Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

AN: I'm hoping that I'll make this fic kinda short and to the point as I have two others that I'm still working on! I'm a bad llama, but I need an outlet for all my pervy thoughts! Haha I've wanted to do a rated M fic for a while and this will likely only be my first! See….I have this "thing", about putting Byakuya in awkward, perhaps OOC situations with women… I mean don't get me wrong I think there are ways to expand upon his character w/out missing the boat on his personality, but some of it is of course creative license! And I'm babbling! And now I'm done. Enjoy!

Oh- damn- wait! Fair warning! This may start off a little on the ByaRuki side, but it is not a ByaXRuki pairing! Sorry to disappoint! I do happen to be a fan of those though….

Okay 1 more and I am DONE: Don't freak out!

My OC's name is Xochitl- pronounced: S-oh-chee- it's Aztec (Nahuatl) and means Flower of God. It only looks scary!

Fulfillment

Prelude to Lesson 1:

Lust Leads to Divergence

He had forced his feelings to a Siberian sort of wilderness, but it was no use, the heat was melting them- lusty flames making fast work of his mental and emotional defenses. It was not love, he knew that right away. These increasingly awkward thoughts that floated into his mind when he saw her had nothing to do with love. Certainly he loved her, their familial bond had only strengthened since that legendary day when he had thought her death just and resigned himself to watch it take her. He most certainly cared for her, wished to protect her, wanted her to find happiness, but that was not so out-of-the-ordinary for a brother. What was however, were the images of her sprawled naked on his futon, her whole body flushed with the heat he had induced in her.

He couldn't explain it, nor did he even wish to try. He knew it was shameful; they may not have been blood, but still such thoughts were not the least bit appropriate. She was his late wife's sister, and legally she was now his own.

Byakuya had to find a solution. He could not continue to watch her with such hunger-like pangs. Not another day could go by in which he could tolerate the rising frustration that emerged whenever he saw her. The smallest glimpse of her creamy neck had nearly sent him into an epileptic fit! It could not go on.

His agitation was affecting their relationship as brother and sister. He had snapped at her several times for the smallest fault in her manners. Not only that but he had found himself glaring at her more than once when he had noticed a never-seen-before smile slide onto her face. That smile was proof enough that the depths of her relationship with that human boy had evolved. Of course he could chalk up his anger to over-protective brotherly instincts, but ultimately he was jealous. Why should he feel tortured by her very presence of late only to know that she was running into the arms of an obnoxious human child?

His home as well was suffering. The training room at the back of the manse was a shredded ruin thanks to a glimpse of his sister headed to her room from the bath in just a robe. It was time to do something about his… tension.

Late one night he sent for the village boy. The boy was deaf and mute; he was the only one that could carry out his orders with the utmost discretion. Besides that, he had come to like the boy. He was an urchin from the same district of the Rukongai as Rukia, but was strangely well-mannered. He was silent and solemn, though on occasion he would flash a toothy smile that would light up his whole face before vanishing and returning the shadows of hard living to his countenance.

It just so happened that the boy favored him with one of those impudent grins after reading the instructions Byakuya handed him. The boy knew better than to show that smile and linger however. After a bow and one last smirk he disappeared to carry out the nobleman's orders.

Lilith's establishment was not known to many circles. In fact, despite its location in the Western Rukongai, only the nobility and a handful of residents of the district knew of its existence and purpose. Lilith's only catered to those of noble blood; it's only advertisement by word of mouth (but as nobles were notoriously secretive in most matters, the brothel was relatively unknown).

Xochitl herself had only learned of it due to her friendship with the old woman that owned the tea shop. The old woman had lived in the district for centuries it seemed and knew everything there was to know about what went on there, including the true nature of the old potter's home/workshop set on the edge of the river. Those of the district who knew exactly what kind of place it was were extremely closed-mouthed about it. But the woman had seen the look of terror in the girl's eyes after a run in with the local gang and had known that the best hope the girl had was the quiet two story bungalow at the end of the lane.

The young woman, new to the district, simply wanted to live a life of peace. She did not know where she'd come from or much at all besides her name, but she knew she wanted to live. If that meant allowing others to use her body so that she might one day find her place in this afterlife, so be it. At least the clientele at Lilith's could be counted on to treat her with a modicum of respect. The gang leader had no such good intentions.

Not a week had gone by in which Xochitl was introduced to the mistress of the house, Lilith, and then accepted into her ranks, did the lady call on her for her first "mission". Rumor had it that the mistress of the house had been a shinigami at one point and thus her house was run much like a barracks. The house was divided into sections for each squad, numbered 1 through 13. And the head mistress expected nothing less than perfection in her troops.

"I know you have not quite settled in yet, but as you've assured me you have experience, I see no reason why I should not send you out on your first assignment… do you?" Lilith's eyes were hard, not gentle as the summer skies they resembled.

Xochitl had a feeling that Lilith knew more than she let on, but was not about to out her. She supposed there would be a price for her lies later.

The girl nodded slowly.

"Good then." The woman gave her a tight smile, "The man I intend for you to entertain is a new client. He has never before sought out my services. Discretion is imperative. This man is very powerful and we cannot afford to upset him… Still it will be up to you to determine his needs as he is a new patron and has made no indication of his preference, other than stature."

Lilith looked away, her eyes narrowing as she continued, speaking as though to herself, "Does he want a demure submissive? Or perhaps he would prefer a woman to help him forget his dominant role in everyday life and make demands of him instead." Her blue eyes snapped back to the girl, stern and unmovable. "In any case, you know the game… He is a very important man, Xochitl… They're all very important men, but he… He is a captain of the Gotei Thirteen." There was an odd look in the madam's eye, but the girl would not let her curiosity get the best of her and simply nodded again.

She was dismissed with simple instructions: "Follow the boy, stick to the shadows. And if anyone should see you, think fast and feign ignorance of what and where you are."

Again, all Xochitl could do was agree silently. But before she had escaped her mistress' keen eye the woman called out one more warning, "If you do not manage to please him, do not bother coming back."

Those last words ringing in her head, Xochitl, the newest courtesan of Lilith's Den, left the house to complete her first mission, her heart beating loud as thunder as she followed the boy into the early morning's darkness.

AN: Hope nothing came across rushed. Like I mentioned I do want to make this a bit on the snappy side- hoping it flows that way- so the chapters might be rather short. This might be one of the longest actually… Well yay! One down! Please review!