Title:
1234.
Characters/Pairings:
Implied ByaxVal.
Length:
Around 450
Rating:
+16
Warnings:
None.
Summary:
You find entertainment in cotton-filled rabbits.
.White versus Black.
Her protests had been in vain attempt; hands lavished with fake mahogany fur and polka dotted wrapped baggies.
Within the Captain's meeting hall, she stood with a perplexed look carved upon her angelic features. Before her, a mountain of stuffed animals and foreign candies of which she's never heard of, take up a good majority of the room. From the entrance, she hears Toushiro complaining about all the 'useless objects' pilling before him. Which was followed by an exasperated shout at a fellow Captain. She wasn't sure whether to be eccentric, thrilled or downright embarrassed.
"Here, take this one - oh, and this one!"
Two rainbow bags were tossed into the pile as Jushiro grinned, snowy hair taking hold of his shoulders like a protective cloak from the stares he was receiving. She stood, golden strands of hair being fiddled with anonymous ribbons and barrettes from nowhere. Behind her, the ever so silent snort of emotion filled the air and she turned her head to spy on Byakuya, displeasure dancing in his darkened orbs. She allows her lips to perk upwards momentarily. To her right, an egger Captain is all but latching onto her with compliments of praise and how alike the two must be.
"I wish I had a daughter who was as cute as you," he squealed, grabbing a hold of Toushiro from the blue. "You'd make such a lovely sister to him."
The fellow white haired Shinigami barks back. "I am not your son! And hell no - that bubbly blonde will not be my sister!"
She laughs despite herself and inches towards Byakuya, his apathetic expression not changing in the least as she holds up several bears. For a moment, his onyx pools breeze past the many figurines, mentally taking account of each and every one of them in some kind of silent disgust. She grins toothily, allowing herself to show off that she knows he can't stand it.
"You find entertainment in cotton-filled rabbits." it was perceived more of a statement then a question.
Her face puffs out with a giggle and she nods eagerly, resembling that of Orihime when she talks about some strange delicacy only known to her and Rangiku.
"Oui," she chirps, "So very, very much. Look, there's - how many? One, two, three and --"
And as she continues her little strive to annoy him with counting stuffed panda bears and whatnot, what truly aggravates him is the tall, ageing luminous haired man who is continuing to hand off gifts to her like it hadn't cost him a yen, nor did it seem to trouble him in doing so. For a moment, she pauses in thought to glance at her lover. Even though his face flashed with nothing, she could only guess his true thoughts.
White-haired bastard.
Fin.
