Well... I felt like writing something with an actual plot so... here it is. Not sure about it yet.
First fanfic that has a plot so if this crashes and burns well... don't be too surprised. But don't give up on me yet. I'm trying.
Right... for those of you who are reading Hidden Camera I am not going to stop updating. It's probably going to be less frequently updated than this one, but that's nothing new. It's going to be my crack story. This is going to be seriousish. Maybe.
If I owned Bleach would I be posting stuff on fanfiction? No. Am I posting bleach fics on fanfiction? Yes. So do I own Bleach? No. No profit was made.
Warning: OOC, OC, Yaoi (but no lemons), blood (come on, it's Bleach), and an extremely hyperactive little kid. Now don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyways... On with the story. Like anybody actually read the A/N.
Most people thought that Byakuya Kuchiki, 28th head of the great Kuchiki clan and captain of squad six of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads simply didn't care. They were wrong. Everybody in the Seireitei knew him as a cold, distant man. Most thought of him as inhuman. This was not true. Byakuya Kuchiki was more human than anybody he knew. He wasn't perfect, and he admitted it. Many thought that Byakuya didn't care for, or about anybody or anything. This was also untrue. Byakuya Kuchiki cared very much about many things.
He cared about his division more than anything. He knew the name of every single person there, from the quietest unseated officer to his loud, brash Vice-Captain. He knew what the people loved, and protected, and protected it too, whenever possible. He knew that shy little Yuki had an older sister in the thirteenth division, and a pet cat named Aiko. He knew that Kaname, the newest recruit, and also one of the loudest people that Byakuya had ever met had a grandma in the Rukon district who was mostly blind and liked cabbage soup. He knew everybody's strengths and weaknesses, knew what they needed to improve, and what they were good at. He watched, and he learned, and he cared. But he never showed any of it.
Most thought that Byakuya wanted everybody in his division to be perfect. That was untrue. He knew that it was an impossible dream, and also knew that it was undesirable. He wanted everybody in his division to keep trying, to keep pushing for a goal, to keep pulling themselves up, and reaching for the next rung. He kept them at it because he knew that most wouldn't keep trying if somebody else wasn't pushing them to do it.
It was the belief of many that Byakuya prized the law above all else. This was only partially true. He was very strong in his beliefs that the law was there for a reason, but was constantly pushing back a rebellious attitude that urged him to do what he wanted for a change. He also had to stop and think occasionally about the real reason for the rules set in place, and debate them silently within himself.
Everybody thought that they knew everything about them. In truth, nobody knew anything about him. They thought he was cold, unemotional, unapproachable, uncaring, lacking in compassion and kindness. They thought him incapable of love, of feeling. They thought of him as somebody to stay as far away from as possible, while watching in awe. He wasn't any of these things. Behind his gray eyes, a whirl of emotions danced, kept in place by a carefully made mask, built up over many, many years. Byakuya was lonely, loyal and kind. He cared for everybody that he came into contact with. He had loved Hisana. He loved Rukia as a sister. He had loved his parents, strict though they were, and his grandfather. He was sarcastic, and temperamental, and he had a brilliant sense of humour. Behind the mask he laughed, he cried, he screamed, he loved, he cared, and he mourned. But the mask remained in place, because he was a Kuchiki, and he had to follow the model left for him.
He didn't have to fold to the model that he was supposed to anymore. Nobody was left to tell him off. But he did. For the sake of the Kuchiki clan. He supposed that he'd have to name an heir too, but he wasn't looking forward to that.
Byakuya cared about the honour of the Kuchiki clan. He cared about the well-being of his little sister, and the health of Ukitake. He cared about his rowdy Vice-Captain, and the various people who looked upon him as 'Captain'. But he stayed behind the mask, hiding. Not for fear of what he would find if he discarded it, but because he couldn't discard it. For the benefit of the Kuchikis, he had to stay the way that he was. So Byakuya Kuchiki suffered silently. Until his new third seat, Kaili entered his life, nobody had ever seen through the mask. But, young as she was, Kaili found the man underneath without even trying.
She was nothing like anything the Sixth Division had ever seen before. She was bouncy and fun, and yet serious and determined. She completed all of her work early, and then went and found more. She would stop to talk to anybody in the hallway, and would break up fights about things that she didn't understand, between people that she didn't know without undermining anybody. She was like everybody's little sister, and anybody in the Sixth Division would give their lives for her, and yet she was quite capable of taking care of herself.
And Byakuya found that he cared about her too. She was like the sun in his lonely existence. She was always there, and promised always to be there. Nobody else could've bound together two people like she had. Nobody else would've even tried.
Renji Abarai was the complete opposite of his stoic captain. He wore his heart on his sleeve. He was loud, and expressive. He laughed when he wanted to, frowned when he had to, and cried if he needed to- although that last one was always done in private. Everybody knew him and everybody liked him. Where Byakuya was cold, Renji was warm. Where Byakuya was unapproachable, Renji was very approachable. While Byakuya was sitting at home alone on Friday nights, Renji was out partying with a group of friends so big that sometimes they had to split up into two bars. The two were like the earth and the moon. One distant and cold but very pretty to look at, and the other very much there and beautiful in a very different way. And they would have stayed that way if it weren't for Kaili, the sun.
She joined them, pulled them together. She made them realize that what they needed was each other. She was there, always there, and she always knew what needed to be done, despite her young age.
The three of them, Byakuya, Renji, and Kaili. Captain, Vice Captain and Third Seat. The Moon, the Earth and the Sun.
Um... Tell me what you think? It's just the intro, so there'll be the start of an actual story later, but I was trying for a sort of professional sound. Did I fail epically? I think I might've.
Please review =) If it sucks, tell me and I'll try to improve!
Oh, and hugs and cookies to anybody who actually read this far! Thank you!