I apologize this is so short… I've got a million things going on right now… and I also apologize for the lateness… I think I'm developing plot here… oh well.
Oh, and since I forgot all about this…
No. I don't own bleach. It's a sad fact, really.
Rukia had stormed back into the house, quite upset. Ichigo had done it now, for sure. There was no way she would be helping him now, not after that fiasco. She had been so sure… and then he just ruined it. Why in the world couldn't he figure it out!
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Byakuya looked down at the food in front of him. An omelet and bacon.
He glared at it suspiciously, then bent down at bit to look at it on eye level.
He poked the omelet with the prong of his fork. Nothing. He frowned, then picked up the bacon with one hand. He smelled it. It smelled… Like bacon.
"Poison…?" He inquired to no one in particular. He returned to his normal seated position, and tentatively took a bite of the omelet.
CRUNCH!
His eyes widened and he felt a small bit of blood in his mouth. He un-gracefully spat out the offending omelet and cursed Kurosaki Ichigo.
...Omelet.
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Sunda carefully crept around the halls of the Kuchiki manor, trying his best to not be found.
He moved slowly, listening for footsteps. He was not supposed to be in this area. Only Kuchiki Byakuya himself was allowed in here.
He stopped, and examined the walls. He ran his hand over the cherry blossom design there. He suddenly stopped, finding an abnormality, a small raised line. He ran his finger down it, until he came to the floor. There was a small, barely noticeable string that led under the papering. He smirked.
Now Kuchiki Byakuya would get a real surprise.
Sunda reached for the string, and was about to pull it, when he heard footsteps from around the corner.
"Shit…!"
Sunda backed away from the wall, and silently sped away from where he just was, just in time to avoid being spotted.
Byakuya slowly moved down the hall, feeling somewhat dizzy after a bit of an overdose of Ichigo-food. It wasn't like he could go hungry… and he couldn't remove the order that Ichigo was to make his food. That would be backing down from a challenge.
He definitely felt sick, but still, he had duties. He was going to have to go to yet another meeting with the counsel, that might turn out quite horribly, since he was in no way feeling well enough to argue. This passage just happened to be the quickest way to the meeting area, and he wasn't one to waste his privileges.
He stopped for a bit to look at the sakura tree. He sighed deeply. It had been quite awhile since he had opened up that, but he might have to soon, since he never expected Ichigo to finish.
He continued on, now a bit lightheaded, and paused to take one more look at the sakura tree. He looked away, and continued forward.
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Around the time that Sunda was sneaking around the mansion, Ichigo had slipped away to purchase party supplies…
…And sake.
Lots of sake….