One month of hard work, constant yelling, a few tears, countless curses, a hundred paper cuts and reluctant company later, Byakuya deemed me worthy to present. Strangely, he and I were also starting to get along, though we were still a long ways off from friendship or anything close to it. Stranger still, he seemed very determined suddenly to find me someone to keep me busy after our lessons started dwindle.

"Sayuri, could you make us tea? This will be our final lesson, and I'd like to end it celebrating the upcoming festival," He asked, sitting up in his bed.

I stood in the doorway and nodded with a raised eyebrow, "Kuchiki Byakuya-sama celebrating?"

"Hai," He smirked, nodded once, and waved me on.

I shook my head as I walked down the hall way to the cellar for refreshments. Something occurred to me as I looked around for the tea; Byakuya and I were alone. The servants had the day off, the majority of the family was busy with this or that, and Rukia was away on a mission. This mammoth home was completely empty, minus myself and my aniki. It was strange to know that, but somehow I wasn't bothered in the slightest about this information.

I hurried, grabbed a dusty bottle and two glasses, and ran back to my aniki's room. He was in the exact same place with zero movement from the time I left him, though by now I was used to that.

"I'm back, Byakuya-nii-san!" I called to draw him back to reality.

He nodded, "Serve us well, my imouto,"

I poured us a generous amount in glasses that were admittedly above average size. I handed one to Byakuya and kept the other for myself. I sat next to him, on the edge of his bed.

"To the future," I toasted.

"To the future," He agreed and we took our first drink, "To progress,"

"To progress," I toasted and we drank our second drink.

So that continued until the bottle was empty. After the second drink, however, my memories are fuzzy of the events that took place.

What really happened:

It turns out that the liquid I had gotten was in fact aged sake. It was probably the strongest liquor ever created without an instant sleeping side affect. Byakuya and I both got drunk after only two drinks, so even though we remained awake, our minds had closed down. On our last few toasts, we started to give into pleasure and completely abandoned reason.

"To your large breasts," Byakuya toasted.

"Yeah, and to your large-"

I was cut off by the remaining sake falling from the bottle onto my white silk dress.

"No!" Byakuya watched in horror as the intoxicating concoction soaked into my dress.

I looked at him, "Here, just suck it off, you big baby!"

He nodded and did exactly as I suggested. It didn't bother me; to the contrary, it kinda was getting me hot. As he sucked by the collar of the dress, I wrapped my arms around his head, steering him towards my exposed neck.

"Sayuri, iie," Even drunk, he held on to a slight bit of reason.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair, "Please, nii-san, please, I love you,"

"But you're my imouto," He shook his head.

I scoffed, "Not by blood, so its alright if you love me too!"

He held my face in his hands, "Sayuri, I-"

I put my finger over his mouth, "Shh, Byakuya-nii-san mustn't take this moment from me!"

"Sayuri," He held my hands in his own and kissed me, "I love you, so much, it hurts,"

Sadly, after that, we both fell asleep, only to wake up with the worst hangover in history and questions concerning our positions. To clarify, that means that he was wrapped over me the way one wraps around I lover, and I was cradled in his arms, still holding his hair in my hands. Our faces were inches apart, so we both mentally figured that it was highly probable that we kissed at the least.

"Ah!" We screamed in unison, waking up in unison to see our loving embrace.

I immediately jumped out of the bed and ran away in terror. I don't know what he did, but I was sure I wanted to avoid him at all costs for as long as I could.

While we both suspected nothing more than a drunken kiss occurred, we completely avoided each other at all possible moments. When that wasn't possible, we just said the bare minimum and ignored each others faces. The one thing we were grateful for however, was that no body but us knew what might have transpired. In fact, I vowed to take this to my grave. I was confident Byakuya made the same vow. Speaking of Byakuya, he not only burned his bed and sheets, but he got a whole new room altogether. Can't really say that I blame him, though I was still miffed. I mean, I am not that bad looking! In fact, I know several shinigami that say I'm one of the best looking women in the Seireitei. And my personality has improved a bit too!

Yet another chapter to the ever growing story. Whoo. I don't own Bleach, just Sayuri. Facts may be wrong, so pardon me if they are!

Vocab:

aniki: brother/big brother

imouto: sister/little sister

shinigami: death god/Soul reaper

Seireitei: place where shinigami live

M'kay, I think that's it for the vocab.