"Ouch! Ichigo! That was my arm!"
"Sorry, Rukia, sorry! It's not my fault! You're the one who's rubbing my thing so much I can't even think straight!"
As Byakuya passed Rukia's room, he stopped. Why in the Seireitei was Ichigo with her? She was supposed to be healing! More importantly, why in all hells was the door locked? Glancing around, the captain saw no one in sight. He stepped towards the door, listening carefully.
"Well, are you happy now? Because you finally got the upper hand. Or position, should I say…"
"Yes, actually. Oh…come on! Come on!" Moans were heard from the other side. "Rukia, come on! YES! YES! HA!" Ichigo crowed.
What else would that sound like? That idiot substitute Shinigami was engaged in…intimate…activities with his younger sister! How dare he! Enraged, Byakuya drew Senbonzakura.
Prepare to be castrated, worthless human.
"Oh, Ichigo…Ichigo…dammit!" Rukia's female gasp set him off. With the typical grace and power of a captain, Byakuya all but tore the door off of its hinges.
"How dare you defile a soldier of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, Ichigo Kurosaki! You will die now!"
"Brother!" Rukia's flushed face peeped out from her position. On top of her, Ichigo bent awkwardly upon himself to greet the captain.
"Hey, Byakuya. We were just playing Twister. Wanna join?"