Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Word Count: 141
AN: Whoa- shortest chapter ever?
A Kiss for Shelter
Idleness Hardly Suits
Finally, after perhaps an hour, Byakuya's measured footsteps came to a halt.
He turned, his expression free of any telling emotion and ordered, "Abarai, Kurosaki, with me."
Hearing their surnames the two men looked up, blinked, and then in unison turned questioning gazes on one another.
Kurosaki scratched his head as Abarai cleared his throat.
They spoke simultaneously:
"Ugh, Byakuya, you really think-,"
"Sir, I don't suspect Xochitl-san-,"
The captain's gaze cut to the two in seconds flat and the protests died, tongues frozen by the threatening look.
When the noble captain pivoted on his heel, heading toward Squad Four's rarely used training grounds, both men jumped to their feet to trail in his wake.
Soon the ringing sound of steel, the scuffle of feet in the dirt, and the huff of exertion could be heard, bounding off the courtyard walls.