Because I'm in no mood to write any Ichiruki right now... so!
Sorry about the whole delay in updating and all..But at least I updated!
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-Chappy-
"You call this sake?!"
A hard crisp slap to the face was what one of the house hold servants known as Nemu earned because they should have known better. Serving anything less than perfect is unacceptable. It's a sheer insult to Rangiku who prides herself on her sex appeal.
While picking up the broken ceramic sake cup pieces, Rangiku merely watched from the corner of her eye as Nemu- on her knees, picked up the broken sake cups that was mercilessly thrown. One by one. Rangiku watched Nemu pick up the ceramic sake cups that were now tainted red from the sharp edge Nemu accidentally received from the many shards scattered on the ground.
The petite servant remains quiet as she continues to pick up the bloodied ceramic shards while Rangiku and Orihime both continue on with their factitious chatter and laughter. After all, they were the prized beauties from all of Japan that the generals themselves personally chose.
"Orihime Chan~" Rangiku sweetly coos, "Have you seen the geisha yet?"
Giggling like a school girl, Orihime quietly whispers, "No, I haven't.. Maybe she's servicing the male servants..."
A burst of giggles echoed around them while poor Nemu quickly brought the bloodied broken ceramic tea cup shards away, avoiding the stinging wrath of Rangiku.
Happily walking around the "candidate abode", Rukia runs her slender fingers through Chappy's soft fluffy white fur. It's been awhile for Chappy to be in the open breeze so for him, this was a welcoming trip.
Sun beaming upon her flawless milky smooth skin and the sweet sound of water cascading down a mixture waterfall and the koi swimming carelessly in the koi pond? Rukia finally felt the chains of the geisha house and the stigma of her past melt away. Slowly, her past was shedding away, but her love for the boy who promised her he's return back for her still lingers.
She sometimes thinks to herself why. Why wait for someone when they probably forgotten about you years ago? Why wait when you can move on and be happy? Why must you dwell on the past when the future looks so promising and bright?
Quickly shaking her head, Chappy leaps out of her arms as he chases a black butterfly that flutters towards a pagoda where a pair of woman faticiously giggle and laugh with one another.
This can't possibly be the two other girls that are waiting on Byakuya...
Right?
Quickly following Chappy, Rukia finds herself only feets away from the giggling and laughing pair who shared bottles of sake with one another.
Quietly, Rukia reaches for Chappy and grabs him before anyone could notice-
"Hmm?" A voice hummed as she looked at the corner of her eyes, "Did they send another girl to clean up the mess?"
This irked Rukia as violet eyes gleamed up at Rangiku in the eyes, smiling. "Oh no.." Rukia sweetly coos, "I'm not here to clean up a mess, I'm merely here because of my pet-"
"RAT!"
Orihime squeals in terror as she lifts her leg up and starts to the sake bottle at Chappy, scaring him as Rukia angrily dodges the bottle whil holding onto Cahppy firmly. No one calls Chappy a rat. It's the greatest insult to call Chappy a rat when he's clearly a rabbit.
"Chappy isn't a rat!" Rukia' angrily exclaimed as she craddled a scared rabbit in her arms. "Chappy is a rabbit."
"Wild animals like rabbits don't belong here..." Orihime mumbled as she slowly sat back in her seat. "There should be a rule about dirty feral rats like that, they should be in the wild with the other dirty animals..."
"Hm?" Rukia mocklingly tilts her head at Orihime, "Doesn't that rule apply to you too then?"
Rangiku bursts out in giggles once Orihime turned red with anger because, by now, Rukia's head would be on a pike- via Sora, Orihime's older brother.
"Don't be like that Orihime Chan~" Rangiku sweetly smiles at Rukia, "Who are you and what's your name?"
Arching her eyebrow, Rukia firmly held onto Chappy. "I suppose I'm one of the "candidates" that was brought here for Kōtei Kuchiki...and the name is Rukia. Just Rukia What about you two?" Rukia notions both Rangiku and Orihime. "Who are you?"
A malicious smile creeps on both Orihime and Rangiku's lips. They already created a pact between them. Destroy Rukia's reputation so it'll be just them two, Orihime and Rangiku. Promising each other they would convince Byakuya to marry both of them.
"The name is Rangiku Masumoto, and the cute girl accross from me," Rangiku notions a flustered red Orihime. "Is my dear friend Orihime Inoue..." Rangiku quickly clicks her tongue behind her red plump lips as she covers her mouth with her signiture red fan. "How do you recover from taking it day in and day out as geisha?"
