Disclaimer: I do not own bleach, though I do wish I owned Kubo Tite. Then he could be my pet mangaka.

I have been a bleach fanboy for awhile now and I have lots of bleach dreams and I make little bleach fanfics so I thought I'd do this one, my most resent. The first chapter, I decided, was going to be third person limited: Kuchiki Byakuya, because he is out of the loop, so to speak, of the main characters. He won't know all the events or jokes, which leave the reader out as well, making you relate to him. I also wrote in a very formal style, with all formal names unless he addresses them otherwise in the manga. So basically when I write third person limited: Kurosaki Ichigo the writing will be more informal, same for the names. One more point the whole fic can be read altogether or individually

And so they were, the ten merry minstrels of love.

Kuchiki Byakuya was a leveled headed guy, follower of the rules, very rich. One could say he was many things, but right now he was just one. And that was very annoyed.

A few things had him raveled up. A very big one was his younger sister, Rukia. She had the tendency to disappear for a day or two, sometimes a week. Though, she technically wasn't really disappearing. Most likely all of Soul Society knew where she was. And that was to see an obnoxious, out spoken, over sized brat. Of course this is ignoring the fact that said brat was taichou level and could defeat him in battle. But he was still a brat and unworthy of any Kuchiki. But back to the point, this time she had gone too far! She has been in a leave of absence for two months. If it was anyone other then Kuchiki Rukia she would be AWOL. But then again she was a Kuchiki and anything involving Kuchiki's went straight to him.

But he knew exactly where she was. She was in a gigai, inside of a three roomed apartment, two blocks from the Kurosaki Clinic. That is where that orange haired brat decided to live for the last three years. And that is also where his sister is always found when visiting the human world. Every shinigami that knows Kurosaki visits here often, and the fire escape outside the window is common stop for anyone of them.

Almost none of the higher-ups complain about Kuchiki Rukia's absence, as long as she continues her shinigami duties, and Kurosaki doesn't get angry, everyone's happy. The sixth division taichou, of course, is not one of these happy people. He would rather his sister stay with him and not aimlessly follow the lanky menace of his nerves.

Another thing bothering him was that he had sent his fukutaichou, Abarai Renji, to retrieve her a week ago, and he has yet to return. He probably should have known better, he suspected that his Fukutaichou was visiting that severe, martial arts girl. They had begun training together when she started showing signs of high spiritual power, now he visits her every month. She even on occasion came to Soul Society to visit him. Sometimes she would come with one her other human friends to Soul Society, which would happen often if Inoue-san was training with his sister.

So it seems that his sister and his fukutaichou need to be gathered. And as he walked to the gate he decided this time he would take the matter into him own hands.

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Karakura was overly quiet that night as he quickly moved atop the roofs of the houses. As he passes the Kurosaki Clinic he noted the huge spiritual pressure emulating from the very walls.

"The younger Kurosaki's have gotten stronger as well." He said aloud to himself, as their spiritual power became completely engulfed by the much stronger power still two blocks away. And yet he could still faintly feel his sister's presence. He made a mental note to remind Yamamoto Taichou-sama to force Kurosaki to seal his spiritual power more efficiently.

He had reached the fire escape and landed calmly with ease and delicacy, though he had a feeling his mood would change dramatically in a matter of minutes. Everything looked the same since the last time he came a year ago, except there were now very odd rabbit inspired curtains. His sister's doing no doubt. He gently rapped on the window. This was received by a groan, rustling, then footsteps, the curtains shifting, a pause of soul recognition. Finally the window slid open and he was greeted with a,

"Yeah?" Kurosaki Ichigo said as rudely as ever. "What do you want?" knowing full well why the taichou of the sixth division was at his window. The taichou remained still and stared at the pest. He obviously just woke up, his hair was messier then usual, and he was wearing oddly colored shorts of some sort and a wrinkled shirt. His height was astonishing, he was maybe as tall as his Fukutaichou, and obviously taller than he, and had no idea how his sister managed with it.

"As of course I would have no reason to personally see you, you can obviously make an assumption to my visit." He said coldly.

"Now what would Byakuya want, that I have, that he would come to the human world in the middle of the night to get?" he said with a smirk on his face. While on the other hand Kuchiki was not sure to remind him not to address him so informally, or to just take out his zanpakutou and slice his head off.

"She is here isn't she?" he said very seriously with brotherly under tones.

