A/n: Hello all! It's Deadly Fang. So thanks for the reviews and the A+ lol. Please keep reviewing... So! I just came to the realization that because my perverted mind (well when Byakuya is involved) can't be curbed... I'm going to have to move it to M rating. I'm not going to do it until later today cuz the rating doesn't need to be changed... yet... But later today I will just wanted to give everyone the head up... I may change it back to T again just for my fear of lemons... It's going to be a long internal battle... So yes read and review
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach but I wish I owned Byakuya... The things I'd do...
"Do not engage her. Really Kuchiki, really," I finally said. I knew we were almost at his house… Type thing. I think it was too big to be categorized as a house. The Kuchiki Manor. I didn't know whether or not to be in awe. No… No I wasn't in awe, but I'm betting a lot of people wished they could be there, which made it more entertaining.
"I have felt you reiatsu," he said.
I knew that he had probably felt… Some of it… If he had felt all of it I'd be locked up for sure. "Oh and what level would you put me at," I said smiling more to myself.
"Captain level," he said.
"You flatter me," I say, stilling smiling in a way that was meant to lure people into my little trap. He hadn't sensed it for real then. That's good for me.
"It wasn't meant to flatter."
"So you think I'm dangerous," I say with an even brighter smile.
"No."
I frown. "Oh and why not?"
"You have immense training, but don't use it properly. People like you," he said it like I was the most disgusting person ever, "just wound themselves and their surroundings."
My humor was gone. I looked at him, glaring. "Believe me Captain Kuchiki the only reason why I'm here right now is because I know that I don't have enough control to really fight you without killing you."
"That is none of your concern."
"I want to leave Soul Society. I don't want to bring down one of its supposed heroes," I said. My father would definitely be pissed if I killed the head of the Kuchiki family.
"A self absorbed little girl should not have a care-" Well first off I'm not that much younger than you...
"Self absorbed? You don't know me at all Kuckiki. Don't dare call me self absorbed when you don't know what I've been through. What I have had to do for the sake of-" I stopped my eyes widening. Too much. I had to stop talking right now.
What I had to do for the sake of Soul Society. For it's safety. Balance.
His eyes were narrowed. "That is the reason why you have to be watched."
I frowned. I'd made a mistake. "For what?" I asked, sighing to myself. I already knew why.
"You have an apparent inability to tell the whole truth."
I groaned. "You're so righteous. I am telling most of the truth. Who are you to judge me. I would never kill my sister." No, every rule would be broken before that ever happened.
It was a murderous stare. "Mistakes can be corrected and the time for you to do so is running out."
I laughed. "I have made no mistake Byakuya Kuchiki and we will see soon how my story checks out. You should get on that academy business. The sooner the better."
"We shall see," he said looking at me, with slight hostility.
I calmed myself down. Anger wasn't going to help me with anything. "What do you think I did anyway? I know you're not stupid enough to think I was with those guys."
"I did not believe you were affiliated with that group," he conceded.
"So then why? Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"You were acting suspiciously."
"And since when has that been just cause? Gin was creepy and suspicious as hell, but you guys all waited until afterward," I said.
He stared at me and I realized he was sifting through responses. "You have yet to come up with a reason for which those men would attack you."
Actually I honestly hadn't a clue how they knew I was going to be there. I got why someone would want to attack me… But they hadn't attacked like they knew who I was. That should have concerned me more, but my thought's were on getting out. Now that I was thinking about it however, they had mentioned a boss… A boss. Which basically meant we hadn't really taken care of the problem.
"Well I am kind of attractive?" Then I looked away flustered. "At least some guys think I am. I don't know about most or maybe those some guys are just out of their minds. It's a possibility."
He scoffs at me. I had no idea what that meant. What does it mean? "A women such as you knows her beauty."
Now it was my turn to scoff. I didn't have a super duper weak self confidence. I didn't go around breaking mirrors. I even thought I was pretty, but beautiful. No. My hair was too crazy. My pale skin and gold eyes were striking, but the contrast was a little too much. Just as the angles of my face were a little too extreme. Everything was a little too over the edge for me to ever be considered beautiful.
"I don't know what they wanted with me," I finally say."And that is the truth whether you believe it or not and I can't wait until you get that information from the academy. Then I'll enjoy wiping that arrogant all superior look off your face." And there goes the temper control right out the window.
