Notes III: I know, I know, you did say update soon, and I know this is a bit too soon. But I am alone, my friends/family/boyfriend have all been really nice and buggered off somewhere leaving me for a few weeks. So I intend to update as soon as I get some inspiration.
I tried to write it longer, but it's hard! (went a bit whiney Orihime there,) I do write shorter pieces better, I think, I hope.
Byakuya paced. No. Byakuya didn't pace, pacing was unrefined, pacing wasn't what the heir to the Kuchiki estate did. Instead Byakuya walked, gently calming along the path under the trees, before turning smartly on his heel and coming back the way he came.
He did this over and over again, until anyone watching would have been turned quite ill by the repetition. While he walked he thought, and he thought hard.
He thought about Renji. He had tried not to, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to keep his glacial expression around him. Whenever he saw the young Fukutaicho, he just wanted to melt into a puddle on the floor and drool all over his feet.
Byakuya stopped and shook his head 'drool all over his feet!' What sort of nonsense is that? Why did he think that? What on earth was this doing to the noble's mind. If he didn't stop this madness now he might very well end up talking utter gibberish for the rest of his life.
The Kuchiki heir sat down, under a tree and closed his eyes. He really should get back to the office. He really should get a grip on himself. He was a grown man and somehow he felt himself acting like a 9 year old girl with a silly school girl crush.
It was like he couldn't even look Renji in the eye anymore. Because if he did, he ran the risk of making a complete fool of himself. Or worse, Renji finding out how he felt. Byakuya wasn't sure if anyone else knew (or guessed,) and he didn't think he could ever show his face anywhere in Soul Society again.
It wasn't that he was ashamed, far from it, part of him wanted to jump on top of the highest building in Soul Society and proclaim his feeling to everyone. But that would be both stupid, futile and dangerous.
'No' he told himself. 'The best thing to do is just to forget about all of this. It's just a crush, it'll go away of it's own accord soon enough and everything will be alright again'
'Ah, but will it though?' said an irritating voice in the back of his mind. 'What if you never feel this way about anyone again? You could end up cold and alone for the rest of your life.'
Byakuya chose to ignore this voice, instead remaining in silent contemplation under his tree.
It was several hours after Byakuya left the office and Renji was still hard at work. It was only after he notices that he was almost finished that he realised why.
"Taicho?" he said, without meaning to. He remembered the captain leaving. He remembered deciding it would be unwise to follow him. He remembered doing work to try and take his mind off the fact that his captain had gone. But how had he not noticed so much time had gone by?
Nearly three and a half hours had gone by. Renji got up out of his chair and headed out of the door.
He wasn't really sure what he was doing, the only proper thought in his mind, was to find the captain. And he wasn't even sure that was a wise idea. But since when had many of Renji's ideas been wise?
After another half an hour futile walking Renji honed in on his captains reiatsu. Renji smiled, he liked his captain's reiatsu. It always felt so cool and calm, almost soothing. Even more so, now Renji sensed that he was asleep.
The young one smirked, and casually strolled over to the tree his captain had chosen to rest under. He sat so still and peaceful, his proud head gently resting on the trunk of the tree.
Renji crouched in front of the sleeping noble and smiled. He knew the captain was exhausted, he looked it. Even while sleeping he looked fatigued. His normally porcelain skin looked waxy and lifeless.
Renji sighed, it made him sad to see his Taicho like this, so frail and helpless. He reached out and softly brushed an eyelash from the sleeping captain's face.
Byakuya stirred in his sleep and slowly woke up. He blinked sleepily and gazed up into the bright eyes of his smiling vice-captain. Everything in his mind screamed, 'This is a dream, it has to be a dream.'
"Mornin' Taicho," breathed Renji, his hand still resting lazily on Byakuya's face.
Byakuya continued to gaze at him, his violet eyes wide and uncertain.
"Renji?" he said, his voice groggy and unlike his normal cold monotone.
Renji grinned, gently running his hand across Byakuya's face and through his long, silken hair.
The captain breathed heavily, and half closed his eyes. His eyelids becoming heavy, but not with drowsiness. His rose lips parted slightly as he stared longingly at the red haired young death god.
Renji smiled weakly, as he leant down, his nose just a few inches from the captains. He sighed, his breath merely touching his Taicho's quivering lips. Then their lips touched. A brief, sweet lingering kiss.
'Oh god,' thought Byakuya. 'Now I know I'm dreaming'
End notes: I don't know whether to leave it there or to continue. I don't really know where to go from there. Oh well. Many of the ByakuyaxRenji fics I read have read, there is generally a more seme Byakuya and more uke Renji, but I like the idea of more uke Byakuya. Don't ask me why, because I shall just reply 'I don't know, ask Ellison.'