Oh Bya~ (The first of 50 scenes and 30 ballads...)
Title: The Hangover (part 1)
Character: Kuchiki Byakuya (explicity implied Bya x Ren)
50scenes prompt: Blankets
30_ballads prompt: "Sometimes It Hurts" by Stabbing Westward
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Only Byakuya could over-analyze a hangover. Someone needs to give this guy a little "hair o' the dog," ne?
AN: Canon-esque, but set in the Living World after Bya and Ren elope (lol, wut?). Don't even ask where that came from. And pls. don't expect any excessive amounts of mush. To gogo, Bya x Ren honeymoon= very sexy dork!fail.
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Byakuya awoke to the sound of…of…
What was that awful noise? It sounded like…a woman scorned… Or, the howling of some poor, mistreated beast. Were companion animals even allowed within this supposedly elite accommodation?
Not that the great and noble Kuchiki heir cared one way or the other. He was patently uninterested in the odd assortment of folk who stayed in these Living World hotels. The exception being the ningen fool whose banshee-like shrieks had roused him from a deep, restorative slumber. Someone that intent on waking the dead should prepare themselves to experience the fine acoustics of hell…
Byakuya peeled his gray eyes open one at a time, blinking twice before allowing his heavy lids to descend once more. The morning sunlight seemed altogether too bright and, for some reason, his mouth felt parched and cottony. Water… That’s what he needed. Water-and lots of it. The taichou lifted his weary head just a tad too quickly and was instantly rewarded with a steady pounding behind his eyes that reverberated through the whole of his cranium with each tiny movement.
Oh. Of course… He had consumed a number of alcoholic beverages the night before, and this must be what the hoi polloi refer to as a “hangover.” Humph. Really. What had gotten into him? Well…Renji, of course. Though, naturally, by the end of the night it had been he who had gotten in to Renji…so to speak.
The icy heir allowed the tiniest smirk to twist his otherwise flawless features as he absently massaged an aching temple. He felt around for the glass of water on the nightstand, tossing a few of the oversized pillows off the bed in a rare display of irritation (mild though it was).
Honestly… Did a bed really need eight excessively fluffy pillows? No, of course not. Byakuya had tried explaining to Renji that they were merely for show, but his lover-or, rather, his husband (he was still getting used to that one)-just loved to pile them one atop the other until they formed a veritable fortress of fluff.
The pampered noble allowed the ex-Rukongai resident this simple pleasure. After all, a plethora of pillows and blankets was an absolute luxury for someone who’d spent his childhood sleeping on the street or in trees. So, the exacting taichou let his easy-to-please subordinate have as many layers of down as he desired. In exchange, Byakuya expected a considerable amount of peace and quiet upon waking-especially if the previous night had been…rowdy.
Normally, this was hardly a concern. On most days, the Kuchiki scion awoke, performed his morning ablutions, and enjoyed at least one cup of tea before the redhead’s soft snoring evolved into the ritual grumbling that signified his return to the waking world.
But not this morning. No… There was definitely something amiss. Something besides the brutal cadence of pain that continued to beat doggedly at his skull-despite his best efforts to will it into submission.
Byakuya was alone in the bed. How odd. The affectionate fukutaichou rarely missed a chance to…cuddle…with his otherwise-aloof bedmate. Stranger still, the regal taichou could sense only a trickle of his young consort’s abundant reiatsu.
Renji was gone.
How very peculiar, indeed.
Character: Kuchiki Byakuya (explicity implied Bya x Ren)
50scenes prompt: Blankets
30_ballads prompt: "Sometimes It Hurts" by Stabbing Westward
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Only Byakuya could over-analyze a hangover. Someone needs to give this guy a little "hair o' the dog," ne?
AN: Canon-esque, but set in the Living World after Bya and Ren elope (lol, wut?). Don't even ask where that came from. And pls. don't expect any excessive amounts of mush. To gogo, Bya x Ren honeymoon= very sexy dork!fail.
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Byakuya awoke to the sound of…of…
What was that awful noise? It sounded like…a woman scorned… Or, the howling of some poor, mistreated beast. Were companion animals even allowed within this supposedly elite accommodation?
Not that the great and noble Kuchiki heir cared one way or the other. He was patently uninterested in the odd assortment of folk who stayed in these Living World hotels. The exception being the ningen fool whose banshee-like shrieks had roused him from a deep, restorative slumber. Someone that intent on waking the dead should prepare themselves to experience the fine acoustics of hell…
Byakuya peeled his gray eyes open one at a time, blinking twice before allowing his heavy lids to descend once more. The morning sunlight seemed altogether too bright and, for some reason, his mouth felt parched and cottony. Water… That’s what he needed. Water-and lots of it. The taichou lifted his weary head just a tad too quickly and was instantly rewarded with a steady pounding behind his eyes that reverberated through the whole of his cranium with each tiny movement.
Oh. Of course… He had consumed a number of alcoholic beverages the night before, and this must be what the hoi polloi refer to as a “hangover.” Humph. Really. What had gotten into him? Well…Renji, of course. Though, naturally, by the end of the night it had been he who had gotten in to Renji…so to speak.
The icy heir allowed the tiniest smirk to twist his otherwise flawless features as he absently massaged an aching temple. He felt around for the glass of water on the nightstand, tossing a few of the oversized pillows off the bed in a rare display of irritation (mild though it was).
Honestly… Did a bed really need eight excessively fluffy pillows? No, of course not. Byakuya had tried explaining to Renji that they were merely for show, but his lover-or, rather, his husband (he was still getting used to that one)-just loved to pile them one atop the other until they formed a veritable fortress of fluff.
The pampered noble allowed the ex-Rukongai resident this simple pleasure. After all, a plethora of pillows and blankets was an absolute luxury for someone who’d spent his childhood sleeping on the street or in trees. So, the exacting taichou let his easy-to-please subordinate have as many layers of down as he desired. In exchange, Byakuya expected a considerable amount of peace and quiet upon waking-especially if the previous night had been…rowdy.
Normally, this was hardly a concern. On most days, the Kuchiki scion awoke, performed his morning ablutions, and enjoyed at least one cup of tea before the redhead’s soft snoring evolved into the ritual grumbling that signified his return to the waking world.
But not this morning. No… There was definitely something amiss. Something besides the brutal cadence of pain that continued to beat doggedly at his skull-despite his best efforts to will it into submission.
Byakuya was alone in the bed. How odd. The affectionate fukutaichou rarely missed a chance to…cuddle…with his otherwise-aloof bedmate. Stranger still, the regal taichou could sense only a trickle of his young consort’s abundant reiatsu.
Renji was gone.
How very peculiar, indeed.