He stared at me for along time. I think I liked it better when he was pretending not to look at me. His stare was too intense. It made me fidget.
Another audible sigh, another thing I doubt he did often. I wondered what he was thinking when he did that. Perhaps just completely exasperated with me. "We are here Miyako."
Yes we were here. At the now, open gates of the Kuchiki Manor. I suppose it should have taken my breath away and all of that, but I couldn't muster up a reaction. Anger was running thickly through my veins.
The ground stretched extremely far. I had heard he had a river going through his backyard. The huge pond in front was also impressive. All throughout the grounds of course were sakura trees. All of them appearing to be completely in bloom. It was almost ethereal. We walked the dirt path up to the two story house. It was long enough that the end couldn't be seen. A place that I could easily be lost in.
"Pretty," I commented.
"Thank you." I knew the response was only because of his noble upbringing. I could tell that he hadn't wanted to say a thing. Not in his tone of course, that was always kept at a perfect level. Let's just call it a hunch.
"So who lives here?" I asked.
There was definitely suspicion in his eyes now. It took him a moment to reply. "My sibling, Rukia and Hana Kuchiki."
His sister and his aunt. All for one big house. I guess I wasn't really one to say anything.
He walked forward, with that same expectation that I would follow him. Again. The patterns that were occurring were getting annoying. I'd eventually have to find a way out of this recurring theme. I liked control and I had none.
I followed behind him diligently. His walk had that strange fluidity to it that at first I didn't notice how quickly we were walking. I saw white walls and wood paneled floors. And doors… A lot of doors.
"I take it I'm not getting the tour," I said dryly. No reply. I was beginning to think that he didn't know how to respond to sarcasm.
Then he suddenly turned. In surprise I almost kept walking, but at the last second was able to follow as he went through a door.
Nothing in this room… Except a counter, a few chairs, and cabinets… This better not be where I was staying.
"Sit down," he said, and it was definitely a command. The urge to rebel went through me again. This time stronger. I met his eyes defiantly, but the lack of emotion in his made it hard to be defiant.
I looked away and sat down.
Even though he never said anything or looked at me with a smile I felt like he was being a sore winner. That there was some type of triumph in the way he held himself. It infuriated me.
He was doing something in the cabinets… I fidgeted in my chair, I had an inability to sit still. It was just a thing… Plus he was making me a little nervous.
He found whatever he was looking for and brought it out. It was a small white case. I stared at it and then back at him.
"What is that?" I ask, hesitantly. I didn't know if I wanted to know. Then again. This was Byakuya Kuchiki. He didn't take people into little rooms and do horrible things to them, where was the honor in that? My thoughts had taken on a very sarcastic tone.
It was a brief instant, but the corner of his mouth lifted up. "A medical kit Miyako."
I looked away, red in embarrassment. He could see right through me. "I don't need a medical kit," I mumbled.
"Blood has been running down your face and your leg for the past ten minutes. I believe that medical attention is necessary.
I put my hand to my face and felt the liquid that was settling so nicely in my hair. I had been wiping it out of my eyes… No wonder Renji found me suspicious I probably looked insane. But I had patched up my leg. I looked down and saw the red on my ankle… Never mind.
I had never had to learn all that medical stuff. I usually zoned out when the tutors brought it up. That had always been my sisters area. Her zanpakuto was the healing kind… Understatement of the year… But anyways. She liked that kind of stuff. I hated it. Regret ran through me.
"At least it appears to not have stained the dress," I muttered. If I had been wearing something tighter like jeans that probably would have been unavoidable.
He knelt in from to of me… And I freaked… Again. "Whoa. What are you doing?" I said quickly. "You're not doing it are you because I don't feel comfortable with this at all.
"You expressed distress towards Division Four giving you attention," he said. He seemed very annoyed.
"Don't you have someone who can do it?" I asked.
"Members of the fourth division."
I glowered at him. "You're trying to be difficult."
"I am not Miss Miyako. I assure you that for the type of wounds you have received that I am able to give-"
"You see your fancy sentence structuring is not helping things at all."
"You are injured. Do not be a fool and resist medical attention."
