Title: Words of Deception
Pairings: This chapter contains slight Gin/Byakuya
Rating: M
Warnings: There is also slight OOC (sorry), language, some errors, and slightly rushed
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach Tite Kubo does.
He was carried into the 1st Division, his eyes falling on the man who was before him, Yamamoto-Genryuusai Shigekuni, the man who was about to decide his fate. His minds went back to what happened last night. The broken window, the documents, the voices as he ran, it all ignited his blood as he tried to make off with the documents, he wound up being stopped only feet away from the 5th Division.
Ichimaru Gin, the child prodigy had done something that no one had expected of someone his age. He had broken into the 6th Division and tried to run off with all of the secrets. He was going to be lucky if he got out of this with his life. He entered the room, his commanding officer sitting in the seat next to the general. Gin didn't feel the fear that most officers felt as they were pulled into these chambers. He didn't sweat. His breathing didn't rise. His heart didn't stop. He felt as if he was home all over again. It didn't faze him.
"Ichimaru Gin," Yamamoto called out as the child was brought closer. "Breaking into the 6th Division and trying to steal important documents. How do you plead about this?"
Gin didn't think, he had nothing to hide. There was no denying the fact that he had caused pain to the Kuchiki house. He looked into the general's eyes and spoke the truth. There were no lies, there were no embellishments, there was only what he had truly felt in his heart.
"I was caught wasn't I?" he asked, his voice curt. "So I must have caused that degree of pain."
Yamamoto shook his head as he looked into the young shinigami's eyes. "That's a crime punishable by death."
"Then I guess you must bring death to me," Gin stated.
There was no denying it; the boy was going to die. He was aware that it was his time to go. There was no one who ever survived the wrath of Yamamoto and was able to weasel his way out of it alive. He closed his eyes tighter as a wider smile rolled across his face. It was so sweet ot hear the torture that had been going through the soul Society. It was time to face the music.
"Wait just a moment, soutaichou," Aizen breathed as he looked at Yamamoto, Gin starting to breathe again. "There's no reason to kill him, is there?"
Gin looked at the captain. There had to be something that was cooking inside of that brain of his. Aizen Sousuke was never one to think of his subordinates. There was only one reason why he would even look at him. It was all part of a plan. He looked deeper at the captain as he realized that he was coming up with a plan, something only Gin could do.
"Couldn't he instead pay his dues off to the Kuchiki household in a different way?" Aizen asked as he looked at the prodigy. "Maybe he could work as their servant and pay off the damage that he caused with physical labor. His death would do nothing for them."
Aizen, the man who had forced Gin to break in the first time was now giving him permission to go in again. An inside job, something only his previous screw-up would be able to permit. Gin smiled. It wasn't a mistake after all.
Yamamoto nodded as he looked at the young shinigami. "I will allow it. But one more crime within those walls and I will not hesitate to take your head."
Gin nodded as he watched the old man get up and start to leave the premises. Aizen walked closer as the general left, a smile on his face. There was a feeling of discomfort inside of Gin's body as he watched the captain come closer to him. He knew that it was do or die. Succeed or it was his head, not Aizen's. It was all on him.
"Don't screw up this time," Aizen hissed. "I won't be able to save your ass next time…"
Gin looked up at the captain as a smile rolled across his face. "I won't…"
As Aizen left, an uneasy feeling pulsated through Gin's body. It was do or die, no time for mistakes. He was going to get those documents. They were going to destroy the Soul Society hand in hand. Nothing was going to stop them.
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Gin walked through the gateway walking toward the manor that had belonged to the Kuchiki family. It was the most illustrious place that he had ever seen. The fountains were overflowing; the water so clear as the plum blossoms fell into the liquid creating growing ripples. The air was so crisp, his lungs nearly constricting with the sense of clean that was rolling through him. It was the most beautiful place that he had ever seen. He walked deeper thinking of his task. Steal the documents, overthrow the Soul Society. He had no time to do anything else.
He finally arrived at the door, seeing Kuchiki Ginrei before him. Kuchiki was not only the head of the household; he was also the captain of the division that he had broken into. Gin knew that this man had wanted to destroy him at the first chance that he got, but Yamamoto bent to every one of Aizen's words. As he looked into the old man's eyes all he saw was the hate that was deep within him. The despair that he caused them would have been gone with his death.
"You must be the shinigami that tried to overthrow us," Kuchiki stated in a flat voice as he didn't even look at Gin.
Gin was like an ant to him, nothing but a pest that had escaped death. He was a fly in a spider web, he was their prey. Every step that man took was sucking the life out of Gin's body. Kuchiki Ginrei was the real deal; his reiatsu was enough to make him want to melt where he stood. This was going to be harder then he thought. One slight mistake and he would lose his head.
"You are not a guest; you are not anything to me. You are a servant. Your job is to prepare meals and take care of the upkeep of the manor. I won't tolerate mistakes," Kuchiki explained as Gin moved behind him. "You are not to talk to any of the people in the manor by referring to them by their name. Not without formalities. I am not Kuchiki, I am Kuchiki-taichou. You are not to forget that."
Gin continued to walk forward as he looked around the manor. The surroundings were completely new to him. They were way better then what Gin was used to coming up. It was a dog eat dog world for him, only the strongest were allowed to keep their skin. This was different. It was a rich life. It was a life like he had never seen before, and thought he would never see. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath.
He then opened his eyes as he heard footsteps in the courtyard, a boy walking through. His eyes were fixated on him. He was more different than anyone he had ever laid eyes on. His skin was as white as porcelain, his long ebony locks resembling black silk. His eyes were the deepest shade of grey that he had ever seen in his life. He felt his body boiling deeper than he had ever felt before. He was beautiful beneath those plum blossoms.
"Who's that?" Gin asked as he looked at the boy.
"That is my grandson Byakuya, you are not to talk to him," Kuchiki breathed as he continued to walk forward.
Gin sighed as he heard those words taking one last look at the boy underneath the blossoms. His name was Byakuya, and he was the most beautiful thing Gin had ever seen. He was worth getting his head cut off for.
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He sighed as he was given his first task: preparing their dinner. Sweat rolled down his face as he looked at the environment around him. He had never been in a kitchen before. He had never felt this heat. He closed his eyes deeper as he tried to think of the mission. The sooner he got through this the sooner he could go to the library where the documents were. All he had to do was keep his distance from Byakuya.
The door then opened as Byakuya walked through the door. Gin froze as he looked at him, thinking of what Kuchiki said: he had to stay away from him.
"What are you doing in the kitchen?" Gin asked.
Byakuya looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "Who do you think you're talking to?"
Gin sighed as he remembered what the rules were. "I'm sorry, Byakuya-sama."
Byakuya laughed as he heard those words. "You're so uptight. You don't need to refer to me like that… you can call me Byakuya, don't listen to my grandfather…"
Gin looked deeper into those eyes taking a deep breath as he felt as though he should introduce himself. "Ichimaru Gin, of the 5th Division."
"5th division, so you're a shinigami," Byakuya smiled. "Why are you in the kitchen?"
"I made a mistake," Gin breathed, not wanting to tell him the whole story.
Byakuya laughed again as he looked at him. "Well no mistakes can be made here. So I'll try to help you as much as you want. I'll keep my grandfather off of you…"
Gin looked into Byakuya's eyes, he trusted him. He took a deep breath as he thought back to the mission. Kuchiki Ginrei had to be distracted. Gin closed his eyes and smiled. This boy could be of use to him.
This was the first chapter to a story that has nothing to with Falling Petals. This was rushed and there are some errors, but the story will get better as it goes on. Hope you enjoy it.