"Of course she's here, where else would she be? Now be quiet or she'll wake up." Kurosaki added with concern.

"I do not appreciate these little field trips she's been taking here and I don't think you should encourage them." He said sounding like a worried parent.

"So I'm the bad guy, huh?" Kurosaki said with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Just get her." He said in a threatening manner. Kurosaki squinted his eyes and smirked as he replied,

"Suuure." Then shut the window and went back inside. Kuchiki leaned forward to listen inside the room. He heard footstep, rustling then silence. He raised an eyebrow to Kurosaki actions. But then he heard a tiny, very tired sounding voice,

"Ichigo? Who was that?" questioned the voice he knew was his sisters.

"No one important Rukia, go back to bed." He heard Kurosaki say. Then a very, very large vein popped onto the Taichou's forehead, "Kurosaki, that bastard!!" he cursed to himself.

He waited another moment before knocking on the window again, a little harder this time. There was the sound of sheets being thrown up and quick steps, he heard Kurosaki mumble an "I wouldn't if I were you." The door slide open, only for him to find his sister, not wearing nearly enough clothes. Well, underwear and what looked like one of Kurosaki's undershirts.

A look of horror and embarrassment smothered her face as she let a squeaky

"Nii-sama!?" followed by the window slamming shut and the roars of laughter from Kurosaki. His laughter was soon violently ceased, which lightened his mood a little, but only long enough for Rukia to reappear in a bathrobe. "I apologize for my discomposure Nii-sama, we were not expecting visitors."

"I see." He said as he evaluated her. He stared down at his much shorter sister and she averted her eyes and the moment was very, very awkward and silent. Kurosaki was lying on the floor, where he had just been pummeled. The silence appeared to be killing him.

"Hey Bya-kun!" he yelled with a crooked smile. "How about you come in for tea?" Kuchiki just stared at him for a moment, though angered by how he was addressed, the idea did not sound too appalling.

"I suppose that would be the civilized thing to do Kurosaki, considering you now have a guest." He said purposely trying to insult his sister's little pet. Kurosaki sat up and gave him a scornful look, which was returned with full force.

"Well then, I'll go prepare the tea!" Rukia said as she backed away from their intense staring contest. She then disappeared from the room.

"Have you seen my fukutaichou?" he said as he continued his vicious glare.

"Did ya try calling him?" Kurosaki said in a mocking tone.

"Of course why else would I belittle myself to ask you for help?" he responded sharply. Kurosaki rolled his eyes and stood up with a sigh.

"Hold on a second, they're probably still awake, it's the second Saturday of the month." He had no idea what happened on the second Saturday of the month but he wouldn't let Kurosaki notice his interest as he watched him walk towards the phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited for it to pick up. "Hey Tatsuki? It's me, is Renji there?...Ah huh…no, you don't have to put him on, but can you tell him to come over?...Ha! Really? Well get him dressed and drag his sorry ass down here, his beloved Tiachou's here…Yes, I'm serious…If you really want to, he's nothing but a stiff anyway" Kuchiki raised an eyebrow. "Okay hold on, RUKIA! BOIL MORE WATER, TATSUKI AND RENJI ARE COMING OVER!" He yelled to rukia in the kitchen.

"WHAT ABOUT ORIHIME, ISHIDA-KUN AND SADO-SAN?!" she yelled right back.

"HOLD ON! Hey, Tatsuki what about Orihime, Ishida and Chad…okay. SHE SAID THEY WENT HOME ALREADY!" he yelled to Rukia.

"OKAY, GOT I-"

"STOP YELLING" Kuchiki shouted, cutting Rukia off. Kurosaki looked at him like he had three heads then continued back to the phone.

"Anyway you two don't have to use shyunpo or anything, take your time okay?...See you in fifteen minutes." He put the phone down and looked at Kuchiki. "Get angry often?" he said slyly, which received him a death glare.

"Stop bickering" Rukia appeared at the door. "Nii-sama would you like to wait in the living room?" she said sweetly "Oh and get dressed Ichigo." She added harshly as she led her brother to the right down the hall to living room.

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Kuchiki Byakuya sat in their living room waiting for his sister to bring his tea and for his stupid fukutaichou to show up. It was a very odd living room it looked like two worlds had crashed into it. The large main couch was red with a large black stripe taking up a good meter in the center with little white stripes outlining the black. To the right of the couch was a fuzzy pink loveseat. It had throw pillow matching the bunny fabric from the curtain in the other room. To the left of the main couch, was a single chair that matched the loveseat. In the middle of the room was a nice little kotatsu. Considering how much the whole room clashed, it was very comfortable and surprisingly in harmony.

