Secret Memo Number Seven – Carrot-head Must Die
Memo to self: The carrot-headed punk must die. To this day, I have not succeeded in finding out what the "heartfelt" words were that Renji intended to say to me in my hospital room, before we were rudely interrupted by the ningen upstart jumping up three floors to poke half his body through the window.
I cannot ask my lieutenant directly, for it would expose an unbecoming neediness in my character. Yet, I am unable to extract it from him by subtle means. I did ask him after the orange-headed moron left if he thought the boy intended to continue disrespectfully and familiarly addressing me by my first name – it was my attempt to glean from him hints about how he himself would feel about calling me "Byakuya" (especially in the throes of passion). But the idiot baboon had nothing to say.
Nothing to say? When I was all but undressed, scarfless and devoid of my hair-crimping kenseikan, robe gaping open at the front, and only flimsy bandages protecting my noble body? He should have had an overwhelming urge to rip those bandages off me to reach my raw, aristocratic flesh. The physical pain he would have inflicted would have been a fitting reflection of the psychological anguish I endure.
Additional note to self: Explore the possibility that it will be more exciting to have Renji address me as "Captain" rather than "Byakuya" in the throes of passion. It does seem sexier.
