Chapter - Height Advantage
Disclaimer - If Bleach was owned by some 15 year old girl, no one would want to watch/read it cough not after what I'd do to it.
Warnings - OCC, AU from here on and forever. I'm gonna stop putting this (as I feel it is useless and obvious :D; ) unless it contains some possibly offensive material...Rukia celebrating Christmas isn't religiously offensive is it?
A/N: Late White Day's fic, I forgot to upload it xX;
"Ne, nii-sama, haven't you prepared anything?"
Kuchiki Byakuya lifted his eyes from his work and glanced at his younger sister beaming in front of him and lifted an eyebrow.
"Prepared? Whatever for?"
She let out an exaggerated gasp as if he'd just announced his resignation of his rank to pursue his dream as a singer, "You mean you don't know what today IS?"
He glanced at the calendar lying on the top left corner of his desk and replied, "Mar-"
"NO! IT'S WHITE DAY!" she slammed her hand down on his desk, causing papers to flutter everywhere. Immediately, she turned around a gave an elaborate twirl, leaving glitter and flowers scattered on his office floor. "Ah, the day that every young girl waits for!"
A few months ago, she claimed it was Christmas...
"In return for the handmade chocolate they've pour blood and sweat into-
Blood and sweat went into those horribly burnt things left on his desk every February? No wonder they tasted so bad...
"-tears!"
Hmm, he knew chocolate wasn't supposed to be salty.
"How could you neglect this day? Nii-sama!"
He sighed and tried his best to ignore the mess of an office he now had. Inhale, exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inha-
"You're supposed to make them presents in return! Or buying them is sufficient as well!"
Were the conffetti pieces and sparkles ever going to run out?
"Ah! There's presents for accepting thier chocolates, and a gift for nicely refusing too!"
Sparkles...flower petals...Senbonzakura. His hand twitched for his zanpakutou.
"I remember that huge pile of chocolate you got last month ufufufu aren't you going to buy anything? Nii-sama?"
Calm down. Don't kill her. She's Hisana's last blood relative...must protect...sister.
"Ne, ne nii-sama! Would you like me to go shopping with you?"
I promised.
"I know where to get the cutest Chappy chocolates! Let's go!"
Inhale. Exhale.
"C'mon! Nii-sama, you HAVE TO! It's the rule of White Day!"
Rule?
Ah, it was...inevitable then. He would have to go through this...this..tradition.
"I suppose this cannot be helped then," he sighed again and stood.
"YAY! LET'S GO!"
"It's alright, I will organize the preparations myself."
"Ehhhh? Aw, fine. they're your gifts," Rukia sniffled dramatically into a lacy handkerchief and then skipped happily out the door singing some absurd, made-up song about Chappy chocolate, painfully out of tune.
He was going to murder his vice-captain later for giving her so much sugar.
The Sixth Division Captain furrowed his brows, trying to remember how many of the chocolates he hadn't managed to refuse last month... After completing his list, he ventured in search of a store selling giftables for this strange holiday.
Unbelievable.
Kuchiki Byakuya. The Kuchiki Byakuya. Standing outside the 11th division's door, asking for a meeting with their midget vice-captain.
The door slammed open, and he was met with their third chair. The bald one; what was his name again? Ugh, it didn't matter anymore.
"Huh? Kuchiki Taichou? What're you doin' here? Kusajishi Fukutaichou? Just a minute, I'll go get her," he said, glancing down at the package in the older man's hands before running off.
For the life of Kuchiki Byakuya, he could not realize why this situation was so painfully uncomfortable. He was merely standing outside the doorstep of the person whom he owes a gift in return.
"Uwa! The taichou with the funny bone things on his head!"
Didn't anyone teach this child to respect her elders? Ah, nevermind, her - guardian was that Zaraki Kenpachi.
"CANDY! You brought me candy? YAY, THANKIES!"
"Hm," he prepared to flash-step back to his office as quickly as possible.
"Byebye Byachan!"
Twitch.
Yachiru beamed and opened the box of candy with glee. She knew that redistributing the burnt chocolate that no one in the 11th division wanted to eat had been the best idea ever. Her speed and sixe allowed her to get past the fangirl crowds and directly into offices. No officer's desk was safe from the short vice-captain.