//when you go down when you go down down.

[scattertodirt]

[This Byakuya's back, without much of a fuss. He's a little different than when he was last sighted in the Nexus - the kimono that had been fresh and clean is faded and somewhat covered in dust and other nameless stains, his silken scarf is now completely gone, but the kenseikan are still absent and he's easily distinguishable. Afterall, what self-

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[oneremaining]

[Hello there Byakuya. Here's your least favourite, interfering stalker Shinigami. And he doesn't look too impressed with that bruise.]

...What happened?

[scattertodirt]

[Oh. Grand. You. Going to glance at you there, Ashido, blue gaze providing a mighty clear contrast to that colour-of-rotting-fruit bruise of his.]

It is none of your concern.

[oneremaining]

Mm. [Yeah, he had a feeling you'd say that.] So what happened?

[scattertodirt]

[Oh, you just... urgh. Refocusing his gaze on the path ahead, he continues to walk as he had been, brushing past and moving onward.]

I have no need to repeat myself, Shinigami. [That's a 'shove off, I'm not telling you', if you needed a heads up.]

[ren_abarai]

[Ren blinks when she sees this Byakuya.]

Oi...Cap'n... Watcha doin' 'ere?...

[scattertodirt]

[Eyes slidin' over to settle on you, there, Ren. He doesn't have the space to be shocked, having not known a you in his world, male or otherwise, but the mention of 'Captain' seems enough to have that expression of his tensing a little more. Hey, though, at least he has some kind of half a clue who you are now...!]

I am not your Captain, Shinigami. [Usually, he'd be politer, but right now... eh. Not so much.]

[ren_abarai]

Huh, ya look like my Cap'n... This place sure is weird.

[scattertodirt]

Mmn. [A short, concise reply. He's in no mood for small talk.]

[murdererofkaien]

Niisama?

[why yes, she's noticed his rather...strange appearance but decides to ask in what she thinks is the least obvious way she can]

What...how have you been?

[there. She didn't mention that bruise. ]

[scattertodirt]

[Rukia. Seeing her, any her, still hurts. This is a person he will never find where he's ended up. Any chance had long since gone, and he'd broken two promises in one fell swoop.

Have cold blue glancing in your direction, Rukia, and a grdual halt in his step. Not going to be giving you the answer you want any time soon.]

My health has been adequate.

[cosmic_heart]

[oh. there he is. She almost feels like his mother. This version of her brother is so much different than the others. ]

I have missed your presence at home, Niisama. You are always welcome there.

[actually, her now Soutaicho version of her brother wants everyone to live in their company barracks, but this Byakuya looked like he needed some care for a little bit. Kuchikis do not abandon family. Regardless of the punishment later]

[scattertodirt]

[I have missed your presence at home. Ah. Her. Eyes falling closed for a moment, he nods his assent. It is something of an irony, he realises in silence, that only when he is stolen from his own world does he have a 'home' to go back to.]

[cosmic_heart]

[Silent as ever. Such a mysterious man; a whole personality hidden under that masked face]

Would you like to join me for dinner? I could use some help preparing the meal.

[ever so discretely, she hopes to get him back into her care without others catching on. Something obviously must be done about his living arrangements.]

[scattertodirt]

[There would be no harm in it. Turning a blue gaze to meet hers, he nods again, a short, curt little thing - a well constructed cushion for his pride, a natural reaction.]

I will accompany you.

[youngkindtouch]

[She smiled and bowed at the familiar face.]

Good Evening, Kuchiki-san.

[scattertodirt]

[Takes a few moments to-- oh. Well if that isn't a rather surreal face to see.]

...Unohana-san. [Bows his head, momentarily a little too stunned to do much else.]

[youngkindtouch]

[She blinked at him and tilted her head but held her sweet smile. She then blinked and blushed at the bow.]

A-Ano, please! There is no need to be formal with me. I am just a student...

[scattertodirt]

[Oh, dear. The Nexus will never cease to bewilder him, despite how ell he keeps a blank face on the netire situation. Still a little caught out of the loop, he simply repeats her words.]

A student...