title ref - "Right By My Side" - Nicki Minaj ft. Chris Brown/ Pink Friday.. Roman Reloaded (2012)
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disclaimer! the Bleach crew belong to Tite Kubo; Kita, Kiba, and Shizuka are mine. enjoy~
Kiba looked up from reading to see his sister plop down next to him at the table, sipping her tea deeply; he raised a brow.
"Did you two get into a fight or something?" He asked curiously, perking her ears.
Kita lowered her cup and pushed a few strands of hair back from her face. "I guess so. It must be rare for you to see us fighting." She said, laughing weakly and looking at her brother.
He shook his head and gave a little sigh, closing his book. "Not even close. I've seen you two bicker when you were still in the Academy, and on occasion in the following years. Kita, you know how stubborn he is. You know him better than anyone." He said the last bit softly, smirking wryly at her depressed stare.
She nodded slightly and sighed, resting her cheek on the palm of her right hand. "I know." She sighed heavily and scowled down at her free hand, watching it furl into a fist. "I've come to the realization that I don't care what Byakuya or anyone says; I need to speak my mind." She said firmly, releasing her cheek of her hand to sip her tea again.
He nodded. "You talk like Mom, when you swear things like that." He said quietly, his amber eyes pensive.
Kita looked at her brother and felt a small smile curve her lips. "Good; reminds me that we were related." She mused softly.
Kiba looked past her at the opening and closing of the front room door and smirked slightly. "Well, look what the cat dragged in." He said lightly, perking her ears as their silent guest sat down next to her.
"I had a feeling you would come here." He mused, his comment and eyes solely for the black-haired woman at his right.
She blushed slightly and nodded. "I didn't feel like returning to the house." She said, straightening from sitting down and looking at him, glancing at her brother. "Can we talk in my room? Sorry, Kiba-nii." She requested, giving the renegade Soul Reaper a weak smile.
Kiba nodded. "It's all right," he excused her, watching his sister and brother-in-law abandon the kitchen to speak privately in her old bedroom.
He smiled to himself. "You haven't changed much, Kita." He murmured, opening his book and returning to reading it.
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He watched her pace infront of him with calm eyes, knowing she paced whenever she needed to keep herself controlled and keep from shouting things she would regret in the future.
She finally stopped pacing to heave her shoulders in a reserved sigh and look at the dying sun outside her room to keep from looking at his gray eyes. "I'm sorry, for speaking out of turn like I did. I know you're still angered with me for being an insubordinate lieutenant and wife, so don't try and convince me otherwise." She apologized, her hands at her sides balling into fists out of reflex.
He remained silent for a few minutes, looking at her. "Say something, will you?" She whispered, sparing a brief glance at him before looking away and folding her arms over her belly.
He let a small faint smirk grace his lips at her plea, finally lowering his gaze and looking down at the floor. "I forgave you, already. And I'm not angered with you, either." He added pointedly, earning a slightly stunned look from her big blue gaze.
Kita scowled annoyedly, looking away again. "Yes you are; I know you better than anyone else, you arrogant idiot. So don't patronize me." She retorted sharply, knowing he found her annoying when she spoke out of turn repeatedly or didn't obey him like she knew she should.
Byakuya stared at her for a few moments longer before exhaling and straightening to his feet, moving towards her; she looked up at him with a brazen scowl, caution and irritation hidden behind the scowl she wore.
He lifted a hand to gingerly stroke her hair, surprising her further; she fought the slight shiver rolling down her spine at his familiar stroking of her black hair, closing her eyes tightly as if she cringed at his touch.
He continued stroking her hair, wordlessly getting closer to her until he slipped his free arm around her waist and held her to his torso.
She opened her eyes partly and then closed them again, latching onto the back of his neck and crushing herself to his chest; he smiled slightly in relief, holding onto her tightly as he rested his chin on her shoulder, squeezing the small of her back gently.
