What if Aizen had kidnapped a different target in the war? What if that target was Byakuya Kuchiki? And what if his caretakers were the Primera and the Sexta?
***Resistance is Futile***
Byakuya Kuchiki was not a man to be easily affected his surroundings in life. His reserved upbringing forming his cool composure and cold façade meant that he of all people was to be least affected by Aizen and his foolish shenanigans. Naturally, of course. Which is why Byakuya strode about the streets of the sereitei levelheaded as usual, his wary and unsettled lieutenant in tow, ignoring the shifty eyes said redhead was giving the whole of the familiar surroundings of the nighttime sereitei scene.
"Abarai, if you do not stop being so paranoid," Byakuya began, jaw tightened with his irritation. "You will not be able to rest and therefore will not be able to properly train or defend yourself, if need be."
"I know, Taicho, I just got a weird feelin', ya know." Renji said eyes focused on the back of Byakuya's head.
"This war is most stressful for everyone involved on the defensive side of the battle." Byakuya said sharply, as if it were the obvious information it actually was.
"Yeah, but I got a feelin' 'bout tonight." The tattooed man explained looking about the walls as if to emphasize his suspicion.
"Abarai," Byakuya addressed him after a barely audible sigh escaped his lips. "The serietei is nearly impossible to infil--"
A loud yelp from behind interrupted the captain's assurances, Renji, of course. Byakuya's hand automatically went to the hilt of Senbonzakura, his eyes narrowing as his hand slipped and found nothing but air. Before he could turned to see the distress his lieutenant had gotten into, a pointed nose resting above a very feline like grin (if cats could smile) appeared before his eyes, followed by a face and body no doubt. Every loose garment or strand of hair on Byakuya fluttered in the sudden rush of wind.
"Lookin' fer this?" Senbonzakura's hilt covered the tanned nose and split the grin in two parts, as a voice not unlike his lieutenant's spoke. Byakuya's eyes snapped up, wide with shock, meeting the gaze of sea blue ones, outlined with a thick layer of teal make up and luscious yet curt, sky-blue eyelashes.
"How remarkable," Would have been his first thought had he the time.
"Come now, Kuchiki-Taicho," Voice husky and bored, a man requested behind him, hand placed on his shoulder. "No one wants to start a scuffle that can be easily avoided."
Byakuya did not answer, gathering his composure and taking in the appearance of the exotic blue-haired man in front of him. Said man simply grinned wider, an all-knowing expression firmly in place. He bounced his eyebrows suggestively, to which Byakuya lowered his own.
Shifting his feet to turn upon his lieutenant's position, feeling the large hand on his shoulder's grip tighten, Byakuya stilled.
"Please come with us," The man behind him requested again. "He'll be fine in a couple hours. He just needs to rest, for now."
An unsteady breath ran in and out of Byakuya's nostrils. He had no offensive strategy or weapon, and he was already in the enemy's grasp.
"How could you fall so low, Captain?" He mentally addressed himself. A captain should never find himself in such a situation. It was shameful. Moreover, not something that happened to a more than capable soul reaper on a regular basis.
Byakuya closed his eyes and breathed deep, moving to make a hand sign for kidou, his last resort. His eyes shot back open and he gasped in pain as something firm contacted the nape of his neck. He felt the exotic man's bare chest touch his face as his legs gave out; lids heavy with sudden fatigue, Byakuya lost the sight, sound, and feeling of his surroundings.
"Damnit."