Title: Six Six S-x
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Pairing: Ukitake Jyuushiro/ Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating: T
Spoilers: Past the Soul Society/Rescue Rukia arc
Notes: ONE-SHOT

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Ukitake Jyuushiro woke up surprisingly energetic despite his health, surprisingly at ease despite his naked body beneath a single bed sheet. The sunlight crept through the small slits and holes of a curtain that clothed the adjacent window. The morning murmured sounds of shuffling, chirping, whispering. Carelessly Jyuushiro sat up, letting the sheet drip down to the bottom of his stomach, yawning and scratching his disheveled silver mane. He wore a languid smirk that many said would suit him well if he weren't so humble. On the bedside table lay a cup of orange juice (freshly squeezed, he could tell).

"Honestly. You were supposed to leave immediately afterwards, not fall asleep." Kuchiki Byakuya stated coldly, sitting at a desk in the opposite side of the room. He left his Shinigami apparel untied, left his genseikan on the desk. The Kuchiki heir left a slit of his torso bare, left his hair slightly tousled. Despite all this Byakuya still retained an air of dignity, having turned his chair towards Jyuushiro to silently watch the man wake. He leaned on one side of his body as his chin rested on a hand whose elbow rested on the desk.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Byakuya! I'm not so good at all this sneaking around," Jyuushiro smiled sheepishly, happily taking the cup and sipping with both hands. The room briefly had the tart fragrance of oranges and sex.

"I'll remember that the next time you act out a planned interference for the next execution."

"You're such a spoiled brat, you know that," Jyuushiro pointed a capricious finger at him, then pat his chin with it. "Just call it...ahhh...a peaceful conference between two respectable captains discussing the outlook of Soul Society."

"And then you fell asleep."

"Well I am sick. Makes sense to let me have the bed, doesn't it?" He shrugged, put the cup on the table, and casually left the bed to take his clothes from the floor and put it on. "Ah, my adjutants must be looking for me right now. To be honest I'd much rather stay here instead."

"Hm, 13 is quite the unlucky number," Byakuya jested placidly, starting the meticulous task of donning his genseikan, giving most of his visual attention to a mirror.

"Well...so is 6 three times in a row." Jyuushiro lifted his hair from the inside of his robes, carrying out the finishing touches of his professional appearance.

"Hm," Byakuya grunted. After a couple of minutes, he paused, stopped what he was doing, and looked back at the 13th division captain with a curious, frigid stare.

"You said six, right?"