Kita furrowed her brow and buried her face into his throat, bowing her head against his neck as a small lump formed in her own throat, clogging it.
Byakuya played with her hair absently, frowning slightly at hearing a muffled sniffle escape her. "There's more to this." He guessed quietly, perking her ears.
She nodded and pulled away some from his neck to rest her cheek on his shoulder. "I… I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me. Every step I've taken in the past few months has ended badly. Maybe I'm not cut out to be your lieutenant, after all." She declared, scoffing quietly as a bitter smirk formed on her lips.
He scowled.
"Don't even think that." He remarked sharply, warranting a surprised glance from her; he held her tightly, exhaling. "Kita, I chose you as my lieutenant not because you're my wife, not because I've known you since that first day you joined the Academy: I chose you because you're strong. You're strong, stubborn, beautiful, reckless, and frankly, you're the only person I can trust." He stared at her slightly awed gaze, letting a small smile curl his lips. "There's nothing wrong with you. The fact that you've made mistakes only proves that you're as normal as the rest of us." He finished sternly, letting the smile remain on his face.
She felt herself smile weakly before she wiped the tears away. "Thank you, Byakuya. That helps a lot." She said quietly, perking up slightly when he stroked her cheek gently, holding her face.
He sighed quietly and kissed her forehead. "Just don't cry, all right? I hate seeing you cry." He requested, flashing a faint smirk.
Kita ignored the slight blush on her cheeks, pulling back to fold her arms calmly. "Okay, but you're still an idiot. As you always were, when we were children." She teased gently, seeing him make a face at her accusation that made her giggle.
Byakuya smirked again and stroked her cheek, kissing her. "You're still impossible like always." He retorted quietly.
She smirked back and kissed tenderly, hugging him. "Noble." She grumbled, pouting at his always-correct remark.
He hugged her waist, sighing. "Stubborn woman." He replied, hearing her chuckle.
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Birds chirped lightly in the calm afternoon.
A grunt of desperation escaped her as he dodged her kick, side-swiping as his right fist struck out at her jaw.
She jumped away and skidded into the ground, panting slightly before wiping sweat from her brow.
Damn it, I hate Hakuda training, she thought, watching him straighten from his poised stance to look at her.
"If you want to stop for the day, we can…" He began to point out.
"No." She straightened and tossed her hair back absently, looking at him stubbornly. "I can do this. Please, let's try again." She protested, a scowl furrowing her brow.
He nodded. "Very well, then. Come at me, Kita." He ordered, lifting a hand challengingly.
She smirked wryly at his challenge; you're still the same cocky kid deep down, aren't you? She wondered silently, rushing forward at a quick sprint, eyes locked on his placid gray stare.
He dodged with little effort as she lifted her feet into the air and went sailing at his face feet-first, hearing her crash into the small fence of the courtyard behind him.
She scrambled to her feet as he rounded on her and lunged for her waist, grunting and landing a kick on his stomach; he fell back some, ignoring the blossoming pain from her lucky blow and swinging a leg out at her ankles, tripping her.
Kita rolled until she landed on her feet again, grunting softly and flying at him, throwing punch after punch and kick after kick at his face, arms, body with renewed energy.
Byakuya swiftly hid the surprise at seeing her throw blow after blow at him, blocking each one with easy skill; well, it's about time you actually put some effort into your Hakuda, he mused, elated that after almost 30 years she was finally getting accustomed with perfecting her hand-to-hand combat skills.
He finally struck, blocking her last punch and sending one of his own at her stomach to repay her earlier blow; she feinted getting hit, moving to the side and throwing a final fist at his chest, making contact and sending him flying back.
Byakuya skidded into the ground, panting slightly with his pulled back black hair loosely hanging out from being kept out of his face by the white hair-tie; he straightened steadily, annoyed that a smug grin adorned his wife's face.
"That was a lucky shot." He said flatly, slightly peeved at seeing her look so smug.
