THUD!
Byakuya fell onto his knees. His damp palms grasped the wooden floor as his eyes drilled holes into it. His body felt heavy, unbearable and at any moment he could collapse under his own weight. The entire room was like an oven, even hotter than the sun. His breathing was heavy and his body was drenched in sweat; he could feel each individual drop trickle down and burn his skin. He closed his eyes as a drop got into his eyes poisoning his vision. Squinting he shook his head spraying his surroundings with drops. He opened his eyes again and look down to see the wood floor of his home. He let out another painful breathe and collapsed on the floor. It was so hot.
He heard a voice now. He heard a voice laughing at him. Her voice.
"C'mon little Byakuya. I know you can do better than that" she laughed "Show me how good you are" her voice echoed all around him, drenched in sensuality. "Get up" she whispered the command. He listened to her speak to him and he felt his heart freeze. The cooling sensation soon flowed over the rest of his body. There was a soothing pleasure to her voice. He raised his right arm up, shaking wildly as it brought up his shoulder until he could raise it no farther. He slowly raised his other arm after and it imitated the dance the other had done. He pushed himself up off the floor, his arms writhing in pain as the rest of his body felt engulfed in flame. Rivers of sweat fell from his head, traced his jaw or fell into the crook of his neck. His arms held him up, his left one almost gave in but he quickly corrected it. He heard her laughter again. He stiffened until both arms stopped fidgeting. He stared at the floor knowing she was waiting for what he would do next.
He pushed off his fingertips and propelled himself up. He almost fell back on himself, but his knees remained planted on the floor. His back hung back over his legs as he starred up towards the ceiling. He could barely make out the gardens of the mansion. He let out heavier, painful breathes. Tensing up he exhaled before begrudgingly pushed his torso forward. His arms dangled to his sides like two broken branches barley handing off a tree. He finally sat himself upright on his knees, his back straight. His gi was open exposing his glistening chest which rise and fell with each breathe he took. His jaw was gaped open and his tongue hung out. He felt and seemed no different than a panting dog trying to stay cool on a hot summer lawn. His head bobbed around on top of his neck and he was so exhausted he could not raise it up. A bead of sweat followed his jawline and reached his chin, only to fall off and hit the floor.
Now he heard clapping.
"Very Good Little Byakuya" she congratulated him, but it sounded more like teasing "You did so gwood" she teased in a babyish voice. She now appeared before him, but he was so exhausted that he could not raise his head to see above her mouth. Her white captain's cloak danced and shifted around her, her arms were crossed pushing up her chest; likely on purpose he imagined. There was a sly grin on her face. She looked over him with golden eyes as he sat there in anguish.
She ran her tongue across her lips.
"Poor little Byakuya" she said once her tongue retreated back to her mouth leaving her lips noticeably moist. "He's trying so hard". She brought one leg forward and the other followed, gracefully sliding over the floor and advancing on him. He remained silent save for his heavy breathes. Then she stopped before him. Her right arm reached down and her fingers slid across his jaw before stopping at his chin. She pushed his chin up with only her finger and his head followed. Now they were eye to eye and only inches from each other's faces. "Does little Byakuya want a reward?" she asked amorously.
He took in a deep breath and exhaled sharply.
"Yes"
She smiled at him. Now she firmly took a hold of his chin and puckered her own lips. Then she leaned towards him closing the distance between their lips.
Byakuya opened his eyes to reveal the ceiling and light from outside shining brightly upon him. He groaned and fidgeted in his bed, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes from the morning light. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he felt very much awake and clearly very much exhilarated by his dream-No! He kept reminding himself, it was a nightmare. He thought he had enough of that woman during the day, now she had the nerve to haunt his dreams.
He sat himself up in his bed, his clothes sticking to him in sweaty, disgusting embrace.
"A dream" he sighed in relief "It was only a dream" he reassured himself. He treated it like a nightmare, that's what it felt like... sort of. If it was then why did he seem to be enjoying so much? Why was he having dreams like this about his teacher? Why was he having dreams about her at all?! He wasn't sure what to make of it and he certainly didn't want to ask for help on the matter. He thought he was smart enough to come to an answer on his own, he just had yet to find it. But if things continued on like this he'd have to burn his bed sheets and clothes...and probably the whole house.
Where he first developed this sick fascination with her was beyond him, though he had a few guesses.
He remembered when he first saw her in her cat form. He thought it was just a normal cat at first. Then all of a sudden it transformed into her before his eyes. A very nude her.
He really enjoyed the dreams he had that night.
As for this morning, he didn't have any more time to spend on perversions of her. He was an important person and had expectations to meet. He dedicated the reminder of the morning- or rather afternoon as it appeared to be, to getting ready for a productive day. He cleaned his room, put on fresh clothes and contemplated burning his bed. He was having a hard time removing certain images from his mind as he did these tasks. Luckily someone called his name to get his attention on something else. And he was more than happy to hear it.
