"Ne, Byakuya-tan," Ichimaru remarked cheerfully one day, grinning more than usual in anticipation of the sport to come, ""Why d'ya wear them poncy hairclip things, 'nyway?"
The captain of the sixth division stiffened in regal offense. "The kenseikan are a treasured heirloom within the Kuchiki clan, passed down from generation to generation. I would not expect a former Rukongai brat to understand."
"Ah, so tha'ss why! I jes' thought they migh' be ter keep yer hair outta yer face, otherwise you'd look a bit emo with tha' pale skin o' yours."
There was a frosty silence.
"...Emo."
Ichimaru's smile widened exponentially. "Oh, sure! Slit yer wrists, lis'sen ter screamy music, wear real thick eyeliner?"
"I take this as a personal insult."
"Write sappy poetry 'bout how ev'ryone hates ya?"
Byakuya stood up abruptly. "Get out."
"Aww, did I hurt yer feelin's?" The silver-haired Shinigami cooed with false concern, the smirk on his face belying any impression of remorse. "Don't go cuttin' yerself 'cos of wha' I said, now."
"Get out of my office!"
A snickering Ichimaru did as he was told. Byakuya slowly sat back down, taking a moment to curb his irritation. He would revenge himself on the captain of the third division later with a few well-placed remarks in the right ears about how strange it was that Ichimaru seemed to be somewhat lax in filing his paperwork as of late. Ichimaru Gin would not be smiling so widely when he found himself snowed under with a week's worth of forms to sign and date. In triplicate.
Oh, Byakuya. So unimaginative... just like my title. XD
Ok so it might be a bit of a lame ending but it was the best I could come up with. -insert blushing face here- And let it be known that I have nothing against emos. :D
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~Featherz