She rolled her eyes calmly. "Call it what you will, I managed to deliver two blows in one hour. I'd say that was more than lucky." She dismissed his words.
"She's got a point, y'know." A voice declared from the courtyard pathway, making both Kuchiki captain and lieutenant look up to see they had an audience of four.
The blue-haired Espada clucked his tongue and jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at the brown-haired renegade sitting on his right. "Dragon-eyes is right, for once. Yer wife looks like she's gettin' better at kicking your ass." He added, earning a scowl from said man, his blue eyes boredly staring at the gray-eyed captain.
Byakuya scoffed at his assumption, doing his best to ignore his wife's quieted giggle. "If you're so confident about your assumption, why don't you challenge her?" He wondered flatly, perking his ears.
Grimmjow scoffed back. "Didn't I already fight her?" He remarked.
Kita rolled her eyes. "Before you two start arguing again, it's already getting late and I'm tired." She declared, nudging her husband with her elbow and walking past him to go inside.
Rukia caught her rather playful glance she darted at her brother and straightened, dusting her hakama off. "Kita's right, it's getting late. Ichigo, let's get back to the barracks before it gets dark." She amended, looking at him as he blinked confusedly.
"Eh? Why tha hell are we leaving now?" Ichigo protested.
She puffed her cheeks out in a scowl and sighed, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to his feet. "Just come on! Geez, you're such a dumbass sometimes…" She snapped impatiently, leading the way away from the courtyard and back to their barracks.
"'Night, Byakuya-nii! Kiba, Grimmjow!" Rukia called over her shoulder as Ichigo waved at them before the two sprinted away into the growing darkness.
Kiba cleared his throat loudly and hopped to his feet, looking to Grimmjow. "C'mon, Grimmjow; I think Ikkakku said something earlier about goin' to drink sake," he declared, throwing a look at the blue-haired man and whistling airily, his zanpakuto slung over his shoulder casually as he led the way away from the house, the slightly confused Espada following him with his hands in his pockets.
Byakuya watched them leave with a slightly baffled raised brow. Why did they leave so soon? He wondered.
"Oh Byakuya, c'mon inside before ya catch a cold!" Kita called lightly, perking his ears before he looked at her and exhaled.
He followed her beckon and traipsed inside the house, closing the door behind him.
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He looked at her as she was busy combing her dampened hair after she'd showered, he himself drying his hair with the towel.
She looked up at him and chuckled softly at seeing the sight.
He raised his eyebrows. "What's so funny?" He wondered suspiciously.
She shook her head and put her comb down, straightening. "Sit down; you never did know how to fix your hair." She instructed gently, earning a look from him before he complied and did as she instructed, handing her the towel.
Kita dried his hair gently, trying not to pull anything as she ruffled his hair with the towel calmly.
Byakuya brushed the old feeling of caution and curiosity he always felt whenever she would be kind to him and help him with grooming, staring into space as he allowed her to continue helping him.
He heard her sigh quietly as the towel was retracted from his hair and she tossed the towel into the indoor bathroom. "Done, already?" He wondered of her.
She nodded and fiddled with his slightly dampened hair. "Your hair's getting long. Again." She noted gently, not seeing the patient expression he adorned at hearing her words.
"You've never complained about it in the past, you know." He remarked calmly, hearing her chuckle softly.
She smiled and sighed calmly, leaning onto his back and hugging his neck, her breasts pressing against the fabric of his haori.
Byakuya smiled wistfully at her action, holding her arms that draped down his chest and squeezing reflexively.
Kita buried her nose into the side of his throat and closed her eyes. "First time for everything, right?" She guessed softly, her breath on his skin earning a slight shiver from his body.
He brushed the feeling away and nodded. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He mused, lifting one of her hands in his own and squeezing gently, running his thumb over her palm.
Kita smiled at his familiar method of caressing her hand he usually performed even before they were engaged, nuzzling into his neck and sighing quietly. "Byakuya, can I ask you something?" She asked softly, perking his ears and stirring him from his reverie.
