Autumn: About divorces and mommies

White doors hid the probably endless passages in the massive building in front of them. No one knew what kind of danger was waiting inside for him and the person who had gotten him into this.

The howling wind made the tension around them thick enough to cut with a knife. A shiver of rough coldness was sent down his spine and then, out of nowhere, a warm feeling floated from his hand throughout his entire body. He had to protect her from any harm possible. He would sacrifice himself to let her live, to let her be free. And then, the scream of pain reached his ears. It was a scream of desperation, longing, holding on for life...-

"Mommy!"

- or not.

Byakuya raised an eyebrow and shook his head to delete every upcoming image in his head.

He cursed Otaku very far away for reading his thriller to Byakuya, Samoshi and Hisana. Byakuya, however, was the only one affected by it.

Next to him, Hisana jumped up and down, holding his hand. "Shouldn't we let them know we're here, Byakuya-sama?"

"We can also just run away," Byakuya thought out loud.

Hisana stopped her hopping and watched her husband. "You did not just say that, did you?"

Byakuya shrugged. Hisana grinned and hugged an arm around his waist. "You'll be great, Byakuya-sama," she told him.

Just then, the door in front of them opened up, and smoke rose up to cover the face of the person behind the door.

The silhouette took a slow step forward and grunted.

Out of habit, Byakuya's hand reached out to grasp Senbonzakura. It was then when Byakuya noticed the second head appearing on the very mysterious body.

"The Kuchikis," a low, hoarse voice said.

"Ukitake-san!" Hisana squealed, bowing slightly.

Byakuya closed his eyes and shook his head once again. Then he made himself watch the scene before him again. No smoke, no dark silhouette and no two heads on one body. Damn his imagination.

"Byakuya, Hisana-san, I'm so glad you could make it!" Ukitake said, while stepping aside to allow the married couple in. Just then Byakuya noticed that the second head belonged to a little kid in the captain's arms.

Hisana must've noticed the three-year old as well; she leaned closer to him and reached out her hand to get the little boy's.

"Hello! You must be Ukitake Hutoshi. I'm Kuchiki Hisana."

The little boy, named Hutoshi, frowned. "Hisana?"

Hisana smiled and nodded.

"And who's he?" Hutoshi pointed in the direction Byakuya stood, who raised an eyebrow.

"Kuchiki Byakuya," he introduced himself slowly, not feeling comfortable around little children.

Hutoshi frowned again. "She's Kuchiki already."

Byakuya's second eyebrow was raised. "She married me."

At this, Hutoshi shook his head franticly. "I am going to marry her."

If there was a third eyebrow on Byakuya's face, it would have been lifted.

"Besides," Hutoshi continued, "she's too pretty for you."

"Oh, maybe you should stop talking now," Ukitake cut in before Byakuya's popping vein could explode.

Hisana just grinned, squeezing Byakuya's hand.

The four continued their way inside of the house and the exit closed behind them. A large hall was to be revealed and huge curtains represented most of the doors.

Hutoshi struggled his way out of Ukitake's embrace and he walked towards Hisana. He took her hand and stuck out his tongue to Byakuya.

Hisana chuckled.

Ukitake coughed.

Byakuya sighed.

A cricket chirped.

This was going to be a very long day.

"Mommy!"

Hutoshi's scream was heard through the entire house, causing Hisana to stand up and run to the young child.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked kindly.

Hutoshi pouted and raised a finger to point at Byakuya. He said something in Hisana's ear, surprising her and then he started to yell and scream again. Sighing, Hisana stood up.

"Mommy!"

Byakuya raised his head and watched his wife slowly walking up to him.

"He means you."

"Mommy!"

"No, Hisana, he doesn't."

"Mommy!"

"He really does."

"MOMMY!"

Byakuya heaved a sigh and stood up. Obviously annoyed, he made his way to Hutoshi, where a sudden grin had crept up the boy's face. He held out his hand, in which he had a small paper.

Raising an eyebrow, Byakuya accepted it. He unwrapped the paper carefully and watched the words written on it. Then his eyes narrowed.

"You filthy little-"

"Byakuya-sama!"

Hearing Hisana's gasp and taking a deep breath, Byakuya handed over the small scrap of paper to her, who took it. She, too, unwrapped it -after Byakuya had folded it again without mercy- and burst out into laughter.

"Divorce? Byakuya-sama, please tell me something. I know you have a LOT of confidence. Sometimes I'm not sure if it isn't too much of the confidence. Then why are you afraid of loosing me to a little boy?"

Hutoshi grinned. "No, I don't want to marry you anymore. I want uncle Jyuushiro to marry her. She can be my mommy, too."

Byakuya nodded. "I'm not afraid to lose you to little children, Hisana."

Letting the words linger in her mind, Hisana blushed and she seemed to feel awfully out of place. Then, she as well, folded the piece of paper and threw it in the dustbin.

"Hey, Hutoshi, your uncle told us that it was time for your sleep, now," Hisana said, changing the subject.

"So, was everything all right?" Hisana asked, as Ukitake entered the house that evening. Hutoshi was vast asleep in his bed and Byakuya sat frustrated on the couch.

Ukitake nodded. "Yup! Just this control Unohana-san wants to do once a month. But enough about me, how did things go with my little cousin? Where is he now?"

"Asleep, I sincerely wish," Byakuya murmured stiffly.

"I see… and did everything went well? He wasn't too much of a bother, I hope?"

"Eeh…"

Both Byakuya's and Hisana's memories went back to the dearly-forgotten point in the day where they had found out -and not really in a preferable way- that Hutoshi wasn't clean yet.

Also, once in the bathtub, Hutoshi showed no mercy when Byakuya had put his hand on Hisana's back. The not-so-innocent child had grabbed the shower's head and soaked Byakuya to the bone.

Not forgetting to mention the fact that the three-year old had almost choked on his toothbrush, when an inexperienced Byakuya had put it too far in Hutoshi's mouth.

On top of that, Hutoshi had forced -painfully. Hisana had now a teeth-mark in her arm.- a night kiss out of both 'Hisana' and 'mommy'.

"Everything went just fine," Hisana smiled. "I'm glad we were able to help."

Ukitake smiled and he let the couple out. "Thank you, again!"

And as soon as the Kuchiki's had left the Ukitake-resident and they were out of earshot, Byakuya let out a horrible sigh of frustrations.

"Please do not make me do this again, Hisana. You will kill me with it."

Hisana giggled. "Oh, come on, it wasn't all that bad. You were great, Byakuya-sama! Hutoshi got even rather attached to you."

Byakuya grumbled. "Do not expect me to take him on my shoulders and run around Seireitei like a madman. One man doing so is more than enough already."

Hisana forced a smile.

Later that evening, the two of them found each other in bed, too awake to sleep, but drowsy enough to lay there. Kissing each other occasionally, they waited for the sleep to come.

Hisana closed her eyes and snuggled close to Byakuya. She buried her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. In return, Byakuya wrapped both arms around her small body and pulled her even closer to him. With one hand, he gently stroke his fingers through her hair and with the other, he softly caressed her back.

They lay there in the silent darkness, enjoying each others presence. Then Hisana pulled back a bit and let her head rest on Byakuya's shoulder.

"Hey, Byakuya-sama?"

"Hmm?"

Hisana yawned.

"I want one."

Then, before she even knew it, she was alone in bed and there was a Byakuya-shaped hole in their ceiling.

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