"Byakuya" he heard an old man's voice, one all too familiar call to him.
"Grandfather!" he said happily turning his head to see the old man. "It's wonderful to see you!" he dived into the old man's arms. Not very refined of him. Regardless they both shared a laugh over it. Ginrei then looked down to his grandson.
"Come down to the training grounds when your ready." he spoke to him before leaving the room to let him finish preparing himself.
"I'm coming" he shouted. He was so happy to his grandfather again. He didn't spare any time in getting ready and once he was he rushed out of his room and to the training grounds. He could see his grandfather already, but he was talking with someone else. Byakuya didn't dwell much on that fact. It was likely an underling talking to him of some trivial matter. He imagined one day he'd have to deal with the same exact thing. Little did he know the person he was talking to was there to see him as well. Byakuya rushed forward towards his grandfather. The old man turned his head to him.
"Well that was quick." the wise old man commented "These lessons must be paying off" Byakuya wasn't exactly sure by what he meant by that "and look who decided to visit you today" Byakuya then turned his attention to the person standing with his grandfather and she decided to wave to the young Kuchiki heir.
"Fuck" Byakuya cursed in his head. "Not you again" he said that part aloud for all to hear, already agitated by just the sight of her. It was too early in the day and too soon after his dream to have to deal with this. Though if he was being honest he'd much prefer it if she greeted him in her usual manner; sliding her chest across his face.
"Not me again!" Yoruichi quoted him, some annoyance evident in her voice that made him think for a moment that she would actually leave, though likely with one of his belongings. Probably his hair clip "You know I have a lot of ways to spend my time. And I thought it would be gratifying for you to learn from someone of my caliber."
Bitch.
"I never asked for this" he grumbled.
"No, but I did." Genrei said entering their conversation "You can learn a lot from her, Byakuya. She's a Captain of the highest caliber, commander of the stealth force, an experienced fighter and the head of a prominent family. It would be wise to emulate her" his grandfather told him all this as if he'd never heard it before. Except that he did, every time this conversation was brought up. Which just to happened to be every time she stopped by to train him. More like torture him.
In more ways than she expected.
To Byakuya it felt like everything his grandfather had said couldn't be more far from the truth. But for his sake, for once he held his tongue for him and only muttered his annoyance.
"Then I'll leave it to you then" Ginrei turned to Yoruichi who seemed more than happy to take the boy off his hands. Perhaps too much the way Byakuya saw it. "Have fun Byakuya" he told his grandson before leaving.
It was just him and her now. This probably wouldn't end well. For him at least.
"So Little Byakuya" she put her hands behind her head probably in some sick attempt to get him to look at her chest. It was working. "What do you want to do today?"
"Fuck you" He though instantly and actually opened his mouth to say it, but stopped before he did. "N-nothing with you" he managed to say, though very weakly.
"You don't want to spend time with me?" she pouted.
"No" he said more confidently.
"Alright then." she shrugged "Like I've said I have better things than take care of a moody, ungrateful little brat" she said casually walking away from him. "Have fun practicing" she waved.
He opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn't exactly sure what he was going to say. 'Either good riddance' or 'Please don't'. What came out was some inaudible combination of the two and it was all she needed to stop and turn around.
"Oh you do care" she said with mock sweetness. "Well I'll tell you what" she walked back to over to him with her arms crossed. "Maybe we both can get what we want"
"That's..very unlikely" he said nervously.
"We'll see..." she smiled sweetly at him. She starred at him a little while after she said that and it unnerved him a little bit "How about-" she pondered, but he already knew she had an idea that would play out regardless of his willingness to do so.
"No tag" she cut her off, not caring if he was being rude or not. It's not like she was one for manners anyway.
She him over with a devious look in her eyes and a smile to match it "Oh so you want to stay up close to me, Little Byakuya?"
"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath "No you demon cat! That's not it at all!"
She shrugged "Alright, have it your way" she brought a hand up to tug on the choker around her neck "If I can get your hair piece off you head. I win"
Byakuya just looked at her "Win what?"
"I win" she smiled, that lack of an answer seeming to please her a lot more than it did him. "but.." she tugged at her neck again "If you can get this off my neck. You win. I'll throw in something extra. I'll leave you alone for the day. Deal" she cocked her head on it's side.
Byakuya wasn't sure what to make of this. To win this he'd have to get dangerously close to her. Not that he wouldn't mind. Given his current ailment this might be good for him. So maybe, just maybe this could work out for him.
In fact he was tempted to ask for something else if he won. A kiss. A grope. Maybe something more... he wasn't exactly sure. One thing he was sure of is that his pants were getting tighter from all the possibilities.
