Taking a break from "Key Through the Heart" and sharing some of the work I've been doing on The Fanfiction Forums. These are from an omake challenge issued from Epsilon, to write a short piece beginning with an assigned sentence. I wrote several of them, all unrelated to eachother. Just to give you guys something fun to read while "Key Through the Heart" is paused.

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Laundry Shots

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor am I writing this for profit.

Warning: Implied yuri this chapter. Don't like, don't read.

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It was a tragedy that no one had a camera to capture Byakuya's expression. They'd probably never see that again.

"Nii-sama? Are you all right?" Rukia asked, concerned. Hesitantly, she poked him. No response.

"Oh my... Did we break him?" Orihime asked innocently. "Because I've heard that shifting your paradigm without a clutch is painful..."

Rukia turned back to her lover with a bemused smile. Just another one of the things she loved about her orange-haired princess.

"Possibly... On the other hand, he's taking it better than Ichigo did." Closing the door in front of Byakuya's face, still stuck in that horrified expression. "Now, where were we?"

"Hm? Oh! Oh dear, horrible evil Arrancar woman! Don't slake your immortal lusts with my nubile body!" Orihime read from a card, shaking in a very brief version of her school uniform. Rukia smirked behind her fake Arrancar mask.

"You just seem to be asking for it," she purred, before pouncing.

Later, the servants would find Byakuya in his office, drinking expensive sake like it was going out of style and asking himself where he'd gone wrong...

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Omake number 5 next chapter.