Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 310
A Kiss for Shelter
Still Pretending
In his mind it was only a game. He was waiting for the advantage over those that would deem to control him.
But the ante was sufficiently upped when he was so easily reminded of the woman sacrificing herself.
Hachimoto-san only had to breeze in in a cloud of familiar fragrance and his heart was off-beat.
"That fragrance…"
The noblewoman elegantly maneuvered into seiza before smiling at him, "Fragrance? Oh… The hair potion… Xochitl-san made it…"
That would explain it. The former courtesan changed scents every week, each aroma tantalizing in its own way, like her tea. Honey and vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon was a favorite for the taming cream she mixed for her hair.
The captain was suddenly drowning in waves of regret that tugged insistently.
He abruptly excused himself. He barely noted the startled look on Hachimoto-san's face or heard her concerned inquiries.
The evening air could not cool his brow and did nothing to ease the distinct tingling in his hands.
He hissed through his teeth and flexed his hands impatiently.
Just then a commotion at the gates caught his attention and he turned.
One of the stealth squad appeared moments later, kneeling a few steps away, "Kuchiki-Taichou."
Byakuya's anxiety fell away in seconds flat. With an inscrutable mask he faced the swathed shinobi, "Speak."
"Riots have broken out in several districts of the Rukongai. The presence of the Sixth Division is requested by Kyoraku Sou-Taichou. He has asked that your squad be spread throughout sectors 70 to 100."
With a bare nod Byakuya affirmed and the messenger dispersed.
Maneuvers fell into line behind his eyes and Byakuya called forth a hell butterfly. After relaying his message for his lieutenant the captain flash-stepped to the gates. He spared a brief glance toward the East- to the thick trees- before hurrying on to lead his squad.