2: Ribbon
Sounds of labored breathing came from the sixth division training grounds, along with the dull ring of a zanpakuto against a soft surface. The teenager wielding said zanpakuto rested his hands on his knees, catching a quick breath of air before swinging at a sandbag dummy once more.
"Oh, impressive. It seems you are working hard, Byakuya," a deep voice spoke from behind him, catching his attention. The noble teenager turned around, lowering his zanpakuto.
"Grandfather! You've returned to the estate? You decided to take a break here instead of the squad barracks?"
Ginrei inclined his head slightly in affirmation of his grandson's questions. "Well, Byakuya, why not end your training there for today? We have a guest."
Byakuya tilted his head to the side in confusion. "A guest?" Just then, something darted past him, a breeze fanning his face. He whirled to face the source and scowled. "The demon cat shows her face!" Swinging his zanpakuto, he aimed it at the captain of the second division, Yoruichi Shihoin.
Yoruichi laughed. "'Demon cat' is hardly a proper way to greet someone! Especially when she came all this way to play with you, Little Byakuya!" She folded her arms across her chest, regarding him with an amused expression.
Byakuya glared at the captain. "Curse you! When did I say I wanted to play with the likes of you! And there's no need for me, the next head of the Kuchiki Clan, to be 'playing' in the first place!"
Yoruichi raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Reaching over, she grabbed the end of his ribbon and pulled it out of his hair. His dark tresses fell around his face, much like they had yesterday.
Were he not a noble, Byakuya surely would have cursed. Everyone was stealing his hair ribbons these days.
A/N: Aw, poor Bya-kun. Everyone is so jealous of your hair ribbons. Anyway, this was really short, but I'm trying to keep each one under 500 words. But that may not happen. I fail at drabbles. Oh well.
So Aizen will be mentioned (at last!) in the next chapter. It's moving forward, I promise!