***Proper Princess Procedure and Polish***
He had the exact same face as Szayel, minus the glasses. His tall frame towered over the pink-haired man's own. His blonde hair spilled over his shoulder as he turned to focus his attention upon a pouting Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, what's wrong?" He asked pulling his hands out of his pockets and walking out of sight. Szayel rolled his eyes and shut the double doors behind him, only the moonlight was left in the room. It sparkled in the bottom of the shorter men's eyes, Starrk's narrow gaze filtering it out.
"And how is Starrky-san and his princess getting al-" He paused as his eyes swept over Byakuya's slim torso. He snarled.
"Wipe that look off your face, Octava." Starrk said sharply, handing Byakuya his kimono top. "Sexta, teased Bya-hime enough. And we're keeping this between us four until further notice."
Byakuya snatched the top out of his hand.
"Aizen-sama needs to be more specific." Szayel stated quietly, face returning to his threatening smile. "He didn't even tell us your gender, Bya-hime."
"That's quite the nick-name you've got there." Byakuya's glare shifted to Szayel.
Dressing quickly as Starrk handed him his garments, Byakuya tried to force the heat in his cheeks to subside as the pink-haired man observed him like he were some animal in the wilderness. Starrk outstretched a hand in a most chivalrous manner. Byakuya glared defiantly, and Starrk poked his shoulder. Slowly Byakuya took his hand and let himself be led past Szayel, Starrk's body breaking his intense scrutinizing. They stopped in front of the giant mirror. Absentmindedly, Byakuya touched the fabric of his outfit as everyone in the room studied how well it adorned his body.
The white kimono top was sleeveless, the neckline reaching the end of his clavicles and crossing over halfway down his chest. The edges of the fabric hugged with a black lining, it exposed nearly all of the Kuchiki's shoulder blades, covering the skin just below them and above where the black sash began, stretching to the top of his hips. The sash was just a circular piece of thick fabric engulfing his middle tightly, the white kimono top and high-waist hakama gathering where it poured out from underneath the black fabric. Both pieces of white clothing cascaded to the floor, dragging behind him a bit and exposing his cute toes. He felt like a faceted jewel or a grand princess about to be wed, his hand still held up by Starrk's.
"You're just feeding into their fantasy with your idiotic blushing." Byakuya ripped his hand from Starrk's gentle grasp. He looked away from the mirror as Starrk swallowed and focused his attention on the thin, pale toes in the mirror.
Before Byakuya could free his hands and himself from Szayel's grip, they spun, bursting from the double doors.
"Oooohhhhhhh, look at this beautiful porcelain doll that Starrk created with his terrific sense of women's fashion!" Szayel shouted announcing his arrival to Grimmjow and the blonde man. They sat on opposite sides of the green heap of pillows smiling and giggling quietly about an inappropriate private joke they had just shared.
Both stood, the blonde more captivated by the noble man than Grimmjow whom obviously tried to hide his interest, failing miserably. Byakuya's hair swung to one side of his neck falling over his shoulder. Starrk strode out of the bathroom with the towels in his hand, rolling his eyes as he passed Szayel. He flopped unto the bed between the two standing men and held his arms in the air, sighing as he rolled down his sleeves and pulled his gloves onto his hands.
"Introduce yourself to Bya-hime, brother." Szayel said, mischievous glint in his eye. Byakuya forced his body from the pink-haired man's grip. Snarling, Szayel gave him an extra shove causing his still wobbly body to pitch forward into the blonde man's arms.
"DIGNITY, DAMNIT." Byakuya could barely control his body.
"I-I'm Yylfordt Granz, elder brethren to the Octava and Fraccion of the Sexta." Yylfordt introduced himself, handling Byakuya timidly. "It's an honor to be in your presence, princess." He bowed his head breaking eye contact to look at the fabric of Byakuya's sash.
"There's a little respect." Byakuya thought sarcastically.
Grimmjow snickered.
"She's not actually a princess, Yylfordt." Starrk huffed from his position on the bed.
"O-oh." Yylfordt stammered.
Szayel sighed. "We're supposed to go speak with Aizen-sama in….three minutes ago."
The two odd color-haired men disappeared as Starrk sat up.
"Stay here with him; he's got a reiastu binder on so he's about as helpless as a human."
Starrk pointed to Byakuya when he spoke and then vanished.
"Hai, Primera-sama." Yylfordt spoke to the air after Starrk left.
Byakuya shifted in his arms. Yylfordt released him and they both sat down on the bed.
"This is obviously Las Noches. And those three must've been a few Espada. Primera, Sexta, and Octava. Sexta, isn't that the one Kurosaki was annihilated by?…Primera…Aizen sent his strongest Arrancar to abduct you? What could his shenanigans have to do with you? No point in asking them. He obviously doesn't reveal much to his subordinates. They didn't even know your gender." Byakuya sat pondering.
For a while, Yylfordt just studied him silently. Byakuya abruptly turned to him and opened his mouth as if to say something, only silence falling from his lips. His hand shot to his mouth as he turned away feeling his cheeks heat with embarrassment. Yylfordt blinked widely, still staring at Byakuya's lips, through his hand.
"Is something wrong, Bya-hime?" He asked, his voice husky.
Byakuya looked across the room, hand moving to his throat.
"Did my brother give you those paralyzing mute painkillers?"
Byakuya nodded.
"Oh. They didn't try anything did they?"
"Is EVERYONE perverted around here?" Byakuya shook his head and removed his hand from his skin. He shifted his feet, feeling the silver anklet from before.
He lifted his leg unto the bed and turned towards Yylfordt, hiking up his hakama. Yylfordt's eyes shot open and then closed immediately, his hands flying up in a defensive position.
