupped her breasts as she felt nothing but pure ecstasy pour over her, her eyes looking up at Byakuya with both love and lust.

Byakuya couldn't take anymore of Yachiru's beauty and remain himself anymore. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the floor with his weight as he began to thrust faster into Yachiru. Yachiru's arms wrapped around Byakuya's neck and she cried out with each thrust. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she went, her body shaking in Byakuya's strong arms. Byakuya, not wanting anyone to hear them, silenced the woman with a deep kiss, lost in the feel of her tongue entwining with his. His hands joined hers in cupping her breasts. The man thumbed her hardened pink nipples to see her face twist in pleasure more. Yachiru's toes curled as the pleasure became more than she could bear. Holding onto Byakuya like a life preserver, she moaned into her lover's mouth as she came hard. Byakuya devoured her moans as she came around his cock. He stopped his thrusting and let Yachiru ride out her pleasure, drinking in the sight of her sex-face.

Once Yachiru's breathing had steadied, Byakuya started moving again. He leaned back up and gripped Yachiru's thin waist, rearing his hips back. The sound of skin slapping together made Yachiru's ears burn as the man fucked her with raw abandon. "Ah! Bya-Bya!" Yachiru cried out, using her old nickname for Byakuya. The man didn't know why but at the moment he adored that nickname as long as it came from her sweet lips. His eyes went to the girl's bouncing breasts before cupping them; Yachiru's legs wrapped around Byakuya's waist, keeping him inside her with her strong legs.

Yachiru's red eyes widened to their limit when she felt Byakuya rub against her G-spot. Her vision blurred as the man hit that spot inside her over and over again, driving Yachiru's wild. Byakuya grunted as he fucked the lieutenant, feeling his own climax building inside him. Leaning back down, he embraced Yachiru, dipping his tongue into her opened mouth. After exploring her mouth a little more, he gave several loud gasps as his hips began to move with a mind of their own; so caught up in the pleasure of Yachiru's body was he that he no longer had control over his own primal urges. "Yachiru…" he whispered, his face in front of hers. "I'm about to climax…."

"Inside!" Yachiru pleaded, her arms and legs wrapping around Byakuya tightly and not letting go. "Cum with me! Byakuya!" she threw her head back as she felt the bubble inside her about to pop. She pulled Byakuya into a bruising kiss as she came, her mind turning to mush as she experienced pure bliss in Byakuya's arms.

Byakuya moaned into the kiss as he released inside her. Yachiru rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she felt the man's burning hot essence fill her to the brim.

Tired and sweaty, the two Soul Reapers remained glued to each other, basking in each other's warmth. Finally, Byakuya pulled out of her and laid down next to her. He pulled the girl against his chest and ran his hand through her pink hair, kissing her forehead gently. "Yachiru?"

"Yes, Bya-Bya?" Yachiru looked up at the man and saw him smiling.

"I wouldn't be opposed to you sneaking into my room tomorrow night."

Giggling, Yachiru leaned up and kissed Byakuya's cheek. "Nothing would make me happier…." The two cuddled before Byakuya drew the covers back and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

And so began Byakuya's and Yachiru's secret relationship….

To be continued