A/N: Story Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor...the change occurred as of three days ago when I received some thrilling ideas I'd like to bring out her. Plus, I thought it would make better chapters. :P Big thanks to: kudokuchan69 and Madara74 for reviewing!


Venomously Attractive

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C H A P T E R T W O

Quite Misleading


Making…tea? Ren had never come across such a feat. She stood in front of the ingredients random division members had pointed out for her earlier. She didn't ask for specific instruction, because she wanted to do something for…that man. Even thinking about it made a chill run down her spine. She was lying to herself on purpose to make it seem like a more rewarding job than a lesson. She didn't need to learn from anything. All she had to do was find a way to get her uncle to reconsider before he kicked her out of the manor…

She shuddered suddenly and turned around. There was no one around. What the hell? She thought, angrily. She turned her head back to the tea. She tried remembering how to make it. No, she tried to recall ever witnessing tea being brewed. There was hot water involved, but how was she supposed to boil water? The door slid open and she looked back to see a brown-haired woman entering the room. "You," Ren said, staring at the woman.

Baffled, the woman looked at her. "Excuse me?" she inquired.

"Captain Ichimaru asked for you to brew some tea for him," Ren stated, hoping she'd fall for that.

"Oh, really, then, I'll get to it." Novice, she said, moving away from the counter to watch exactly what the woman did. Ren leaned against the wall, watching her boil water on a kettle over an open fire. It was quite interesting…it was that easy. After the water was boiled she poured powder into it…Ren drifted off into a daydream, ignoring the finishing progress.

"Excuse me?"

Ren looked at the girl. "Yes?" She smiled.

"Did he ask for me to take it to him?"

"That's fine, you've done your part, I'll take care he gets it," Ren replied, taking the tray out of her hands.

"Thank you," she said.

"No, thank you." Ren grinned, leaving before the other woman. She made her way back towards Gin's office, trying to balance the tray in both hands, but it was difficult. She could see the entrance to his office just a few swift steps away, but before she could make it, she hit the back of her ankle with her other foot. She tripped, dropping the tray and slamming her face on the ground.

"Bloody fuck!" she cursed. She hoped she didn't say that too loud as she pulled herself to her knees. She stared at the spilled tea and thankfully, the cup didn't break. She pulled the items on the tray carefully and stared at the maroon-colored liquid on the ground. She pulled out white rag and swept over the puddle, and then she squeezed it over the cup. She continued the process until the cup was full. It was still warm, so she hoped he wouldn't mind that she mopped it off the floor. She stood up with the tray in her hands and walked towards his office after disposing of the now-soiled rag.

She knocked and heard him answer. Ren entered, watching him lean back on his chair. She put the tray in front of him and before he asked further questions. Gin looked towards the tea and Ren moved back towards the door. "I didn't make that tea, if you got any complaints take it to the brown-haired girl that made it," she stated, opening the doors.

He chuckled and got out of his seat. "Where ya goin'?" he inquired. "I haven't sent you anywhere."

"Right, you haven't," she said, quickly shutting the doors. "Then…do you need anything…else?" She forced a smile.

"Is that fear I sense?"

Ren felt like she had the words frightened cat imprinted on her forehead. She shook her head, gulping. "Not fear sir," she lied. "It's intimidation. You're a captain after all…and I'm—"

"I heard you were a 7th seat," he commented, standing in front of her.

She laughed. "Promoted only because I defeated the previous seated officer in a non-consensual battle," she admitted. "My skill is nothing to be proud of regardless of my previous rank."

"Other than that, yer sayin' yer trouble walkin'?" he asked, curious.

"Sincerely, captain…sir, I'm not feeling very comfortable with your proximity," she said, avoiding the question. She moved against the wall as far as possible. "This is a much favorable distance."

She was amusing to him. "I'm curious now, why were ya sent to me instead of just becoming yer old captain's errand boy?" he asked, turning his back to her, walking to his desk.

Ren's eyebrows knitted in disdain at the inquiry. It was all Kyozo's fault. When the old fart said he knew her particularly well, he wasn't lying. So, as he plotted her demise (as she preferred to call it), he devised the most serious plan to personally have her dropped from being a Seventh Seat and give her a more embarrassing job with the one individual she didn't like. After he informed her of her new misfortunes…he gave her the boot, and left her on her own without a maid. She wished she could stab him. She shook her head, feeling his eerie gaze on her. "My uncle thought Captain Aizen to be incapable of working me to death," she lied, her vision darting off from wall to wall. "As for you, he believed you were a much better choice."

He chuckled darkly. "Workin' ya to death?" he inquired. "Then, why don't we begin your official duties." His hand shoved the teacup of his desk, letting it shatter on the ground. "I guess my hand must have slipped."

She stared at him, expressionless. She walked towards the door opened it and noticed Gin's blond lieutenant walking towards the office. "Lieutenant Kira, Captain Ichimaru spilled his drink, he wants you to clean it up."

The man fretted and quickly walked into the office. Ren smiled victoriously and left the room, leaving another to do her job for her. "Gotta admit, she's good," Gin said, running a hand through his silver hair.

"Did you say something, captain?" his lieutenant asked.

"Kira, do me a favor an' find out everything you can about Takudaiji Ren," he ordered, passively, taking a seat behind his desk.

"Yes, captain."