"Pr-princess! Save your virginal and unblemished appeal for a man more deserving, please!" He squawked, blushing.
"What a priss." Byakuya stopped moving and waited for the blonde to open his eyes.
Slowly, Yylfordt opened his left eye. Silence filled the room as he hesitantly lowered his arms and shifted his gaze to Byakuya's ankle. Byakuya stomped his foot on the bed, the silver accessory clinking against itself. Yylfordt's eyes widened as he tilted his head with interest.
"Wow. This is precious," He began, tenderly placing his hands on Byakuya's exposed ankle. "It's made of the mask of a Vasto Lorde, itself. This is…invaluable."
Gingerly lifting Byakuya's leg into the air to peer closely, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over the smooth plate. Aizen-sama had made sure to give top quality jewelry to this prisoner as opposed to the others. Yylfordt couldn't think of any reason that the dark king had to give Byakuya special treatment. She wasn't locked away in a prison cell, she had proper clothes instead of rags, and Aizen-sama had gone to such extreme lengths for a reiastu binder. Using one of his hands to cup the back of Byakuya's ankle, he turned over the tiny plate, the chain clinking softly in the air as Byakuya leaned back on his hands. He studied Yylfordt's expression.
"Oh." The blonde's lips parted. Byakuya turned his leg distracting Yylfordt into turning the tiny plate over to Byakuya.
"De Sexta." Byakuya would not stand for such disrespect.
He quickly hoisted his ankle out of Yylfordt's grasp and sprang to his feet, stomping to the huge double doors across the room. The man on the bed watched as he turned the handle and scowled. Throwing the doors open, Byakuya froze as a tall blonde man appeared before him, hair quickly flying left and then slowly settling unto his shoulders. Byakuya took a step back to look up into the man's eyes.
His hollow mask covered his right eye with a white frame enclosing an orange lens, his left eye bordered by a thin line of lavender make up, and a single dot next to the bridge of his nose. His bright blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, contrasting to his messy bangs, looked as an unkempt, overgrown geometric bob cut would. Calm expression in place as he stepped back, he held his forearm over his abdomen and then bowed nearly deep enough to knock his forehead on Byakuya's.
"An honorable acquaintance this is, Bya-hime." Byakuya took a step back, face shifting from surprise to his usual stoic self and then back when he bumped into something solid. Turning he met Yylfordt's chest. "I'm Findor Carias, fourth fraccion to King Barragan."
"NOT A WOMAN, DAMNIT." Byakuya wanted to scream, but had to settle for internal struggle.
Findor stood upright and overlooked Byakuya's presence.
"Aizen-sama wants to see the princess, Yylfordt." Said man nodded and placed his hand on Byakuya's shoulder.
"Come, milady." Yylfordt addressed him in the most formal of ways.
Byakuya turned to him with his most menacing gaze in place. At first Yylfordt was taken aback by such an awfully unpleasant expression placed upon a princess's face, but recovered quickly and returned Byakuya gaze. Findor brushed past them, walking to the opposite side of the room and bent over, reaching behind the green bed. He held up a pair of white tatami sandals.
"It's improper for a princess to have dirty feet, Bya-hime." Findor announced, gaining the two other men's attention.
"At least Aizen doesn't have you wearing heels." Byakuya glared at the shoes, snarling slightly at the memory of being dragged to Urahara's shop by his lieutenant wearing those abominations that humans called "alpaca boots." "Fashionable and functional my ass."
Byakuya strode reluctantly toward the bed, Yylfordt's gaze following his graceful body, his own body walking smoothly to the heap, also. Findor stood in front of Byakuya as he sat, extending his hand with the sandals out. He glanced at Byakuya's feet and quickly had to do a double take.
"What?" Yylfordt questioned.
"Princess, we'll need to find you new shoes." Findor said fiddling with the sandals in his hand.
Byakuya looked at his feet.
"Don't they know it's rude to tell a lady she has big f—YOU ARE NOT A WOMAN." Byakuya gripped the pillows he was seated on, embarrassed by his own foolishness.
All three shifted uncomfortably for a few minutes, until both blonde's gazes met.
"Aizen-sama." They said in unison and realization.
"Princess." Yylfordt said, crouching in front of Byakuya and placing his hands on the slim hips. Byakuya opened his mouth to protest, but the wind was quickly knocked out of him as Yylfordt hoisted him over his shoulder. Byakuya gasped as he felt a warm hand placed firmly on his butt.
Yylfordt leapt out of the room at incredible speed.
"This is just like flash stepping…" Byakuya thought as they zoomed through endless white hallways. They were filled with enormous pillars that connected to outlying ceilings and shining tile floors. Creatures lurked in the shadows, emerging only whence they were out of Yylfordt and Findor's sight, as giant winged beasts flew aloft. Then suddenly the trio was falling into a giant pit filled with sparkling lights and masked sirens resting on floating clouds as beasts soared through the false skies. Byakuya nearly choked as Yylfordt landed on the tile flooring, the full force of the abrupt halt transferring from the blonde's shoulder to the nobleman's gut. Byakuya gasped and again his captor took off at high speed, this time gliding in the air over a glass walkway, which was suspended above an indoor lake. The waters must have been several hundred feet deep. Byakuya could see way past the koi just below the surface down to the giant multi-eyed beasts in the depths. The water illuminated the super-sized room as a huge serpent-like fish leapt from the water, its white scales, and the water droplets in the air reflecting the light and shimmering. Yylfordt burst through a pair of massive double doors and came to another abrupt halt.
Byakuya lifted his head and looked around the room. It wasn't lit like the rest of the compound, but nearly as dark as the previous hallway. All he could see were the double doors that had shut behind them.
-I don't even know what Las Noches looks like on the inside sooo, we're just gonna go with that.