Byakuya
Now this was a body he could use. He had really hit the jackpot with this guy. They weren't kidding when they said he was the favorite among woman. Walking proud and tall as one Captain Kuchiki, robe billowing behind him, he noticed several unseated shinigami women giggling as they walked past him. Who cares what the stick in the mud would have really done in the same situation. Kon used the body to give off a big grin, winking dramatically at each of them, sending them into bigger fits of giggles.
"This is the life," he sighed to himself, stretching his arms out as he entered the 6th Division Captain's room, seating himself on the couch. "Tonight I hunt the street, looking for the lucky women who will--whoa, what's this? Naughty magazines--such a cold exterior but that man is just as weak as any mortal," grinning once more, he leaned forward to inspect the boxes filled with glossy pages. Pages that weren't pages at all, instead photos with a very familiar face.
Rukia, everywhere. Laughing, kissing Byakuya on the cheek, picking flowers.
"SICK! Your own sister! Poor nee-san. Screw this!"
Poor Kon, guess Rukia didn't inform him of her family tree. (For those who might not have figured it out, the girl in the pictures is Hisana)
