Title: Birthday Pink
Author: Akuni
Genre: Humour, Crack
Rating: PG
Pairing/characters used: Renji & Ichigo, Byakuya, Yachiru
Notes: Written for Byakuya's birthday
Warning(s): None really.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, I'm just borrowing it for a while.
Dedication: For Byakuya and all his fans. :)

A/N: Written for Kuchiki Byakuya's birthday. Collaborative effort with Sekra. Visit this link to my LJ to see the artwork she did that accompanies this little fic. http:// pics. livejournal. com/ akuni/ pic/ 0000wsbr/


Birthday Pink

"Quit shovin', I was here first!"

"Here he comes!"

"Shh, he'll hear ya!"

"Get back!"

Two brightly coloured heads smacked together with a dull thump as the pair scooted out of sight around the doorway just in time. The gentle stirring of air held the faint scent of cherry blossoms as near-silent footsteps whispered in the hall.

"I do not wish to be disturbed for the remainder of the evening." The smooth voice was a cool ripple in the stillness of the empty mansion.

"Yes, Kuchiki-sama." The servant scurried away.

The head of the noble Kuchiki family stepped soundlessly into his personal chambers, not bothering to close the door since the entire wing would have been emptied within minutes of his arrival. He started to remove his haori as he headed for his desk, but stopped dead in his tracks before he'd even gotten one arm out.

There was a very large cake in the middle of his desk.

"Why is there a cake in my room?" he asked the air in bewilderment.

The cake erupted in a shower of pink icing, splattering the walls, the papers on the desk, and the Sixth Division captain himself.

"TADA!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BYA-KUN!"

Kuchiki Byakuya stared in stunned disbelief as a small person in an eye blindingly bright gold sequined body suit sprang out of the ruins of the cake. All nobility was abandoned in his shock as he gaped soundlessly at the sparkling, icing-coated Eleventh Division lieutenant bouncing around his chambers.

"Are we gonna play now?" Yachiru chirped happily.

Muffled snickers and a flash of garish red and orange from the hallway put an immediate end to all of his wondering and confusion. Byakuya regarded the tiny, golden-suited figure soberly for a long minute. The corners of his eyes creased imperceptibly as he drew his zanpakutou.

"Renji… Kurosaki…" he called softly. He released the restraints he normally held on his reiatsu as the two scapegraces shot past the door to his chambers. Byakuya took no small satisfaction in the fact that the enormous spirit pressure caused the miscreants to stumble in their mad dash for freedom. Oddly enough, the pink-haired demon that was suddenly perched on his shoulder seemed unaffected as he flash stepped to intercept the guilty duo.

Abarai Renji and Kurosaki Ichigo skidded to a stop as he appeared in front of them.

"K..k..kuchiki-taichou, wait, we can explain!" Renji held his hands up desperately.

Ichigo planted one hand on his hip and waved the other nonchalantly. "C'mon Byakuya, it's just a joke, don't get your panties in a twist."

Byakuya's eyes went flat.

"Chire…"

They fled.

"Their shunpo is getting much better," Byakuya mused. He wiped a smear of frosting off his cheek and licked it absently. Strawberry. Of course.

He went back into his room to survey the damage. There were chunks of cake everywhere. Byakuya craned his neck to look at the tiny terror on his shoulder who was munching happily on the blobs of cake clinging to his robes.

"Would you like some tea with our cake?" he offered his guest.

END