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A Beneficial Arrangement	By : vbruce Category: Bleach > General Views: 3828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Byakuya came back to consciousness with a jolt, waking Inari in the process but that had been bound to happen.
“What’s wrong, Bya?” Inari asked after she’d looked around the room for obvious threat.
“Simply trying to understand things that make no logical sense,” he said, propping himself up on an elbow.
“Such as?” she asked, mirroring his position. “Or would you prefer not to tell me?”
“I found myself within my own soulscape while sleeping,” he said, looking puzzled.
“I take it that doesn’t happen often.”
“Not when I sleep, no. It’s usually only through meditation or if Senbonzakura has something I need to see immediately. Even then I can feel the pull and find somewhere that I can gain a few quiet moments,” Byakuya said with a frown.
Inari nodded. “I’m presuming you found my zanpakto wandering around in your soulscape,” she said.
“Yes,” Byakuya said, looking confused. “How did you know?”
“It stood to reason,” she said with a shrug. “I’ve seen Senbonzakura in mine almost since the day we met.”
“That’s . . . strange.”
“Not really. At least not for me since I’ve always had the people I’m close to wander in and out of my soul. I knew Zangetsu almost before Ichigo did.”
“Wait, those you’re close to?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Kuchiki. It’s likely we are going to be married.”
“I suppose it makes sense then. What time is it?” Byakuya asked, he was fully rested and thought he should get back to work if at all possible or at least check on his family.
Inari twisted around to look at the clock. “It’s . . . 0200?! Holy gods!”
“We slept for thirteen hours?” Byakuya asked, looking over her shoulder at the clock. “So much for getting anything else done today.”
“You do have to admit last night was rather stressful,” Inari pointed out. “Are you as awake as I am?”
“If you’re wide awake, then yes. I suppose it’s accurate to presume we both need to eat as well,” he said thoughtfully.
“Might be a good idea,” Inari said, shifting and getting up. “I had a kimono brought for you since we have no idea what shape yours are in and you can’t very well wander around in sleep clothes. Well, you could but I think that would be beneath your dignity. It’s on the table next to the door.” She moved to turn on a light and stood scratching the back of her neck as she looked around the room, noticing for the first time how it must look to someone else. It wasn’t horribly dirty or anything, just cluttered with extra training gear and various other things not normally found in someone’s bedroom. “Hmm. You can tell by my desk that I wasn’t expecting company.”
Byakuya shrugged and got up. “You said you’re usually only here during intense training.”
“True enough,” she said, walking over to retrieve the kimono that had been brought for him. She had spare uniforms so there was no problem with her wardrobe. “You can dress in the bathroom,” she said, handing it to him.
He nodded and headed toward the bathroom, glancing over one shoulder he noticed she’d already dropped the sleeping kimono she’d been wearing and was dressing in her standard uniform. He was rather thankful he back was to him because he still felt odd about all he’d seen within their soulscapes. She wasn’t as slender as Hisana had been and was much curvier where her waist joined her hips and chest. She was leanly muscled and there was heavy scarring on one side as well as down her left leg along with the new marks on her shoulder from the hollow last night. However, what drew his attention forcefully was the tattoo on her back. A black and a white wolf in ying/yang positions. The artwork was as beautiful as any painting but the black wolf looked different, as though it was new and still healing because the skin around it was pink. He resolved to ask her about it later.
Inari frowned a little. Her back itched right by her tattoo. That was unusual as it hadn’t done anything of that nature since it had happened. Of course, she reasoned, it wasn’t exactly a normal tattoo. As Zabimaru had left marks on Renji, so too had Ookami made their connection obvious.
Byakuya came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. “Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?” he asked, noticing that his had been set near the door but she didn’t seem to have any in the room nor on.
She shrugged. “I know the paths to and from the palace backward and in the dark. Plus it’s part of pack training as any trouble is usually immediate and sometimes one only has enough leeway to find weapons. So it isn’t unusual to go around without shoes. I know it seems odd.”
“It makes logical sense when you explain it,” Byakuya said, following her out the door.
They travelled through Pack grounds. Inari nodding to the few people they passed. Byakuya looked at her interestedly as she gave the proper passwords to get them through the guard at the tunnel. “Why passwords? I’m certain they recognize you on sight,” Byakuya said.
“Simple thing really,” Inari said once they were inside the palace. “After the Aizen debacle, Isshin and I thought it best to have the passwords since there were those who could change their appearance.”
“That is sensible,” Byakuya said after thinking it over.
They walked in silence down the dim corridors of the palace, winding through various pathways to the back of the building.
“Where exactly are we going?” Byakuya asked.
“Kitchens. Unless you’re not hungry.”
Anything he was about to say was interrupted by a loud grumbling noise he could only presume was his stomach making its demands known. “I doubt any of the servants will be up at this hour.”
“I can cook you know,” she said, pushing the kitchen door open. “Just simple things, mind you. I tend to bake better than cook though.”
“What’s the difference?” he asked. It was interesting that she could cook because most noble women wouldn’t know how to boil water for tea.
“The difference is subtle really. Cooking is more of an art with just a little mechanics thrown in so you know how long and how to cook something. Baking is more of a science because you have to get certain measurements and procedures exactly right or it doesn’t work out very well.”
“I see.” He watched her move around the kitchen confidently, only occasionally looking puzzled then grumbling about things being moved around.
“I think we’re stuck with sandwiches, Bya,” Inari said. “Everything else would need to be cooked and there aren’t exactly small portions here.”
“That’s fine,” he said with a small shrug.
“I can cut the crusts off for you if you’d like,” Inari said with a small grin.
Byakuya looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Is that a remark about my being nobility?”
“I don’t know,” Inari said, eyes narrowing as well. “Is it, Kuchiki-dono?”
“I think it is, Inari-hime,” he said.
“What do you think you’re going to do about it, Kuchiki?”
“I can assure you, I’ll think of something, Kurosaki,” Byakuya said.
She gave him a lifted eyebrow that said she doubted his words before turning to look for something in the cabinets. She felt something squishy and wet hit her left ear, when she glanced down there was an olive at her feet that hadn’t been there before. She turned around to stare at him.
“You threw and olive at me,” she accused.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’s beneath me,” Byakuya said, sounding like there was nothing at all unusual going on.
“You did. Unless there’s someone in the room who is invisible, mind you with Kisuke that’s entirely possible, it had to be you.”
“You can’t prove it,” he said.
“No,” she said, bending down to pick up the olive. “But I can do this.” She threw the olive and it hit him smack in the middle of the forehead.
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