A/N: Hello y'all! :D I have decided that I will update weekly so that I can do my work and update frequently enough :)

This chapter to me feels like a filler, so lets just call it a filler! It goes off on a tangent a little, but I like to show the interaction between Renji and Byakuya a bit more, their love wont pop out of nowhere :D I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for favoriting, following, reviewing :) it makes me want to keep writing! please review, so I can deliver what you want :)

Thanks to Renji-Bya-Lover for all the help :D :D

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Byakuya's apartment was the traditional Japanese home, with shoji, paintings of cherry blossom trees and an array of teapots decorating the small environment. There were two doors, with one slightly ajar. I could see a futon with pale blue covers, which I assumed was Rukia's room, but true to his word, Rukia was not present.

"Let me start the tea. It will help you get warm" Byakuya said, dropping his katana on the floor and walking to the small kitchenette. I nodded and looked around the small room. He put on the kettle and came back to sit at a low table, where an ink set was set up. He pushed it aside and demonstrated for me to sit down.

I took a seat and looked down at the papers that littered the table.

"Hey, is this all haiku (2)?" I asked, waiting for his response, "It's closer to senryuu"

I moved on to ask, "Can I read some?"

He seemed apprehensive at first but then gave a slight nod of approval. I picked the paper closest to me and began to read aloud,

"Whispers call snowflakes
Falling red leaves
Like red hair.

So cold the air
Brown leaves
Like eyes.

The snowflakes fall
look upon a chest
No control of Desire.

I looked up to find Byakuya staring at me dumbfounded, his face as still as ever, however a slight blush decorated his cheeks. He shifted uncomfortably, and turned his eyes from me to the poem. He held his hand out to indicate that he wanted the paper back. I handed it over and tried to read his features.

Byakuya stood up, muttering something about the water being ready. I felt my heart beat speed up. Is this about me? I wondered.

He returned and began a tea making ceremony, with the precision of a master. This was done for special guests, and my stomach felt warm that he felt it was necessary.

"I am sorry about tonight" I repeated, taking a small cup from him. I watched the tea's steam rise and let it defrost my nose.

"Please, don't apologize anymore, it is alright. I understand, it was a moment of weakness" he sighed, "We all have them"

I focused on the steam rising from my tea and felt sick at the thought of Byakuya seeing me so... weak. I decided to change the subject.

"I suppose" I said and turned my attention to his katana, "Nice"

He turned towards it too, "Senbonzakura… yes, he is quite… 'Nice' as you say" he smirked slightly.

"What were you doing out there tonight?" I asked, sipping my tea.

"I was coming back from the lake side. It's where I like practicing my kenjutsu" he explained.

"I used to have one… its name was Zabimaru" I said.

"Is it the one that you used?" he asked, looking down at where my scar would be beneath my clothes. I nodded and sipped my tea.

"Well, I think that is disrespectful to the katana… though samurai were known to disembowel themselves as a sign to bring honor after they were brought to shame. The gesture is called seppuku. Though they used tanto rather than a katana" (3)

"Makes suicide sound so honorable" I muttered, feeling my scar tingle at the memory.

"There is no honor in that anymore. It was practiced by my family, as they were samurai, but the tradition was ended with my great grandfather, as we moved towards industry. However, being a samurai descendant does have its perks"

"Like sweet skills with a katana?"

"Like that" he smirked, and then turned serious, "I do believe that if we are to deal with your mental condition, we must first… regain the memories that caused the disorder in the first place"

I sighed and said, "I really don't want to have to do that"

"Renji" he said sternly

I ignored him and continued to stare at my cooling tea.

"Renji" he said softly, reaching over the table. He lifted his hand to meet my chin. I felt my skin heat up at the touch. I looked up into his silver eyes and felt my heart beat quicken.

"Please, I want to see you get better, and I think it's the only way" he said, a bit of emotion seeping into his voice.

I felt a hot tear run down my cheek, and I tasted the salt through my slightly parted lips. I was so scared, "I can't!"

"Renji" he said, softly again. He came over to my side of the table and took my face into both his hands, "It is the only way to get out of here" he repeated, pleading.

I sat silently for a couple of minutes, before I stood up and said, "No, Byakuya, I don't want to relive those memories" and walked towards the door, but stopped with my hand on the handle.

"Renji" he called, as he stood up. He approached me and took me into his arms, where I cried even harder.

"Please stop this! Stop caring about me!" I yelled, punching his back. He held tighter and I cried harder. This went on for ages, until I was too tired to continue and just stood there, letting his warmth envelope me.

"I think I should leave" I said and pulled away. We stared at each other awkwardly, and I felt the skin on my cheeks heat up. He blushed slightly.

"Ok, I will see you tomorrow" he said and reached over to open the door. Our faces were inches away from one another. We looked into each other's eyes… silence ensued.

"Tomorrow" I repeated, and walked out into the cold night to a restless night of sleep.

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Byakuya closed the door after Renji left, and leaned against the cold wood. He felt out of breath, though the reason was unknown to him. He pressed two fingers to his temple and massaged them slowly.

That silly boy, he thought with irritation as he remembered Renji reading aloud his deepest thoughts. It would take a brainless gimp to not realize that the poetry was about Renji. Byakuya sighed and walked back to the low table. He picked the paper up and thought about the night's events.

First he saved Renji for certain trauma, only to find him and the boy in such intimate stances. It was overwhelming, it was unnecessary and risky, it was... invigorating.

Byakuya walked into the kitchen and read the poem one last time. The words made him blush openly in the privacy of his own home. That boy... a boy... Byakuya could not contemplate the idea, but he wanted so badly to heal the young man.

He sighed and slid the poem into his grandfather's ornamental tea pot, where he also kept Hisana's picture. It would be safe there, he hoped.

Tomorrow would be another day, and he walked solemnly to his bed to contemplate.

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A/N; 1: Shoji are doors made of thin rice paper and act as room dividers as well

2: Now, haiku is so damn complicated, but lets just go with this being senryu, that also talks about the seasons because upon researching you can do that :) please, excuse me for being terrible at it... practice makes perfect, and I have had no practice whatsoever!

3: seppuku was disembowelment done by samurai to die before they were taken in for interrogation or torture, or for another reason to bring one honor. It was done with a tanto that is a small version of a katana, but it was usually ceremonial. If they had to do it quickly, like if they are about to be captured, they would use katanas.

I hope it was a good little filler, for the next chapter... I know, I could have just jumped into the therapy, but it seemed, unrealistic I think, Renji is too stubborn :3