A Sister's Honor
Byakuya Kuchiki never paid much attention to idle gossip in Sereiei; he especially did not care to know who was being intimate with whom. That changed when the rumors included his sister’s name and a certain lieutenant were seen leaving together from the last party Lieutenant Matsumoto held. Indeed, in the last few weeks, Rukia had been spending fewer weekends at home and her demeanor seemed to have become for cheerful.
Her taste in men could have been worse, he told himself. Byakuya nearly expected that she’d one day bring home the ryoka Kurosaki, from all the time they’d spent together in the human world. Lieutenant Abarai certainly expected it. Byakuya was relieved that, thus far, Rukia had not shown any romantic interest in Kurosaki. The boy was too brash and uncultured for his liking.
Rukia’s current choice was quite ambitious and well skilled, having moved through the ranks of the Gotei 13 quickly. Having known him for years himself, Byakuya couldn’t see any reason to disapprove of him.
Expect one. She hadn’t come home tonight, and it was almost three.
After taking a moment to focus in on Rukia’s spirit ribbon, Byakuya took hold of it and followed it-- right up to the lieutenant’s quarters, where he heard sounds of scuffling as he approached. It was certainly not a suitable position for a young woman to be in this late at night, but views on that sort of thing seemed to be changing, even in Soul Society.
He, however, was still Rukia’s brother and he was still a young man who could use a few more manners. Mentally sighing, he knocked on the door.
“Just a minute!” he heard a voice call out. “Shit, where the hell are my clothes?”
“Don’t answer that, you idiot!” Rukia said. Her voice was unusually light when she said this.
Byakuya considered scattering the petals of Senbonzakura right through the door when it opened. The young man’s robe looked as thought he’d just thrown them back on. His expression changed from exasperation to a mixture of shock and fear when he saw who was at the door. Byakuya only now noticed how utterly ridiculous that tattoo work really was, with his hair being uncombed.
“Oh! Captain Kuchiki, sir…may I ask what you’re doing here tonight?”
It was an unnecessary question. There was only one reason for him to be here at this hour, and they both knew why. Byakuya’s face revealed no emotion as usual, and his voice remained cool and steady as he spoke.
“Senbonzakura is a beautiful zanpakuto, but more importantly, it is powerful in battle. It is most willing to fight battles of honor. Rarely has anyone withstood the full force of my bankai. I’m sure a few people…including Rukia…would have told you that.”
“Yes…sir.”
“Do not bring shame upon my sister. It would be most unfortunate if the Ninth Division lost their acting Captain.”
Byakuya walked away from the door without giving Hisagi another look. The talk of Sanbonzakura had effectively put a damper on their “fun.’ If he were anyone else but Byakuya Kuchiki, he might have permit himself a satisfied smile.
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Her taste in men could have been worse, he told himself. Byakuya nearly expected that she’d one day bring home the ryoka Kurosaki, from all the time they’d spent together in the human world. Lieutenant Abarai certainly expected it. Byakuya was relieved that, thus far, Rukia had not shown any romantic interest in Kurosaki. The boy was too brash and uncultured for his liking.
Rukia’s current choice was quite ambitious and well skilled, having moved through the ranks of the Gotei 13 quickly. Having known him for years himself, Byakuya couldn’t see any reason to disapprove of him.
Expect one. She hadn’t come home tonight, and it was almost three.
After taking a moment to focus in on Rukia’s spirit ribbon, Byakuya took hold of it and followed it-- right up to the lieutenant’s quarters, where he heard sounds of scuffling as he approached. It was certainly not a suitable position for a young woman to be in this late at night, but views on that sort of thing seemed to be changing, even in Soul Society.
He, however, was still Rukia’s brother and he was still a young man who could use a few more manners. Mentally sighing, he knocked on the door.
“Just a minute!” he heard a voice call out. “Shit, where the hell are my clothes?”
“Don’t answer that, you idiot!” Rukia said. Her voice was unusually light when she said this.
Byakuya considered scattering the petals of Senbonzakura right through the door when it opened. The young man’s robe looked as thought he’d just thrown them back on. His expression changed from exasperation to a mixture of shock and fear when he saw who was at the door. Byakuya only now noticed how utterly ridiculous that tattoo work really was, with his hair being uncombed.
“Oh! Captain Kuchiki, sir…may I ask what you’re doing here tonight?”
It was an unnecessary question. There was only one reason for him to be here at this hour, and they both knew why. Byakuya’s face revealed no emotion as usual, and his voice remained cool and steady as he spoke.
“Senbonzakura is a beautiful zanpakuto, but more importantly, it is powerful in battle. It is most willing to fight battles of honor. Rarely has anyone withstood the full force of my bankai. I’m sure a few people…including Rukia…would have told you that.”
“Yes…sir.”
“Do not bring shame upon my sister. It would be most unfortunate if the Ninth Division lost their acting Captain.”
Byakuya walked away from the door without giving Hisagi another look. The talk of Sanbonzakura had effectively put a damper on their “fun.’ If he were anyone else but Byakuya Kuchiki, he might have permit himself a satisfied smile.
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