( Life is always hazardous. There is no reason to make it any more so. )

Byakuya swore he saw the ghost of a past life glide down the echoing hallway of the grand Kuchiki main mansion. It was the large hallway that lead towards the main stairway that swept up magnificently to join two levels of marble floors together. The ghost took the slight, willowy shape of his late wife, and belatedly, he wondered if perhaps he'd ( Read more... )

Byakuya dodged in time. Just barely. Tenten had stopped pulling her blows a while back, and the resultant bruises were always a pain to deal with. Normally, he made it a point not to fight with women. This was different. The weekly sparring sessions was a welcome change from the stuffiness of the classroom and the mind-numbing line up of maths ( Read more... )

The roof was hardly recognizable when Kuukaku was done with it. Flags, banners, things that sparkled and lit up were everywhere, decorating every corner of the normally boring roof. Starting the festivities a little early, Kuukaku decided that since she had parts of a barbecue laying around she might as well make use of them. She deftly put the ( Read more... )

Despite the seemingly endless hours of work, Tenten still found time to train, seeing as she was convinced it was the one thing that was keep her sane. The repetitive motions of the kata, the meditative qualities of stretching, even the world jarring feeling that came with an unsuccessful defense, it all reminded her that there was a little bit of ( Read more... )

Hayate's advice on soaking her blouse and skirt to remove the stains seemed to be doing the trick, but a good wash would be needed before they were up to satisfactory standards again. Kurenai only had three skirts and four tops to mix-and-match for suitable office dress code. Taking Casual Fridays into account, these were just enough items to get ( Read more... )

It all started with the yelp. Byakuya half-turned in his booth, and watched with barely concealed horror as the waitress tripped over the small child run amok in the aisles, lost her balance and reached out to grab his table to steady herself. She missed, instead swiping off the manila folder containing the new documents from his father's ( Read more... )

[after Byakuya offers to free the bunny.]By the time he'd gone through the ream of legal documents for the second time (and had come up equally confused as he had the first time), Byakuya was more than willing to do anything to get him away from the damnable convolutions of legalese. Thus, when he found out about Rukia's bunny and its current ( Read more... )

Hana hummed to herself as she made her way down the stairs, skipping over the shifty-looking ones as she headed to the mailbox. Today was her birthday after all, and she was sure that her mother would have sent some sort of letter congratulating her eldest child for making it through another year without dying ( Read more... )

[AIM chat log between Byakuya, Hana and Shikamaru. Each turn has no line breaks just to give you the heads up in reading.]

( The game was starting to wind down, and the pressure was building. )