Yo, everyone. KawaiiBerry-Kun here... with the first story on this stupid account. Anyway... this is the side-story and a bit of back-story to what's going on with Reikyū in my sister's story, Time Traveler's Life. She told me she was busy with the other, and the computer troubles, so she's having me type it... Yay... *sarcastic finger circling as if it were a flag*

Let's get this shit over with...

Bleach is not mine, but Kubo Tite's. If it were mine, THE NEW ARK IN THE MANGA WOULDN'T BE THERE. that is all.

Summary: Let's go into the past to see what really happened to our favorite Narcoleptic Shinigami, Reikyū, and what it is that he avoids telling anyone about.

Warning: May contain spoilers for my sister's Fanfic, Time Traveler's Life. I suggest reading it if you have the chance. You don't? Go read it anyway.

It was a bright and cheerful day at the Kuchiki manor. Servants were running around, cleaning up and preparing for the day's dinner, and Kuchiki Ginrei had decided he would stop by to see how his grandsons were doing. Beside him, his youngest grandson, Ryūrei, was clutching at his hakama pants, his drowsy gray eyes blinking at the passing scenery of the Kuchiki courtyard.

Byakuya stood in the middle of the open space, a wooden bokken in his pale hands. He was in his slightly different Academy uniform, the sleeves rolled up so they were out of the way. He was practicing his Zanjutsu forms, and he was sweating just a bit from exertion. Ginrei walked up to his only other grandson and nodded his head.

"Impressive, you've been working hard, Byakuya!" Byakuya sighed and wiped away the droplets of sweat running down his face. He smiled and ran over to his grandfather.

"Grandfather, I see you're visiting the Manor!" he called and looked down at his grandfather's side. His smile disappeared and an indifferent look overcame his features. "What are you doing up?" Ryūrei shuffled his feet, glancing at the ground below them.

"I wanted to see Byakuya-Nii-Sama..." he frowned and Ginrei set his hand on the young boy's head.

"Byakuya, be nicer to your brother." He frowned as well. "Even in his current state, he's still a child, and he will be curious." Byakuya looked up at him and nodded.

"Alright, Grandfather. I'll be nicer." he said as if he was given an order. Ryūrei looked up and smiled brightly.

"Is Byakuya-Nii-Sama training to be like Granddaddy?" He asked with all the cuteness that a six-year-old Kuchiki could muster (which for this particular Kuchiki... was quite a lot). "I wanna train as well!"

"No, Ryūrei." Byakuya firmly stated. "You're too young, too weak, and too unstable." To that Ginrei nodded.

"It may seem unfair now, Ryūrei, but it's the truth. Maybe in a few years." He patted the boy's head, whom just frowned and yawned, starting to fall asleep clinging to Ginrei's leg. "By the way, Byakuya, can you finish up today's training?" He asked, picking up the now-asleep Ryūrei "You have a guest." Byakuya looked at his grandfather with a surprised sort of look.

"A guest?" he blinked as a woman's breasts pressed against his cheek, a look of pure irritation evident on his face. "So it was you, Were-Cat!" he exclaimed, swinging his bokken at her, as she just laughed and flipped away.

"Calling me a were-cat's not a very nice greeting, Bya-bo! And with how loud you're being, you're gonna wake your brother up." she chimed. "To think I came here to play with you!"

"Silence!" he shouted, scowling at her. "When have I cared about my brother waking up? And since when did I ask for you to come and 'play'?" Ryūrei rubbed his eyes and turned to watch the exchange, still half asleep. "Besides, I'm the next head of the Kuchiki family, I don't need to play!"

"Really?" Yoruichi asked, shunpoing over to steal his ribbon, earning an amused giggle from the youngest Kuchiki. As his hair fell down, Byakuya swung the bokken again at her.

"Bitch!" he shouted as she shunpoed up onto the roof, waving the ribbon back and forth as if it were a flag, laughing.

"I fear for the future of the Kuchiki family if a little girl can steal your hairband while just playing!" she teased as Byakuya glared at her, seemingly with the full intent to kill.

"Don't you dare move, Shihōin Yoruichi! I'll use my shunpo to-"

"Run, Yoru-Chan! Run!" Ryūrei squealed, seeing this as a game. "Don't let him get it!" he smiled as Yoruichi just laughed.

"Kuchiki Byakuya, you lost~" She chimed and seemingly vanished. A dark aura then emanated from the next head.

"I see..." He said, head low as he started to stand up straight. "You both want to really tick me off!" His grip on the bokken tightened. "Very well. Then I will have to show her... that my shunpo surpassed hers long ago! And then I'll deal with you, Ryūrei!" he shouted as he shunpoed off, Ryūrei burying his face into Ginrei's haori from the small gust of wind that came, then blinked up at his Grandfather, whom just sighed.

"My, my. Byakuya would improve greatly if he didn't get worked up so easily." he commented and patted Ryūrei's head.

"He's not gonna hurt Yoru-Chan, right?" The youngest Kuchiki exclaimed, and Ginrei just smiled reassuringly.

"No, he's never going to catch her." He chuckled. "Come on, let's head inside."

"Yeah! Maybe we can eat chocolates together! Or draw!" The young boy chimed as his grandfather carried him inside.

"Haha! I'll think about it." The Kuchiki head laughed at how different the two brothers were, opening up the door and stepping in with his youngest grandson.

That was a long time ago... maybe sixty years... give or take. I still hate that name. Ryūrei. I haven't gone by that name for a very long time, ever since I ran away... and met Shūhei. I've gone by a different name, one he gave me, that other man, the one with the brown hair and the kind eyes. Hakusha Reikyū. That's my name now. I will never go by my old name again, and hopefully I won't have to see him ever again.

I'm writing this down so that after I'm gone, people can understand. Byakuya is- no, he was my brother, but now, I just go on in life. I wonder if he even misses me? I doubt it. He hated me. According to him, it was my fault that mother was dead. She died giving me life, although it's a bit fractured. And then Father... I don't really remember him. He was killed a few days after I was born. Byakuya probably blames that on me as well. He blames everything on me. I bet he also blames Hisana's death on my vengeful spirit! HA! Well, good riddance to him. I'm going to just continue this path that I'm on and hope to god I don't have to deal with him ever again.

Yeah... there we go. Perfectly retarded, I know. But a little bit fun to write. Hell, I think I'll continue this. If there's any confusion, just ask. I'll see if I can explain it a bit better.

So... I'll try to get the chapters out... at least once a month. Sound good? Good. Not good? Too god-damn fucking bad, that's what i'm doing.

KB-Kun Out.