He'd have fun with the woman for a while. She seemed fun…


Ren left third division to wander around until she figured out a way to get through the day without dealing with anymore of Gin. The man was creeping her out more than he did twenty meters away. She paced down the crowded streets cursing at anyone who bumped into her and didn't apologize. Sharp glares met hers as she walked past a few unscrupulous nobles she had become acquainted with during the last Fall Gathering among a few familiar noble houses. She scoffed, ignoring their sneered comments, calling her trash. If she cared about what they thought about her, she wouldn't be in the situation she was breaking open her head to resolve. Although, reconciliation with her uncle was the last things she wanted…, it would certainly allow her free reign over her part of the manor, instead of being homeless, with a humiliating job. What did that awful man think he was, asking her to make tea…and even wipe it off the floor? She rolled her eyes at the thought. Captains received lieutenants for a reason, no. She was right, regardless.

Ren sauntered towards her uncle's manor…to trick him into letting her stay; either him or Hisoka took pity in her and snuck her inside. Hisoka was a big a snob as she was and she doubted he would spare any sympathy for her, since she used to root him on while he was having tender moments with his many lady friends. She enjoyed annoying him, just as she enjoyed fooling with everyone else. Seeing them knit their brows annoyed, made her roll over in a fit of giggles.

Ren walked to the doors to her old home and pushed them open, without knocking, which would have been common for someone who was no longer invited there. She entered the manor and heard the subtle whispering behind her back things that she was already prepared to hear.

"Ren-chan," Hisoka's deep voice rang in her ears. Ren whipped around to face the brown-haired man leaning against the doorframe. "What brings you here; the old man will get mad."

"I don't care, the old fart expects me to live outside in the street!" she cursed. "I'm not a dog, I'm a noble."

"He's not letting you stay here, but think about it, can't you just ask one of your ex-suitors to house you?" he asked. "I mean, just in case, my father doesn't want to let you in."

"I can't just do that!"

"Why not?" he asked perplexed. "You slept with them already, so what's the problem."

"I haven't slept with any of them, don't put me in the same category as you, walking disease," she spat, walking past him.

"Ren!" her uncle's voice roared. "I asked you to stay off my property."

Ren turned around. "And, I asked for a maid and free housing elsewhere!" she retorted.

"Make your own living," her uncle spat. "Hisoka, toss her out."

Hisoka shrugged, gladly. Ren moved back. "Don't you dare touch me," she warned, pointing her finger at him,

Hisoka laughed. "You no longer have power, Ren-chan," he stated. He grabbed Ren forcibly and pulled her onto his shoulder as he carried her to the gates. She kicked, slammed her balled fists onto his back, but nothing. Ren was thrown out and she screamed.

"When I get my power back, I'll make sure I destroy your family!" she threatened. With another angry huff she stormed back to go complain to the only person who might have been able to help her. She wasn't proud of it, but if she wanted to survive…she'd have to consult Ichimaru Gin. So, the homeless noble trotted back to her division, hoping Gin wasn't angry for the two stunts she pulled, not that she cared much for his disposition, but she needed to pretend now that she wanted something.

Ren trotted back to Third Division in search of her new friend and captain Gin, to ask for the biggest favor in her life. She shoved through many people and jumped into his office unexpectedly. He was sitting back on his chair, staring at her with his hands sitting on his chest. "Well, well, if it isn't Ren-chan," he said, a smile appearing on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry about the mess I didn't clean up, that was quite silly of me," she lied. She wasn't planning to clean that mess up anyways, no matter how she was asked.

He reached over to his desk, pulling a piece of paper over his face. "So, whatcha want?" he asked, scanning the paper.

She laughed, slightly nervous. "Well, you see—and this is embarrassing to admit—but, I need a place to stay," she stated, wasting no time. "For my supposed insolence, my fat uncle kicked me out of his home, and well—"

"Sure, you can stay with me," he said, putting the paper down and standing up.

She gulped down the knot forming in her throat, wondering what he was trying to say. She watched him trail around his desk before walking towards her, his finger on her chin. "I'm jokin'," he said, chuckling, letting her go.

She forced a laugh. "You're quite funny, captain."

"You think?" he inquired. "No one else seems to think so."

She could certainly see why, but she'd keep that bit to herself. "It's unique," she replied, slowly, forcing the words out her mouth. She never thought…she'd ever have problems talking to a man, but she was sure Ichimaru had a complete, honest justification as to why he instills such a demeanor onto her. Yeah, he certainly would. "Anyways, about that room—"

"Yeah, there is a room available," he recalled slowly.

"Is there?"

"Yes, but ya have to start calling me master," he stated, glancing at her blank expression.

"Um, sure," she managed, slowly…hoping that it was another joke.

"Another thing, it's next to mine."

"What an honor, a room next to a captains," she said, lying.

"Better ta have ya close than far, I must say." She gulped, regretting the minute her mind offered the thought of consulting Gin for a place to stay. She shifted her weight onto her other leg, waiting for some sort of tour, since the last one didn't glue into her head, but Gin stood there looking out the window.

"Ahem," she cleared her throat.

He turned around. "You're still here, I though you left with all the piece an' quiet."

How frustrating. "Where is your room, exactly?"

"Why don't I show you tonight?"

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Kicking her out of the house seemed fun...watch her struggle to make money...or not?

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