Yoruichi x Byakuya Fanfic
Note: About time I'd finished it lol. Sorry but there are so many exams and school stuff…lost track. I don't own Bleach.
Chapter 3
Yoruichi stood outside Byakuya's prayer room idly. She exhaled with impatience.
"He's taking forever…!" she groaned.
"He apologises." A deep voice came from beside her. The door closed softly, and Byakuya leaned against the wall next to the Princess.
"About time you came. I should've known that the Head of the Kuchiki Clan would never give you a free meal without letting you starve for half an hour first!" she moaned gesturing dramatically.
"Again, I'm sorry. I felt like Hisana was telling me something." He uttered staring into space.
"Since when does Byakuya-bo open up to anyone, especially me?" Byakuya looked into Yoruichi's golden eyes, unable to answer her query.
"Let us go and eat." he said. Yoruichi was too surprised to ask him why he was behaving like this, so she just let her stomach follow.
They reached his largely over decorated dining room where Yoruichi was asked to sit and wait. Byakuya signalled a small young maid with long black hair to get them something to eat and then sat next to Yoruichi.
There was a long, awkward silence: only fast-paced steps from the kitchen, and the sharp sounds of Yoruichi's stomach could be heard. Byakuya fiddled with his serviette, continuously folding and unravelling it again while they waited for their meal.
"Thanks." She finally uttered breaking the silence between the two.
"For…?" he asked, pretending as if he knew not what she was talking about.
"Thank you for taking me to your Manor, giving me food and putting up with me…" she forced. They both knew that Byakuya was smiling inside even though his noble face remained still.
Byakuya didn't reply at all. He stared into her cat-like eyes and thought to himself 'She's awfully grateful today'. Yoruichi looked away, unable to gaze into his silvery eyes glistening.
"You know," she muttered, "When we were younger you would have never done this for me. You really hated me. In fact, you used to call me something, I just can't recall it…" she laughed sweetly looking down onto the polished table at his reflection.
"Demon-cat ‒ that's what I called you." Byakuya said blankly. Even a small smirk came to his cold pink lips. Yoruichi cringed, seeing him smile like that.
"Demon-cat…" she echoed. Yoruichi looked up at his shimmering grey eyes: they were like the sea: no-one could see its interior no matter how hard they tried, only the sea could choose to wash up its secrets on the shore. The uncomfortable silence came again, but this time, they needn't break it with words. Byakuya leaned forward towards Yoruichi whose breath was getting warmer by the second. 'Is he going to kiss me - again?' she thought as she closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly.
"I dropped my serviette." He grumbled irritated. He bent towards Yoruichi; his mouth leaving cold breathe on her neck as he sat up, calling his maid to assist him. Yoruichi's mouth dropped. 'He dropped his serviette? I just made my self a fool in front of him for the sake of a serviette?' She loudly exhaled which brought her to his attention.
"Something wrong?" he asked, somewhat baffled. She stared down angrily at her hands which were on her lap, but looked up at him with such affection and kindness, it was scary.
"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm just a little hungry, that's all. You see I was just –"
"Kuchiki-sama, we apologise for the long wait!" a sweaty slim man ran out towards Byakuya bowing excessively. He was followed by a long line of servants who too bowed repeatedly and unnecessarily.
Their plates, glasses and the dishes were spread over the table between them. There was so much food from Yakitori to Nikujaga and Sashimi to Katsudon. The same dark-haired maid trailed behind carrying a bottle of Shochu and a small bowl of Edamame. She placed the beverage on the table between Byakuya and Yoruichi, then the soya beans. After, she set alight some candles that were readily placed on the table, and bowed on her exit. Yoruichi's eyes lit up as she grinned, seeing all the beautifully prepared food. She took hold of her chopsticks ready to dig in. Byakuya smiled seeing her so happy, 'What a glutton…' he thought.
"Itadakimasu" they chorused. Byakuya politely poured Shochu for Yoruichi, carefully filling her cup, and then poured for him self.
"Kanpai!" she exclaimed, raising her glass for a cheer.
"Kanpai." They made a toast and ate together. Byakuya examined her etiquette the whole time, correcting her whenever she left her chopsticks vertically in the rice or forgot to eat her sushi in one bite. He monitored her alcohol intake and kept warning her not to eat too much, all out of kindness.
Once finished, they both said 'Goshisosama' and left the table.
"Come," beckoned Byakuya, "Let us go into the Garden."