Thank you, PhantomKnight102, for beta reading!

Two weeks later

"Hey, Kuchiki! Looks like you're number one, again!"

Our protagonist, Kuchiki Byakuya, just came walking around the corner. He was headed towards the board that was updated every Monday, with a list of the ten highest scoring students in every class. Byakuya raised his eyebrows upon hearing his classmate's voice. "You sound surprised."

Of course he was on top of the list: he was a Kuchiki. Kuchiki's never failed at anything because they were best at everything. He was not going to see the list because he had to check if he had made the top, he… actually really did not see the list. It just made him feel good to see that, indeed, nobody had been better at something than he was.

"Awh man if only I had your brains," another one of his classmate complained. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Byakuya smirk with great satisfaction. "I studied so hard, this is something I'm really good at. And I'm still two places below you."

"Study?" Byakuya mocked. "For this one test? No, I felt absolutely no need for that." Byakuya decided not to say anything about the rank the classmate had given himself. Maybe he was two places below on this list, but he was definitely not on the same list if Byakuya would make one. Can you imagine, an ordinary student from the lower districts, on the same list as a Kuchiki? Only the thought of it made him nauseated.

"Where are you going next?" the first classmate asked him, but Byakuya did not answer. He had seen the list and he had scored much higher in any subject than the person who had won second place (after all, intelligence is a competition and he was winning). He was satisfied. Without a word, he turned around and slowly walked to the doors that led to the Academy's inside garden, where most students sat for lunch. He had worked up quite the appetite and a good lunch was definitely on his schedule now.

Yes, he noticed the classmates who were following him. Perhaps idolizing him was a better word, Byakuya decided. If anything, he should not be followed but he should be used as an inspiration and people were absolutely inspired by his knowledge, powers and charisma. He had the whole package.

His fellow female students knew this, too. As Byakuya crossed the hallway to the doors that led outside, he ran into seven of those girls. Upon seeing him come closer, it seemed that the hormone Instant-Bimbo was activated in every single one of them. They moved their hair out of their faces and pulled down their neckline. Then they ran to him, all calling out his name. He did not treat them badly, Byakuya knew. They were all privileged to be allowed so close to him, making them happy, and the view (oh the view! He was very glad he was taller than any of them, so he had a legitimate reason to look down) made him very happy indeed. Soon, he had his arms wrapped around two girls and at the end of his arms, his hands were holding the hands of two more. The remaining three led the way out to the garden and shooed people away from their favorite patch of grass.

"You are too kind, maladies," Byakuya said in his deep, sexy voice that made all of their hearts skip three beats. With this company, lunch was always a great pleasure. He put down his bag against the tree and leant down in the grass. The girls sat themselves around him, their eyes feasting on his body and handsomeness. If eyes could drool, Byakuya would be floating away in saliva by now.

"Have some fruit, Kuchiki-dono," said one of them, offering her grapes to him (no, that's not a metaphor). He opened his mouth and took the grape, his lips brushing the girl's fingers. She shivered upon contact and let the saliva juices shake out of her bowl (yes metaphor).

After the grapes came parts of banana, slices of cheese and rolls of ham, toasted bread with freshly made butter and he was given apple juice from the apple tree that stood in the garden of one of the girl's homes. Over the next twenty minutes, Byakuya was fed until he'd had enough. Then he stood up, causing all the girls to pout their lower lips and make 'awww'-noises. But Byakuya smirked at them and gave them a little bow. "Thank you, ladies, for spending this lovely time with me." He took the hand of the apple juice girl and planted a soft kiss on it, before turning around and walking back into school. Just before the door closed after him, he heard the girls fight over who could touch the hand first.

Being utmost satisfied about his day, it only got better. He ran into one of his professors, who seemed utterly happy to see the young aristocrat. "Well, my my, Kuchiki-dono! Such good grades and such amazing results during classes, I can hardly believe that you have time left for such things as… well, as such lovely company!"

"Sensei," Byakuya bow, but only after making sure his teacher bowed first. "Thank you for your kinds words." It was only fair that they were spoken, but you had to give the lower people something to be happy about, like, for example, giving them a compliment or saying 'thank you', even when there is no actual reason for it.

"I was wondering," the teacher started. Byakuya raised his eyebrow. Was he going to ask him, Kuchiki Byakuya, a favor? Of course, he had many things the simple-minded and meager living professor did not have anything of value, perhaps maybe the basics of several basic footwork techniques. The man continued. "I was hoping you could help me in one of my classes in a couple of days. One of my students is unable to master this Kidou-spell and I can only give her so much of my time…"

How the simple ones always try to be nice, is something Byakuya could not quite grasp. But a woman in need? That definitely sounded like a job for him. Of course he had the qualifications for it: he was excellent in Kidou, no matter what spell. The other day, he mastered a blast high level fifty spell without having to say the incantation, first. "Yes, I will help."

