Another promptfic! Though this one is plunging headfirst into new territory for me. It's Ran/Bya!
Feilyn gave me the prompt Almonds...and well, below is the result.
Hope you enjoy!
"I wasn't aware you cooked."
Rangiku grinned and waved the sieve that she was about to clean, sneezing as flour flew everywhere. "It's technically baking, according to Yuzu. She gave me the recipe. And I'm a Rukongai brat remember? I can cook anything."
Byakuya coughed. Ever so subtly.
"Oh shut up. Here, I'll prove it to you. It's almost done anyway." She grabbed the end of his scarf and pulled him towards a chair. "Sit. Don't move."
He sighed, staring at the ceiling until she planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth and his gaze moved to the side, the tiniest of smiles playing on his lips.
Rangiku laughed and waltzed back over to the counter, grabbing a towel and pulling her baking from the stove. She slid a knife through the middle like Yuzu had told her to, and checked it for cake mixture. It came back clean, so she levered the edges of the cake away from the hot tin and left it to cool while she finished clearing the mess she had made.
"You know how to clean too?"
She flicked water at him. "Of course I do!"
He chuckled and she smiled before turning and cutting a slice of cake, shoving the plate in his direction. "Eat."
"Is it safe?"
She snarled and shoved her own forkful in his mouth. "Don't try to be a smart arse. You can't pull it off. Maybe you should spend some more time with the strawberry, he's the king of it after all. I'm sure Rukia won't mind."
Byakuya choked, and she burst out laughing. Idiot. He should have known by now that she loved rubbing Kurosaki's relationship with Rukia in his face. He really was stupid sometimes.
But she couldn't deny that she loved him, despite his flaws. His complete lack of faith in her survival skills for one. Not to mention his distaste for her sake habit (which was back in full swing now that the war was over), her friends (she would have thought he was jealous, if it weren't for the fact he was a noble and they supposedly felt nothing) and her zanpakutou (she had a sneaking suspicion that this was because Haineko left a rather impressive mark on his arse last time they sparred.).
He still wore that ridiculous Kenseikan - his fifth since she had first broken it - and still spoke like he had a plum in his mouth, but the Strawberry was helping her rectify that. He also had a rather nasty habit of complaining thoroughly behind closed doors about said Strawberry's last round of tonsil hockey outside Fifth that he had witnessed while on the way home.
But that was to be expected. He had been raised by soft-cock nobles who didn't even know the meaning of tonsil hockey after all. In fact, it was only because of Yoruichi's influence on his training that he could even use a zanpakutou. The soul slayer, that was. She was hoping he was self taught in the other department.
But there was one thing that the nobles had no influence on, that Rangiku found highly amusing - and that was the fact that Kuchiki Byakuya, Sixth Division Taichou of the Gotei 13 and leader of the Kuchiki Clan was defenceless in the face of one thing.
And it wasn't her.
An allergy. Of all the things that could try to cripple this man (and there were quite a few) nuts were the only thing that she had ever seen floor him. Apart from her walking around the mansion naked.
It was a good thing that it was only a lemon almond cake.
Rangiku glanced at her lover, who was still choking and was beginning to turn an interesting shade of green.
"Oh, shit."
I'm not sure how that went. Hope you enjoyed though, and have the time to leave a review!