"Anything." He replied quietly, giving her hands a slight squeeze.
She pulled her head away from being nestled into his neck, propping her chin on his shoulder. "Why didn't you court me?" She wondered innocently.
He blinked once and lowered his gaze to her clasped hands resting over his heart, holding them again. "I didn't see it fitting, for you." He answered quietly, perking her ears.
She cocked her head to the side. "What d'you mean?" She asked curiously, staring at him.
Byakuya smirked slightly at hearing how innocent she sounded when she pressed on, squeezing her hands as the smirk turned into a wistful smile. "Ever since we met, that day, I knew you were not like every other girl; you were too tomboyish, and you would always make faces or comment about something feminine."
She blushed, her cheeks darkening to a slightly darker shade of pink before she nuzzled into his shoulderblade out of shyness.
"Courting would have been too tedious for you. I've known you long enough to know you would've lost your temperament within a week's worth of it." He explained plainly, glancing to see she had hid her face in the back of his haori, making him smile again.
Kita poked her head out from behind his shoulder.
"I hate to say this, but you're right. I woulda probably asked you to sleep with me sooner than later, if we did." She said reluctantly, blushing again.
He cleared his throat and did his best to make the blush on his cheeks go away. "Well that proves that two of us would've rather slept together than continue courting." Aside from the fact that you could seduce me without so much as a plea, he added silently, the memory of that first night when he'd taken her flashing in his mind's eye.
She nodded and let a wry smile form on her lips. "You look more handsome when you blush," she mused aloud.
He made a face and looked away as she giggled softly. "Kita, honestly." He grumbled.
She smiled again and kissed his neck, hugging his shoulders before looking at him. "I meant it." She said quietly.
Byakuya looked at her blue gaze that looked more like a clear sky than anything, smiling slightly. "It's hard to tell, when you tease like that." He remarked.
Kita pouted and huffed. "Well clean your ears out, then." She grumbled.
He smirked gently, releasing her hands of one hand as it reached to stroke her cheek and push hair from her blue gaze.
She blinked and blushed slightly, smiling humbly as he tucked some strands behind her ear before his index finger caught her chin, lifting it slightly so her blue eyes met his cool gray stare.
Byakuya landed a gentle kiss on her lips, feeling her respond with her well-used quick reflexes as she tenderly pressed her lips to his.
Kita felt him smile against her lips as she kissed a little firmly, her tongue softly touching his own, humbly pleading for entrance.
He smiled back, obliging and shirking free of her arms grip on his neck to fold an arm around her back, his free hand pulling her closer.
She blushed slightly and hugged his neck, kissing again as his tongue explored her mouth, pressing on her own tongue and gaining a soft moan.
Kita curled her fingers in his drying black hair, pressing her chest to his own as he wrapped both arms around her waist.
Byakuya kissed hungrily now, lowering her to the floor and placing an arm out next to her shoulder to support his weight, towering over her and kissing again with renewed passion.
She groaned softly and wrapped her legs around his waist out of reflexive habit, fighting back and kissing roughly, knotting her fingers in his hair and shivering.
He finally released her mouth to leave a trail of tender wanting kisses down her neck, making her writhe against him and arch her back, leaving a couple of love-bites on her throat as he groaned at how tempting she was, how she always had been to his eyes.
Kita moaned softly in protest to his biting, stifling a soft yelp by biting down on her lip as he let one hand steal beneath her yukata to grope a breast, only making her cringe and arch her back at his torture.
Byakuya smiled inwardly at being able to make her want him again, his hand inside her yukata running down her smoothed belly, dragging his fingertips along her skin, the touch making her writhe again and groan.
She decided to fight back and pulled him down to kiss roughly, pulling off his haori and reaching to undo the belt of his hakama.
He held her tightly to himself, kissing her senseless.
The moon shone brightly outside, illuminating the Kuchiki manor in a pale lunar light.
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