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Sighing in irritation, Byakuya tried to concentrate on the scroll he was currently writing on. He looked up to see the unoccupied desk in front of his own desk. This was officially the third time Renji was late for work. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, Byakuya actually liked having Renji standing in front of his desk wishing him good morning. Even thought Renji would only get a nod from him as a reply, Byakuya would in fact be smiling on the inside. Somehow displaying emotions seemed to be considered as a weakness for the Kuchiki head. Nevertheless, to know Renji would be standing there each morning seemed to ease the thought of the pedestrian work he would face after.
However, Byakuya wouldn't have minded his lieutenant coming in a bit late if it weren't for the degrading sight that he passed on his way to the sixth divisions that morning. Seeing Renji rolling on the floor produced ambivalent emotions for Byakuya. He didn't know whether to start laughing or smack himself on the head to actually be attracted to a fool like the red head. He didn't understand how a man could disgrace his own reputation like that. Then his mixed feelings were replaced with anger. He felt anger towards the red head for soiling the reputation of the sixth division, as Renji was the vice captain. Byakuya quickly shunpo-ed away before anyone caught him staring at his vice captain, who happened to be rolling in the mud like a pig.
Sighing again, Byakuya kept on writing, but the fast approaching familiar reiatsu stalled him in his calligraphy. He waited patiently until he could hear and feel the red head standing in front of the screen, delaying his entrance into the office. The gentle knocking reached his ear, and he allowed entrance. What he saw next shocked him enough for him to lose control over his reiatsu, causing it to spike up to an unbearable level for an average shinigami. Renji stood there dripping wet, having his clothes sticking closely to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. His hair was no longer in its usual style, instead it was let down and it too was dripping wet. Byakuya's face, however, never changed from its usual cold expression, which he was entirely grateful for. It would have been highly embarrassing for him if he were caught gaping at his own lieutenant.
Nevertheless, his spike in his reiatsu wasn't left unnoticed by Renji whose hand automatically went to his zanpaktou. The red head's eyes were wide and unblinking. He looked like a child getting scolded by his mother, a very cute child. Buyakuya struggled to keep the smile that was threatening to slip onto his face. Instead of the usual loud excuses and apologies Renji would offer, there was only silence. The kuchiki head mentally reprimanded him and stopped getting mesmerized by the red head. Instead he spoke in his coldest tones, "Abarai Renji. You are late. Again."
He was able to fully see the fear that flashed through Renji's eyes, and it made it even harder to maintain his control. All Buyakuya wanted to do at that moment was to drag Renji to his bedroom and to lick all the water droplets dripping of him. Oh, there were so many things he wanted to do to the red head, but he shouldn't be having these thoughts. Not now at least. So he asked what was it that made him two hours late, even though he knew the answer from a first hand view. When Renji lied about a new recruit, Buyakuya couldn't help but tease him about the event that took place just a few hours before. As soon as he mentioned it, Renji's face fell and turned a bright red that it surpassed his hair in comparison. As amusing as it was to tease Renji, there needed to be work done as well. Thus he gave Renji the hardest and tedious work Buyakuya had and ordered him to finish it before evening.
The Kuchiki head also tried to complete his work, but failed as he kept lapsing into stares that were only directed towards the red head. Buyakuya watched, as Renji would pull his bottom lip with his teeth when there was something especially hard. Today seemed to be a special treat as his hair was let down. The vibrant red color, the first attribute that caused the Kuchiki head to be attracted to him. How Renji would run his left hand through his hair when it distracted him from writing or reading. Buyakuya wondered how it would feel to run his hands through those locks. Would they be so soft that he would release a satisfied sigh when running his hands or would they be a bit rough so that he could pull them enough for Renji to moan when kissing?
"Taicho, I'm going to drop this off at the tenth division. Goodnite Kuchiki Taicho," Renji gave a mock salute and walked out.
Buyakuya looked up at Renji and nodded, giving him his permission to leave. The raven head watched him until he was out of sight, then he sighed. Longing. The sixth division Taicho didn't exactly know when he began seeing his lieutenant in different light than simply work. It could have been the fight they had when Renji tried to rescue Rukia from the execution. He still remembered how Renji's expression had been when his senbonzakura had shredded him to pieces. The lost hope in his eyes when he realized he wouldn't be able to save Rukia. Yet after all that happened, Renji sat day and night with him in the fourth division until he got well enough. The red head claimed that he did because Buyakuya was his Taicho. But Buyakuya's perception of Renji changed. He at first felt respect for the red head. Then slowly as each day passed it had transformed into the emotion he was harboring now in his heart. Yet he still didn't know if it was just lust he felt for the red head or love.
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