A/N: I know it has been forever and a day since I last updated no going around that! I was looking over all my old work recently and felt like updating... So here is a most unexpected I'm sure update. We will see if I do a slightly better job of keeping up. :/ I make no promises...

Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach still... and only in my imagination do I own Byakuya~


I walked into his office and sat on the edge of his desk. I was in a mood, fighting not to act like an angry child and to instead be something more intimidating.

Despite my be weary statement Byakuya seemed his usual unimpressed self.

I huffed. "You aren't even a little scared are you?"

"I was not aware that weary translated into fear Miyako. Now get off my desk." I was surprised by the tone in the last part of his sentence. The words harsher than they needed to be.

I huffed some more in response. "I don't want to." Well the inner child won once again. Was there even really a question that it would?

He barely spared me a glance as he began scribbling on the little paperwork he had, nothing like Abarai's desk. Other than the small stack of papers nothing lay on his desk. Not a single picture frame. "Miyako although it seems this escapes you, you are a lady."

It had in fact not escaped me. It did escape me that he had happened to notice it. The rest of the division sure hadn't. I felt like I was mimicking Matsumoto, I didn't have the personality to pull off bearing all of this cleavage though. "I know that, I just didn't think you did. And so what if I am? Are woman barred from sitting on desks now?" I said my temper having a strong hold.

He looked at me again, this time it was perfectly clear how stupid and childish he thought I was. "I do not know about the rest of the Seretei but in this office yes, woman wearing obscenely short clothing are barred from sitting on my desk."

It may have been the longest sentence I had gotten out of him.

Should I give him a reward? A medal? Candy?

"Like I chose to wear this," I grumbled. And obviously this was really his fault. "So if I was wearing a normal length outfit I could sit on your desk?" I say with a bright smile. This actually was making me feel better.

"Get off my desk Miyako."

I sigh and slide off with the grace of a three legged animal. I walk over to the couch and plunk myself down. "You are such a stiff Byakuya. Nothing wrong with bringing out the inner child. If I remember correctly you had quite the temper, I'd like to see more of that." I grinned and began the process of swinging my legs.

He glanced back up. "You did not know me when I was a child."

"I wasn't there during your battle with Kurosaki either." I swing my legs at a faster tempo. This really was unbearable. How long would I have to sit here? Watching him do paperwork in that neat swirling hand writing. Seriously? This was suppose to be my first day of freedom and I was cooped up in an office sitting on a couch when I should be out exploring all the human world had to offer.

He stared at me for a long moment. "That also raises questions."

"Rumors, aint they great. Word of mouth. People talking. Information being passed. Makes the world go round."

His attention was no longer on his work that was for sure. "They rarely get the truth of it. You quoted me word for word."

Why was I making things more difficult for myself? Chaos is in my nature, I remind myself. Even at my own cost I created it. "You'd be surprised."

"I have never spoken the specifics of that battle to anyone. Kurosaki doesn't strike me as the type." He finished evenly. Byakuya's gray eyes tracked every movement.

"Substitute Soul Reapers may not hold the value of honor the same way we do." I raise my brow in challenge.

He sighs and looks back at his paperwork. "Where do you think all of this will get you Miyako?"

"The moment you made me your prisoner the chances of my father catching me rose sharply. Might as well reek havoc while I am here. Won't have a lot of chances in the future."

"What has given you this certainty?" A simple question with a complex answer.

"Time has shown how things work here Captain Kuchiki. You follow the rules and the rules dictate that you will give me back to my father without a single moment of hesitation. You did the same with your sister and I mean nothing to you." The words were bitter as they fell out of my mouth. The truth is often bitter. I was afraid and that was why I was in such a foul mood. I didn't want to be stuck for the entirety of my life just hoping for the next incarnation of it to begin. I needed to be free.

He hated when I mentioned Rukia. I saw that dark look pass over his eyes. "You are a child you can not understand how the world works anymore than you are able to understand myself."

I shrugged and then began to play with the top of my dress. "You just don't understand yet, but at this rate you will."

His expression returned to an utter blankness. All high nobility. "I can not understand as you state because you will not tell me what you are really running from. Perhaps if you did-

I interrupt him. "Running from the fiance thing remember. Marriage scary thing blabla. You get the picture? I could do a puppet show if you prefer..." He obviously thought he was beginning to get somewhere with me. Well call me the bubble popper, but nope, not getting anywhere with me just like I wouldn't get anywhere with him. We were at an impasse.

"Act the part of a child, it will not change your circumstances." With that he resumed his paperwork. Silence settled over us which was just fine with me. Just dandy. Completely cool. Go silence. For the win.

I shifted uncomfortably and stood up quickly enough that my cleavage threatened to fall right out the top of my Shihakushō. I began the process of pacing back in forth like a caged animal. The time stretched on. "My god, what is taking you so long?" I finally demanded.

"It has been two minutes."

I huffed and puffed myself up. "Has not."

"I am not going to engage."

"Then don't engage."

"I am not."

"Then don't."

He shook his head and resumed his paper work. I frowned and resisted sticking my tongue out at the big bad oh so stoic captain. I was getting to him I could feel it, or rather I could hope.

More pacing.

"Would you stop that incessant movement."

I grin in victory. See this was working! He had made the first comment. First small win of the day. I could live with it. "And if I don't what will you do?"

His head turned to me sharply. He dealt with the same predicament Renji did when I taunted him into a battle. Drop to my level or not. "Careful Miyako."

A thrill went up my spine despite the cold emotionless tone to his voice the threat was implicit. I now flash stepped back and forth. If his pen hadn't been pressing into the paper it would have been blown away. See empty threats.

When I turned he was there. I screech to a halt barely avoiding ramming into him. That was only because he now held my wrist forcing me to a stop. He stood too close, seeming to tower over me. He was all intimidation.

Consider me intimidated.

His gray eyes flashed downward before meeting mine. I was completely still for once. Byakuya released my wrist. It felt to my side wordlessly as I stared. I once again had no idea he'd been there till it was too late. It was... Disconcerting? Alarming? I was now on high alert my blood humming through my veins at the prospect of a fight.

Words fell out of his mouth it took me a moment to decipher them. "I have completed my paper work. We are leaving now."

He turned and walked out the office door holding his paperwork, fully expecting me to follow.

I stood there still shocked and brimming with anger.

I followed.

Of course I freakin' followed.