Yoruichi x Byakuya Fanfic

Note: This chapter took an evening to do, but I was so caught up in work I forgot about the fanfic! Sorry for the wait lol. (I do not own the characters!) 2nd Update.

Chapter 2

Yoruichi awoke, eyes fluttering as the sun beat down on her chocolate skin from the glass-stained windows. She rolled onto her bandaged curved back, and shifted her eyes to the left, expecting to see a sleeping Byakuya. His side of the bed was empty.

"Byakuya…" she sighed warmly, gripping the sheets he lay on. She imagined his hot skin on hers.

"Humph. You just can't do without me, can you?" he chuckled cockily. Yoruichi let out a small screech from the shock. She quickly rolled around to see Byakuya sitting one-leg-over-the-over in a white shirt and lined grey trousers settling down to an oversized novel on an oak desk next to him.

"I would've liked a good morning…" she sighed pushing her face down into the silk pillow hiding her yawn.

"Good morning. Did you dream of me?" he smirked.

"Yes, it was a nightmare."

"Ha ha." Byakuya stood, gently placed the novel on the desk, and looked out of the window at the sun which he compared to the Goddess laying in his bed. Yoruichi smiled squeezing the silken pillow in place of him as she remembered last night.

"Thank you." She said, running her hands through her hair.

"For what?"

"For bandaging me, for letting me sleep here…"

"As head of the Kuchiki family, it's the least I could do for the pain I caused you." Byakuya turned looking down on her while placing his hands in his pockets as Yoruichi sat up. She fiddled with her bandages and ogled Byakuya seductively. His eyes widened.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I never knew Byakuya-bo was so experienced," she purred narrowing her yellow eyes. "Was yesterday a game so that you could have me…? It worked."

"Don't talk like that. We never did anything of the sort."

"We can…" she teased jokily.

"Yesterday meant nothing. Truly, I only inveigled you because…I was thinking about Hisana and one thing lead to another. Apologies…" Byakuya tossed his black tie above his shoulder and advanced over to the broad wooden doors. "Duty calls."

As the door slammed, Yoruichi trembled at the thought of his last words.

"I…" she murmured, "He used me…to satisfy his lust for Hisana?" she flung the duvet atop of her and curled up into a ball sobbing hardly. "Byakuya you're so cold, yet no one has ever kissed me so warmly like that except for Kisuke."

Yoruichi wandered Byakuya's large mansion searching for him that early afternoon in nothing but his Haori (Captain Jacket) and the bandages on her skin covering her nude. 'I will not let him do this to me. Despite the fact that I'm tired and hungry from walking around in circles in the state I'm in, when I find that bastard he'll be sorry he used Shihoin Yoruichi's body!' As Yoruichi stormed across the hallways she was enticed to enter a small room that stood out from the others.

Its door was mahogany that was carved beautifully in shapes of angels and their halos. A small glow, possibly from some candles, came from the creak that was open. Yoruichi snuck down the corridor and slowly poked her head through the door to see Byakuya praying to an oil painting of Hisana. She gently closed the door behind her and gazed at the beauty of the room. The room was dim and had no windows. Only candles were the source of light. The room glowed a creamy orange colour and this flickered on the gothic styled wallpaper which was also themed of angels.

Byakuya turned to see Yoruichi and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you wearing…?" He asked going slightly red at the sight. He tried to control himself as he was in his wife's presence.

"I couldn't find anything else." She said feeling slightly sorry for him.

"It is forbidden for you to wear that. You're not a captain."

"Humph." Yoruichi muffled, mocking Byakuya from earlier this morning. She sat down on the bare wooden floor and closed her eyes in a praying position. Byakuya opened one eye again and stared at her.

"What are you-"

"I'm paying my respects," she interrupted, eyes still closed, "And if you want to know what I'm telling her, I was just saying that she was so lucky to have you…and that your lips are warm." She grinned.

"That is not appropriate. Do not tell her that!" he growled through his teeth while going even redder.

There was silence and the two sat eyes closed, praying. After 10 minutes, Yoruichi got up, bowed respectfully and opened the door to leave.

"Just so you know, I was going to beat the hell out of you for using me, but I'll have to do that later…" she whispered with a smirk, and turned to leave.

"Wait…" He called out quietly. Yoruichi turned to him. "Let us eat something; I can tell you are feeling ill. Stay here for me..."

"Sure thing." She smiled, and gently closed the door behind him.