Quiet giggles were heard coming from Orihime who was more than happy when Rangiku maliciously insults Rukia.
But Rukia?
Rukia just kept smiling. She kept smiling as she shook her head, "My oh my... I don't know what you are talking about Masumoto san... I only sing and dance.. But It seems we have an alcoholic here..." Rukia notions Rangiku and takes a quick glance at the sake bottles and shakes her head, "Tsk. Tsk... When someone drinks more than they should, it usually means they have some unresolved emotions they keep harbored in them. So." Rukia takes a good look at Rangiku. "What is it? Are you tired of feeling like an empty shell? An empty shell where you live your life have nothing to show for it. Or!" Rukia snaps her fingers. "You are just a bitter person who gave up on being a hum-"
clash!
Rangiku's chest began to heavily heave beneath the luster of bright shimmering fabrics. For Rukia, a mere geisha, to out right insult her like that?
Rukia has just signed her death wish.
Happily smiling, Rukia quickly and politely nodded at them before turning around on her heels and prancing away while Rangiku maliciously murmurs to Orihime.
Oh Renji...I'm looking at the moon... but are you?
She stares at the moon through the mist the hot springs create. She's alone, contemplating whether Renji remembers their promise- that is if Renji even remembers her.
Letting out a disgruntled huff, Rukia takes one last look at the moon, You've forgotten about me haven't you?
Clean and fresh from her bath in the hot springs, Rukia decided to pay a visit to a certain person who she thought would like some company since he was always seen at the "library" late at night.
Carrying nothing but Chappy, her milky smooth slender fingers slowly slides the shojo door open. A thin beam of light beams inside the dimly lit room. Her violet eyes peer right in and sees the shadow of Byakuya working on his caligraphy. A smile formed upon Rukia's lips once she quietly slid the door open, illuminating the dimly lit room with all the moon's glory.
His eyebrow arches from the sudden glow of the room, yet he remains focused on his calligraphy. After all, Rukia doesn't pose any interest in him, other than being acquaintances.
"Rukia." Byakuya firmly addressed. He knew it was her. No one enters the "Library" this late at night-especially when Byakuya is taking some down time.
"What brings you here tonight?"
Quietly walking toward Byakuya, her eye gleams at the sight of Byakuya's calligraphy. Sure she has seen many calligraphy artists writing on scrolls and selling them outside the Geisha house she was once chained to, but it was nothing compared to the clean-cut and quality of Byakuya's calligraphy. After all, years of being single and no one to love, Byakuya spends his time writing love poems and sayings.
"I'm just curious to see what you're doing." She quietly tip toes closer to Byakuya, peering over his shoulder, her eyes widen. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "Your calligraphy is some better than the ones I've seen Kaien."
Kaien? Oh, right. I told her I was Kaien.
"I've practiced for quite a while now.." Byakuya quietly answers while Rukia kept watching. Her warmth against his back felt comforting. It brought back memories of Hisana who would hug him from behind, asking hims to go back to bed with her.
"Do you think you can teach me some Calligraphy?" Rukia eagarly proposed. If she's going to be stuck at the palace, she might aswell make the the best of it. So what's the harm of asking Byakuya for calligraphy lessons?
Slowly placing down his brush, Byakuya looks at an eager Rukia, "Why the sudden interest in calligraphy?"
Casually shrugging her shoulders, "It just something to do while I'm here since there isn't much to do."
Byakuya's eyebrow arches. Nothing to do? Rukia has everything at her disposal and she claims there is nothing to do? There is something clearly wrong with her.
"You have the girls who were brought to see Kuchiki Kōtei.. Why not spend time with-"
Shivers were sent down Rukia's spine as she quietly laughs. "No.. They aren't too fond of me.. But!" Rukia nudges Byakuya, "I have you to keep me company while I wait for Kuchiki Kōtei to make his choice..."
How unruly..
Letting out a sigh, Byakuya swiftly grabs another brush and scroll. He then slightly scoots over and signals her to grab a stool near by- which Rukia more than happily did- and laid both the brush and blank scroll before Rukia. The ink block was placed between them. Byakuya seated him self next to Rukia, but left an appropriet amount of space between them of course.
Just as Byakuya comfortably seats himself, he notions Rukia to sit next to him. She more than glady does.
"Now," Byakuya firmly instructs. "Show me what you care capable of..."