Kurosaki entered the room dressed and somewhat presentable. He pulled the main comforter off the kotatsu, folded it and put it in the closet in the hall. He came back and sat on the loveseat most-likely because Kuchiki sat right in the middle of the couch. He sprawled across the loveseat and stared at the ceiling as he waited for Rukia. Despite being almost twenty one he still seemed like the same load-mouthed boy that took Soul Society by storm to rescue his sister. It really is surprising how someone can bond to that extent in only a few months. But now, as hard as he tries not to notice, they have a completely different relationship.

He always noticed that they cared a great deal for each other, possible before they even noticed. But at one point in time they figured it out, he had a not so fond memory of about that time in there relationship. He remembered waking up one morning and looking out his balcony only to see Kurosaki Ichigo and his sister being overly friendly, on a bench, in the courtyard of the Kuchiki Estate. Needless to say this is not what a concerned brother wants to wake up to. Anyway he yelled a few choice words at them, which drove them away. Well, at least, they stopped kissing and Rukia dragged Kurosaki off to find a new spot, as Kurosaki let fly a spew of profanities about how he meddled too much. Back then that sort of thing was his problem, now he worries about if Rukia is going to come home one day and say she got married or something worse. Now that's headache inducing.

"Nii-sama, I brought the tea! Ichigo get your feet of the couch." Rukia said as she burst into the room, not looking at Kurosaki, just knowing his bad habits by heart. He puts his feet down and swings around to grab a cup, but is swatted away. "Ichigo, I haven't even put the tray down."

"She is correct, that show ill manners. It also often causes messes." He said supporting his sister. He simple snorts in retaliation and takes a cup after she does and they both sit together on the loveseat. "So how have you two been? You haven't been quarrelling more then usual have you?" He says starting a new conversation bound to strike nerves.

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" Kurosaki stared defensively.

"I'm waiting for when my sister will turn you out." He said coldly just to annoy him.

"Why you sorry son o-" The apartment buzzer cut Kurosaki off even before his sister silenced him with a fist. He stood up, rubbed his arm and answered the door. As he cracked the door the sound of his Fukutaichou's distanced yelp was heard, and the severe marshal arts girl came strolling in with him by the ear. Kuchiki then decided this girl maybe more interesting then previously thought.

"Please Tatsu-chan!?" he almost wailed.

"No! You lost, you will pay me in full or I will beat your ass to the ground while I force you to do house work…in the apron!" She yelled in such a menacing manner even Kurosaki looked like he felt bad for Renji.

"Tea, anyone?" Rukia asked in a casual manner.

"Oh sure." Said "Tatsu-chan".

"Oh, me too." Renji said as he got up from the ground. Everyone just got their tea and moved on to the couches. Kuchiki had no idea what just happened, nor could he even begin to wrap his mind around whether or not all this was normal.

"So, you're the infamous sixth division Taichou, Kuchiki Byakuya? Arisawa Tatsuki, it's a pleasure." She said as she bowed, and he acknowledged her. "So you're his boss." She said as she gestured to his fukutaichou.

"Yes, and you appear to be as well." He added. She grinned.

"What do you mean?!" she responded amiably as she slapped Renji on the back, making him jump. And just about everybody else.

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After about another half hour of being tormented yet simultaneously being entertained by "No please, call me Tatsuki-chan." Kuchiki Byakuya was ready to get to what he can to do Which was lecture, or beat up Kurosaki for most likely violating his sister the last two months. Which ever one he got to first.

This time he had gotten to the lecturing first, and so he lectured on the importance attendance, and how work must be done in an orderly and timely fashion. This was also the part where he wanted them to come back with him right now. But thanks to the charms of Tatsuki-chan that was changed to return to the Soul Society tomorrow at 6:00 pm sharp on you own accord. This was also about the time when Tatsuki-chan some how managed to convince Kuchiki to let Renji have the second and last Saturday and Sunday of every month off.

Kuchiki Byakuya left the human world at 1:15 in the morning. He had not accomplished anything he setout to do. He came back empty handed, and he barely got to insult Kurosaki. Thought for some reason he felt as if he enjoyed himself. He felt he knew a little bit more about people. Though overall he felt very strongly that he had just been ripped off.

Damn that human girl.