AN: Yo. I'm back again. And it's the same day – I just finished studying a bit of chemistry. I'll go back once I finish this chapter. I promise. I'm having too much fun writing this fic XD Oh..and thanks to the 20th reviewer because now i can update this story, which I have been dying to update. PS. I have the other chapters... muaahahaha
Disclaimer: --- GLARE… -sigh- I don't own Bleach…
ON TO THE STORY!
A Summer Job: Position?
Renji groaned. Now, this groan wasn't your typical, 'Oh crap, homework', groan, it was more like, 'Oh crap, all my bones are dislocated, my ligaments are stretched, and if I move, I'll break', sort of groan. He had been chased around all night for laughing at a confused Zaraki.
Argh. Damn that Zaraki. He HAD to take me seriously.
The sunlight came streaming in through his window. Renji diverted his gaze to his table, where his clock lay. 5:00AM. Vice-captain's meeting in one hour. No, this time it was a combined meeting, due to the appearance of Ichigo. He closed his eyes. But, when he couldn't get back to sleep, he rolled out of bed, grunting as his muscles stretched, and changed into his shinigami uniform. He was thinking of taking a little stroll before the Vice-captain's meeting. It would do him good. Or so he thought.
His 'little stroll' ended prematurely when he saw Ichigo and Rukia sleeping together. He didn't know how long he gaped at them; it was really something he couldn't believe. One, Rukia and Ichigo fought over every single word – how could they possibly end up sleeping together. The good way, he thought blushing furiously. Not that those two sleeping together were good he thought jealously. Two, sleeping together outside? What was Rukia thinking? Actually, what was Ichigo thinking. That bastard, lying on her lap like…like…Argh… He couldn't think of the word. Or, more accurately, he didn't want to say the word that he had learnt on his travels in the real world.
Boyfriend…An involuntary shudder. Jeez. This was going to put him in a bad mood all day. Why? Its not like he actually…liked…He stood there exasperated while Ichigo and Rukia slept peacefully. He stomped away, and then a little grin formed on his face.
"Oh…TAICHOU!" Renji sung out sweetly below his captain's quarters. He thought it was sweetly. The birds that were hanging around the captain's quarters didn't. They screeched and howled like their life depended on it (and it did), and flew away, jibbering (in their language) how shinigami's came up with the worst wake-up jokes possible.
An unruffled Kuchiki Byakuya, slowly walked onto his balcony. Glided would be a better word. And also wearing his captain's robes once again. He would definitely not be caught a second time. He saw it was Renji and frowned. He had remembered that laugh that sounded distinctly like Renji when that brat humiliated him.
"What?"
"Oh, Kuchiki-taichou," Renji said with a sickening smile, "We still have 45 minutes till the meeting. Wanna come take a stroll?"
"No." Byakuya turned and glided slowly back to his bedroom.
"Oh. That's too bad then. I guess I'll have to spy on Rukia and Ichigo all by myself."
Byakuya stopped. "Are you implying, Renji, that something might be happening between my sister and…that brat?" even though he knew full well that there was something happening between his sister and that Kurosaki Ichigo, and it wasn't just friendship.
Ever since Ichigo had left to the living world, Rukia had moped around. Well, not exactly moped around – she still did her duties – but she lacked the energy to do anything. Even with Renji around, she still lacked…the will. When that brat showed up last night, he noticed, with interest, that somehow she felt more alive. Which was ironic really, seeing as she was dead already. They were all dead. But Kurosaki Ichigo wasn't. He was alive. And he made Rukia feel alive. Byakuya's thoughts were interrupted by Renji.
"Uh, Taicho?" Renji's voice sounded a bit softer than usual.
"Yes?"
"Don't worry about it." His usual look of glee was replaced by seriousness, something that was unusual.
Byakuya looked at him one last time before going back to his bedroom. Renji had obviously been thinking about what he was thinking.
"Ok," Yamamoto's eyes scanned the room "we aren't all here."
Renji snickered loudly. Yamamoto's eyes flickered over to the vice captain of the 6th division. Byakuya, if anything, looked unimpressed.
