Warnings: Stupidity (on behalf of the author), clichés, being generally overdone, and OC-ness of otherwise awesome characters (not owned by me).
"Make No Mistake"
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A freak snowstorm had lain a good two inches of the cold stuff on the ground overnight. It was just after daybreak, and very few soul reapers had managed to drag themselves out of their warm beds and into the slightly-above-freezing temperatures of the new morning.
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Byakuya Kuchiki—noble heir to the Kuchiki clan—walked calmly but sternly through the quiet, snow-laden streets of the Sereitei.
POOOM!
Byakuya Kuchiki dropped like a sack of aristocratic potatoes.
A half-exploded ball of perfectly white snow slid down the right side of his face. He lifted a hand to rid the damned thing from his head before picking himself—gracefully—up from the ground. Slightly furious eyes searched for the offender (whom would soon breathe their last breath), and there he spotted them. Bundled up in tight overcoats and chuckling quite loudly were Renji Abarai, his faithful Lieutenant, and Rukia Kuchiki, his beloved sister. And they. had. to. Die.
"We catch ya nappin', Captain Kuchiki?" The redhead wore a smug grin and a shovel slung over his shoulders. Byakuya closed his eyes to keep from seething. "What do you think you are doing, Abarai?"
He grinned wider, if that were possible. "Well, there's all this snow on the ground, I thought we could have a snowball fight." Inwardly, the man scoffed, but outwardly, "I do not have time for such childish games."
The two friends frowned. "But—" "Get back to work. Rukia—don't you have somewhere else to be?" "Yes, Brother…" Oh, his mood was soured for the day, and as he walked by them, he could hear a muttering of "tight ass" and "no fun."
He stopped. He smirked a little smirk.
Before you could say "shunpo," he'd flashed over to Renji and stuffed his head into the pile of snow he'd built up. Just as the man let out a muffled scream, Byakuya had scooped up a huge handful of snow and whitewashed his beloved sister's face. He stepped away and crossed his arms to view his handiwork.
Renji pulled his now-soaked head out of the pile while Rukia pulled snow out of her eyeballs. He turned his back to them. "Let this be a lesson for the both of you. Know what you are in for before you challenge the master." Four pairs of wide eyes stared at the nobleman's back as he practically skipped away. "Now get back to work." "Yes, Brother!" "Yes, Captain Kuchiki!"
Byakuya Kuchiki—noble hair to the Kuchiki clan—allowed a small smile on his face as he walked through the doors of the Sixth Division office.
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Owari.
I generally steer clear of using Japanese words like salt and pepper, but I always wanted to end a story with "Owari." Don't know why.