A/N: So, Bya-kun shows up here again. He's really making a lot of scattered appearances (lol, scatter. I didn't do that on purpose, I swear.) Anyway, more Aizen next time.
10: Birthday
"Bya-nii!" Sakura squealed, running down the hallway to catch up with her twin brother. "Happy birthday, Bya-nii!" She threw her arms around him in an embrace, beaming.
"Thanks, Sakura," Byakuya replied, removing himself from her grip. "You too."
"Aw, thanks, Bya-nii." She grinned at him. "Are you still going to train today?"
He nodded. "Of course."
"Yeah, me too. But I get to come back early, since it is our birthday and all." Sakura shrugged her shoulders and fiddled with the edge of her yukata. "Well, I'll see you later, Onii-sama. I should go change; I have to go train with Aizen-sensei in an hour. See you later!" She skipped off.
"Bye, Sakura," Byakuya said, watching her retreating figure. He shook his head, smiling slightly. Even though they were the same age, she still acted like a child. It was part of that innocent charm, he supposed, that drew so many people to her. Still smiling, he walked into the training room.
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Sakura looked at herself in the mirror, frowning. It never felt like she was a year older, and she never looked as if she'd grown either. She was still just as petite as usual, her face just as pale. Her dark hair flowed down just past her shoulders; her slate-gray eyes were wide and innocent. Honestly, she still looked like some thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager, that is, if one were to count in human years. Sakura sighed and pulled her hair back with a white ribbon. Straightening her clothes, she walked out of the manor and headed toward the fifth division.