"Abarai Renji."
"Yes sir?"
"I presume, by your earlier actions, that you know where Kurosaki Ichigo is?"
"Yes sir."
"Get him."
"Yes sir."
Renji ran back to the place where he had seen Ichigo and Rukia. They were still there, lying on the grass, sleeping.
Hmmph…
A mischievous grin planted itself on his face. He took a deep breath.
"WAKEY, WAKEY!"
Instantly the surrounding area was filled with flying birds. The birds that had rested on Kuchiki-taichou's residence had now moved to where Ichigo and Rukia were (note the past tense) sleeping. They had settled in with their feathered friends, thinking that they were safe from a certain red haired shinigami who had a 'wondrous' voice. Unfortunately they were mistaken. The vice captain had graciously enlightened them yet again, and they flew up in the air yelling (in their language) obscenities about the singer's mother.
Ichigo leapt 5 feet into the air. Well, he would have leapt 5 feet into the air, if it weren't for a certain shinigami who had sat up immediately. The back of his head met the bottom of her chin and they both collapsed, knocked out.
Renji sighed. He had been so considerate, waking them up nicely, but no, they had to fake waking up, and go back to sleep. Sighing, he picked up the orange haired shinigami with one hand, and the raven-haired shinigami with the other.
Back in the meeting room, silence prevailed.
"Um, Yamamoto-taichou?" The speaker was none other than Momo Hinamori.
"Yes?"
"Even though Kurosaki-kun is going to be taichou, what about the other two spots of captain?"
Yamamoto looked at her. "All we can do, is elect new ones." Murmurs passed throughout the room. "Yes, this was going to happen sooner, but we weren't sure about the exact details of Aizen's departure." More murmurs. "Now that we know, all we need to do is hold the general captain election." He paused, the murmurs were annoying him, though he didn't show it. "Since," he looked sternly at Hinamori, who was whispering to the 10th division captain, who was getting redder by the minute, "Since that the 3rd division, and the 9th division do not have captains to challenge, any shinigami is allowed to take part against an existing captain."
While discussing who was going to challenge who, the sliding door slid open loudly. There stood Renji, holding a dazed Ichigo by the back of his shinigami clothes, and, Byakuya noted with a tiny hint of amusement, holding Rukia in his arms like a new born child.
If Byakuya could get any more amused, then this next moment would be it. The vice-captain abruptly dropped the orange-haired shinigami on the meeting floor, and then placed Rukia gently outside the meeting hall, so that she was leaning against the wall, still sleeping.
"OI! What did you have to do that for?" Ichigo was now sitting, his eyes glaring at his red-haired friend.
"Shutup."
"I don't want to hear that from you, who dropped me down like a sack of potatoes."
"Shutup."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
And they were about to continue on their largely productive argument, which, by the way was well structured, and had a couple of good points, when Kuchiki Byakuya coughed.
Silence prevailed.
Yamamoto motioned for the two shinigami's to take their places, trying not to rub his temples with his idle hands.
"As you all know, Kurosaki Ichigo is now here to temporarily fill in the position of Captain, over the 5th division." The captain's and vice-captain's nodded.
"Good, that's settled." The old man looked around. "Oh yes, Abarai Renji, you may be happy to know that there will be an all out contest to see who takes the place of the 3rd squad captain, or the 9th squad captain."
The others fidgeted. Like they didn't know this was coming. Of course Renji would have been placed in the captain's position. He had after all, learnt his bankai. The meeting continued.
Hitsugaya felt bored. He looks bored, thought Hinamori. She reached over and squeezed his hand. Ok, he definitely didn't look bored now. You can't be bored and blushing at the same time. The redness contrasted with the whiteness of his hair.
That same redness attracted Yamamoto. He looked over to the 150 year old boy with amusement. "Before you all leave, Hitsugaya-taicho will accompany Kurosaki-taicho today to work on his captaincy duties."
Hitsugaya glanced up at the old man. Was that a glint of amusement in his eye?
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