Hellooooo it's Loveless! Um..this is my first fanfiction/drabble…so bear with me please. -_-''
Every day it would be this way.
Stare at his captain, train, stare at his captain, paperwork (ugh), and finally, wonder how to better himself. He'd stare dejectedly at his paperwork at the end of the tedious workday, and despite his captain's orders, he wouldn't even attempt at doing the paperwork. He'd pore over the ways to improve his situation, for himself, but most of the time for his captain. Why? He'd like to know himself. He'd adore knowing why he noticed his captain's small facial expressions. He'd love knowing why he could identify him from his mere scent. (Cherry blossoms and lavender.) When he saw his captain satisfied, he could feel the feeling of warmth rush into him, a slight blush tinging his tan cheeks. However, even the slightest reprimand or dissaproval could make that horrible cold feeling wash over him. The feeling caused by those ever-icy, foggy grey eyes that could bore holes through the redheads frame. Why did he notice this? Even more…why did he care? Renji Abarai, the joking, boisterous man from Rukongai, used to be in 11th company, the tatooed-like- a-yakuza fiend, could simply turn to jelly with one angry look from his captain. It confused him, angered him, and saddened him at the same time. Zaraki would strangle him with a chain if he knew. One of the number one rules for 11th(there were about twenty) was NEVER to show any weakness. Oh well, he blew that during the conspiracy with Aizen, almost crying in front of Kurosaki. Crap, another memory of his captain, as he looked down on him during their battle, eyes unwavering until that last strike. When Renji had stabbed his chest, he swore something in Byakuya Kuchiki's eyes flashed with a slight was he warmth. Or was that the blood messing with his vision as he finally fell onto the scarlet-splattered ground? Whenever that scarf was placed on his back, he felt a pang of pride, a reminder that somehow, somehow, he had triumphed in a small way. Renji stared at his paperwork, and for the umpteenth time today, thought, 'What can I do?' He turned slightly in his seat, glancing at the older Kuchiki's back. Byakuya, never oblivious to anything, turned, daggers in his eyes.
"Abarai."
"…Yes Taichou?"
"Finish that paperwork so we can both retire for the night."
He sighed inaudibly. Paperwork.
"Of course Taichou."
For now, he could merely follow orders and do all his captain asked, but that question would still be on his mind: 'What can I do?'
…Was it bad? Please R&R so I know!
-Yuki