I wasn't being foolish. I had a gun right above the cut on my leg. There was also the other reason…
"If it is about your weapon I will not confiscate it."
I looked at him in astonishment. "You knew about it?" I asked, surprised more then anything.
Apathetic look. "Your gait was altered immediately."
Another amateur mistake. "You know you really suck. My self confidence is plummeting every single second I'm near you."
I however slowly pulled up the edges of my kimono. I did it slowly mostly because my self consciousness made me really embarrassed, but also because it was fun to watch his eyes. Of course he was looking at my leg in a totally medical way, but I could daydream.
When we got past my knee thin scars where revealed, scattered all along talking of pain. A lot of pain. Time had healed them so they were all only fine white lines, but I remembered it all. He hadn't gotten far. Just my thighs and a few, slightly nastier scars on my stomach. I might have died if the assassin hadn't went a little too far with his orders. And then I had shot his brains out. You see no one ever expects a gun.
There was as instance of concern in Byakuya when he saw the thin white lines. That mixed with surprised. He quickly covered it like he did with everything.
"Interesting weapon you have," Byakuya commented on the gun which surprised me in turn. "A firearm?" he asked.
"Yeah a girls gotta love her guns," I said with a smile.
"Another asinine human creation."
I frowned. "Humans don't have the abilities that shinigami's do, not too surprising. But you know what maybe they should start throwing razor sharp flowers at each other. That would really help."
He ignored the jibe. Took whatever it was out of the case and put his left hand on my thigh. I flinched away immediately, my face changing shade automatically.
The look he gave me was definitely for an immature child.
"I'm sorry!" I said, "but your hands are really cold." And they were cold, but instead of the chill all I felt was heat. I needed to get out of here, like a day ago.
"Would you sit still?" he asked when he began cleaning out the wound. The pain of that I could easily deal with. My sister always wondered how I got tons of injuries while be stuck in the house, never mind the times when I get out. I come back with broken bones and cuts like you'd never believe. Anyway, I was use to the sting that came with it. It was almost comforting.
I watched him in silence. Trying to ignore his presence. His movements were precise and at the same time elegant. There was something strange about him attending to me.
"I didn't see you as the medical type," I finally say.
"We are all expected to know the basics."
"That's in the academy. You didn't go the academy," I said grumbling under my breath. So he can achieve bankai without going to school, but if I did it, it was suspicious.
"I still had to learn the rules properly and-" He paused as he finished bandaging my leg. "One of them requires all soul reapers to have basic knowledge in medicine."
I looked at the bandaging and it was a million times better than mine… My sisters was still probably a million times better than his though… So I was going to say slightly above average job. "Wow, maybe you should have been in the medical squad."
It was brief, lapse in stoic composer. He snorted. "I think your placement of people is lacking."
He had stood up and was much too close to my face. His hand came up my face and tilted it.
…
"What are you doing!" I said quickly trying to backpedal. You can't backpedal in a chair. Just saying.
He sighed and it was back to exasperation. "The wound on your head. I was assessing the extent of the damage inflicted," he said slowly.
Right that thing that was causing blood to run down the side of my face. "It's not that deep. The blood flow has stopped, I think," I replied. "You know head wounds are always bloody."
"Yes, I know that, but I find it hard to believe that woman who claims to be-"
"I was a tomboy. Loved getting myself beat up in all sorts of ways." Funny how I said that like it was past tense. "I'm telling you it's nothing too bad."
"It would not hurt you to get it bandaged."
I glared down at my lap. I felt helpless. At the mercy of a man. He wasn't giving me any space to move. "I suppose not," I respond.
And he begins to clean the wound that so nicely decorates my hairline. If Suzu heals the wound fast enough after it's inflicted it usually doesn't leave a scar. No telling what would happen with this. Not that I minded too much. I might seem superficial to Byakuya, but minus clothing I didn't care much for appearances. Clothing should always look pretty. Okay so I was a little superficial.
He was cleaning the wound and our eyes kept making contact. I was always the first to look away. This felt intimate in the weirdest way. Silver meeting gold over and over. He didn't have any emotion in his eyes and I had no idea what was in mine.
"Miyako," he said. I hadn't even realized he'd stopped.
"Huh?" I ask and it comes out more breathlessly than I meant it to.
"I am done."
Suddenly I didn't want it to be.