He opened his mouth to propose a different prize "I want-" his voice cut off there as his thoughts couldn't translate to words.
"Hm?" she perked up with a raised eyebrow.
He struggled to finish his sentence, eventually settling on "I accept".
Yoruichi clapped her hands together "Good" she smiled. She reached an arm over her shoulder and flung her captains coat off. She let out a peaceful breath, feeling refreshed, lighter and less weighed down. Byakuya gulped with wide eyes as he got a better look at her curves. This was going to be harder than he thought, in more ways than one.
Within seconds after that gleeful outburst she was on him and he was completely unprepared for her. She appeared before him and jabbed a hand at his hair, but he managed to duck out of the way and took a few defensive steps back. Surprisingly to him she remained exactly where she was.
"Your never gonna win by going on the defensive Little Byakuya" she turned her head to him "We were so close you could have probably gone for it" she flicked her neck again. He imagined if he had gone for it he would have grabbed at something else.
He had no witty retort for that so he decided to take her advice and charged her immediately. But once he was close she just sidestepped him and reached for his hair tie again. He again ducked and dodged out of the way.
They're game went on like that for while and took place all over the training grounds. He knew she was just toying with him. He was giving his all in each movement and she was just playing with him. Like a cat with a mouse. Which seemed really fitting the more he thought about it.
He had a surge of adrenaline rushing throughout his young body, but found it very hard to keep his eye on the task at hand.
There she was dancing about before him, her tits very noticeably bouncing up and down as if nothing was keeping them in place. He was so concentrated on that, that he didn't notice her counterattack. She jumped over his arm and came down striking his head with her palm.
He went down instantly. Not because there was a lot of force behind it, but because he wasn't expecting it.
He put his arms down breaking his fall, but his hands nearly slipped away in the process. She was taunting him with her words and body, he felt inferior and his pants were getting so tight he felt like he was going to loose circulation.
He noticed his hair still tied up, so as part of some sadistic ploy she decided not to take his tie out of his hair yet. He could see she was just standing above him, not moving or anything, just staring down at him.
Maybe this was his chance. If she reached to get it he could spring up and grab that thing off her neck. Maybe steal a kiss or touch one of her boobs in the process.
Hell, maybe he'd go for both.
"You seem surprisingly out of step today Byakuya.."she said his name and just from the tone of it he knew she was going to inquire about something "Are you thinking of something.." she paused and he dreaded every moment of it.
"Oh no here it comes" he thought internally and looked up to her.
".. indecent" she finished with a wink.
"Fuck!" he cursed in his head, grinding his teeth. "Of course not!" he shouted to her and finally got up"I'm the heir to the Kuchiki Clan! I would not diminish myself to such-such- accusations!" " he professed proudly as he always did hoping this bravado would throw her off.
It didn't work.
"What it's only natural for a boy for age. Especially in the presence of a woman like me huh?" Though she likely knew it, there was a rage boiling up inside the boy before her. However it would lead to an outburst unlike anything she'd seen from him before.
"Fuck Off!" he shouted at her before stormed off. She was so shocked by his sudden outburst that he was actually taken back by it.
'Demon Cat' she'd expect, but not this. Once she took time to process what happened she glared at him as he walked away from him.
"Where do you think your going?" she spoke sternly to him. He didn't answer "Don't you walk away from me, boy!" she spat with pure venom. He still didn't stop. It didn't taker her long to catch up to him and place a hand on his shoulder, her fingers digging into his skin. "Just where do you get off talking like that?"
He didn't want to answer her. He was too furious and embarrassed to even look at her.
"Let me go" he muttered.
"What was that?" she dug into his shoulder a little more. He repeated himself only louder this time "Not until you apologize to me"
"You should apologize to me" he paused "Let me go".
Now it was not unlike him to throw a fit, in fact she expected him to with just about everything she says and does to him. This time however, things seemed different and she was determined to find out what. And she wouldn't find out what that was by talking down to him.
She eased her grip on him "Byakuya, look at me" she said calmly.
"No" his face reddening. She could have sworn she saw tears building in his eyes too.
"Why not?"
"I don't want to"
"Fine don't, but tell me-"
"Just let me go" she snapped her off his shoulder and he walked off. Much to his surprise she didn't try to pursue him.
He stormed off to his room without another word said to anyone. He locked himself away in his room. No one came to see him though he knew they tried. He could hear footsteps approach his room from down the hall.
For the leader of the Stealth force she wasn't being very stealthy.
She didn't request for him or to come into this room, but he knew she stood outside of his door for a few moments. Later on he could hear her voice faintly down the hall talking with someone else. He knew he would probably be punished for this, but he just didn't care at the moment. Instead he spent his time in the silence of his room. The light from outside started to darken as dark storm clouds started to form. He didn't care much about the weather, in fact he didn't really care about anything at that moment.