The teacher gave a sigh in relieve. "Thank you very much, it will do her well! I will see you Friday, then. You wonderful man, thank you again!"

Byakuya caught himself with both eyebrows raised. He frowned immediately, reciting his lines from home: 'an eyebrow raised is a Kuchiki dazed'. Needless to say, a Kuchiki dazed is not a good thing. If only the eyebrow-raising thing didn't make him even more attractive than he already was…

Of course, this is the point in the story where Byakuya has to look dazed for a moment. He was certain that he had brought a bag with him. In it were books he already knew from heart, of course, but it seemed less arrogant if he did bring them to class with him. Then Byakuya remembered putting it against the tree before lunch, and he cursed himself. 'If there is something you forgot, your dignity will rot'.

Hoping his fangirls – or female companions, for the sake of the feminists among them – had already left so he would not be bothered again, he headed back to the garden. They had, thank goodness for that. But what he saw there was more than his bag. More than something he had forgotten: more than even his dreams.

"Hey!"

The raven-haired beauty jumped up when he screamed at her. You can't blame her, because the inside garden is not large and he yelled out of nowhere… standing two meters away from her. "Hey you're that girl!"

'That girl' looked at him with big violet eyes, where her irises had been replaced by question marks. "Do I know you?"

This fell in the wrong place. How could she not know him? "I am Kuchiki Byakuya," he stated, getting down on one knee in front of her. "I saved you from those thugs two weeks ago."

The girl widened her eyes, the question marks changing into exclamation marks. "Oh!" was the only thing she said.

"Yes, I get that a lot," Byakuya smirked to her, his eyes searching for hers. They did not seem to search for his: perhaps she was too shy. "My fair lady, I have been looking for you everywhere I went these past weeks. Now that I have found you, would you please do me the pleasure of telling me your name?"

She looked at him, baffled, pulling back her knees so he wouldn't be so close anymore. She then looked at the girl sitting next to her (had she been there all along? He forgot to notice her. Odd enough, because she's the kind of girl he'd notice first. With the body parts he would notice first.) and then she nodded faintly. "My name is Hisana."

"Hi, I am Matsumoto Rangiku," the girl next to 'that girl' said. But Byakuya held no interest in the nicely shaped woman. He only had eye for Hisana. "Hisana, Hisana. Oh how that name rings in my ear as the birds who whistle upon building a nest."

The girl, Hisana, wore a very surprised expression on her face. "Thank you… for distracting them?" she murmured softly. She must be awed by my personal attention, Byakuya concluded. He reached out for her hand and took it, eyeing every move she made. Upon touch, she flinched back and gave her hand a tug back, but Byakuya was stronger, of course, and he knew that she did not want him to let go but hold her tighter. So he did. "Beautiful Hisana, would you please honor me in joining me for a drink this evening? I shall pick you up and walk you back, so you will arrive home safely."

The other girl, Matsumoto, squealed from joy. "Oh Hisana-san! You lucky girl!"

Byakuya agreed. Hisana was a very lucky girl, to have brought the attention of him onto her. A very lucky girl indeed, he thought to himself. Because he treats women excellent, respects their every wish and need. This he all thought while he held her hand tighter and tried to lock his intense gaze closer.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't," Hisana replied. She threw Byakuya off guard and she took this opportunity to pull back her hand. "I have other things to do."

Black spots appeared on his field of view, but Byakuya was quick to shake them away. She obviously had made other plans and was very upset that she had to reject him. It's like she said, she's sorry.

"Then you shall accompany me tomorrow evening. Or Friday evening. Or any evening you are available." Did he just catch himself begging? Why yes, he did. But she was gorgeous, he had to have her near his side.

"I'm sorry, I have a class, now," Hisana said, standing up. She quickly glanced over to Matsumoto, who had her eyes open in disbelieve, and then executed a quick bow to Byakuya. "Thank you for your offer, but I must decline."

Then, she ran away. Byakuya stood up and ran after her, but once inside, he did not see which way she had gone off to. He decided to take his chance and take a left, and then a right, and then three ways straight on, and then another left and another left and then a right. But the girl was nowhere to be found.

As Byakuya tried to find his way back into the class he would have next, he realized he had still left his bag outside. 'If you forget something a second time, don't come home 'cause it's a Kuchiki-crime'.