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FOR THE LOVE OF GOD	By : UnAnimoTales Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of all the summer nights in the life of Byakuya Kuchiki, this one, inside his bedroom, was perhaps the loneliest he would ever spend. Even his little sister would remember it. It was the only time, since she was adopted, had addressed her in an unlikely manner and angered voice. The words 'If you have nothing sense to say then get out and do not bother me ever again!' stunned the occasional-cheerful unseated officer of Division Thirteen when she appeared on his doorway. It was perhaps the most uncivilized set of phrase Byakuya ever constructed since he overcomes puberty. Now in this darkened room, anxious and sweating beneath his thin yukata, the irritant taicho stood and tormented alone, stirring for the one man who might ease his solitude, was gone missing for six days. Six days! Abarai-fukitaicho hadn't returned from the Real World mission and Byakuya couldn't do anything but to obey the Gotei Thirteen leader—he can't believe Yamamoto-sotaicho declined his pleading for the rescue attempt of his own seated officer.
From his open door, fronting his personal garden, Byakuya wondered why the supreme commander decides such a ridiculous outcome this morning. He is the captain, Abarai is his subordinate. Every single shinigami under his division was his responsibility. But for Yamamoto the reason was out of the question. 'Even an incompetent shinigami must not left behind. No one must left behind!' Byakuya snapped back, almost growled at the old man and, at the same time, surprised the captains and vice-captains that looked at him oddly that time. So what? He already dropped his infamous asshole guise from the beginning anyway, so what the fuck. He even heard Koryaku-taicho giggled, Soi-fon cursed, Zaraki grinned behind him—who cares! Let them have their entertainment. He mustn't think of shame right now. All he knows that he's desperate and was about to lose his sanity. Who would have thought the aristocrat born, clan leader and 28th head of the Kuchiki's long training of patience, obedience, and self-masking arrogance will crack in one day all because of one man. Byakuya was aware of this humility and he knows he will suffer the consequences again, just like before. But as long as Renji returned to him safely, he will gladly facing them...yet again.
But the answer is still no.
Byakuya had reasoned out, set the plans and debated, eager to win against all odds. And finally after the long argument—or maybe the supreme commander had enough Kuchiki tantrums in one day—Yamamoto finally acted on this, but the mission was passed on to Toshiro Hitsugaya and Kenpachi Zaraki and his minions to do the rest. All of them, no question about it, were qualified for the mission. However, the gallant and warrior pride of the Sixth Division captain was nevertheless displeased as he was extracted from the said legation. How many times did he ask why? He can't recall. 'Either you comply, young man, or forget this preposterous cause. Your choice,' Sotaicho said to him firmly. Byakuya nodded and accepted it—either this or wait till the red-head rot. He stormed out from the First Division hall without the serene facade everyone expecting him to be. He was babbling some curses which he can't imagine he could construct and his reiatsu flares sky rocketed that choke every shinigami within his vicinity. He was in rage—rage to the point even Ukitake-taicho, the noble's former mentor, was shocked. Byakuya's fury reached its limits and had to destroy something. Well, to use Senbozakura as manner of lingo to express how he feels was certainly a good idea to tell how bullshit the decision was.
But then again he remembered Renji and Renji's previous impulsive behaviour. Within years, he taught Renji how to pacify temper. And it was successful. Now it was his turn to use his own theory to himself. He must clasp his anger, or rather, as code of behaviour, force himself to calm down. He must trust the other captains. It wouldn't help to disregard them now. Hitsugaya though icy sometimes, would do everything to get Abarai back, at least in one piece, with or without his note. And for Zaraki, Kuchiki-taicho wouldn't care less. The noble's hatred for the Eleventh Division captain was still intense. The rudeness of his act and demented mind piqued the noble. Always. However the giant man have always one purpose and one purpose only—beat the shit out of them and win, and because of this Byakuya somehow sighed in relief.
Byakuya sat near the koi pond. The stillness of the night sickens him. Every minute was like forever to the noble. And the waiting repelled him even more. He was ordered to wait and wait he did. Wait and wait till some kind of a communication would knock at his doorstep, until finally Rukia appeared mistakenly in front of him and, out of nowhere, all his hell broke loose with sixteen words and eighteen syllables. It was not her fault. Rukia too was angered by the decision, because even she was uncounted for the search.
He gritted his teeth while clutching his chest. Another issue was pressed after the captain's meeting. He was requested to appear at the Kuchiki council. Yes, it must be the elders who are controlling this fucking whole thing around, and thus he felt terrified because of it. Not from the elders power but from his own and the things he could do to them if they indeed intended to sabotage his decision for Renji. Byakuya remembered how the Kuchiki council, his own family, condemn him before for such an act to have Abarai Renji, the mongrel dog from Rukongai, as his chosen lover rather than those listed potential consort from noble clans of Seiretei. But Byakuya was known the breaker of delicate ancient rules and protocols of the said clan. He defied it before and he could do it all over again. But then again, for Renji sake and Renji's wish for his taicho to have peace of mind, both of them decided to be discreet and wait for the time till the Kuchiki Clan's pestering subsides...
...Or rather Byakuya himself denounce his own leadership for the clan, it will be the only thing for them to have great happiness. Except—and Byakuya knew Renji will smack his head if he did, Renji would never forgive himself if he was the one who will change the Kuchiki Family history. He loves his taicho too much that even the 'waiting' was reasonable enough for him to do so rather than destroying the pride of his noble.
Renji, though brash and foul-mouthed at times, had his own sense and dignity in his own odd way, and that is why Byakuya wanted him back so badly.
Byakuya glanced at the night sky, wondered if Renji could see the moon and the stars too. He must do something before he loses his sanity. He would do everything to get Renji back. Tomorrow. Don't know how, but he will do it as soon as the sun goes up.
"You look pathetic, you know that?" One voice said and Byakuya froze. He absently dropped his guard down. That he didn't even sense someone was already there, watching him. "Stars will not talk back, you know. If I was sent here to kill you, you probably be dead by now."
The noble's response to his former mentor was anything but friendly. "What do you want, Yorouichi?"
"I was just...dropping by. And..." she smiled and searched Byakuya's gaze. "I want to ask why the little lady was crying all the way down to the gate and headed straight to her division. She even decided to stay there for a while, if you want to know. Can you least tell me the reason?"
"I'm no mood, Yorouichi."
The feline laughed.
"What seems to be amusing?"
"Well," she sat near him and yawned. "First, the trees behind the Kuchiki manor—or what's left of it—told the exact same tale. And second, you look like shit, Bya-bo."
Byakuya finally glanced back at her...or rather stared hard on her. She knew something, and Byakuya hated her for that. "If you have no business here, Yorouichi, you might as well—"
"Oh don't give me that bullshit, Byakuya," she waved her hand vaguely on him. "You can't brush me away that easily."
"Hardly," he said dryly. "That's what I'm afraid of."
"Look." She sighed. "I'm here to help."
Byakuya arched a brow. "Why would I need help, especially from you? And in what particular reason?"
"Who," the feline corrected him. "You can't hide anything from me. You are depressed and infuriated by the decision."
The noble looked away. "Leave me be," he said. "I don't need any help."
"Yes, yes," Yorouichi sighed. "Do you have to tell that to yourself...always?"
"Sotaicho ordered me. So I must stay."
The violet-head laughed again. "Such a priss. Tell me, Byakuya. When was the last time you felt you really needed someone? Ah, of course—none. But..." she stood up and faced him, "You've changed. You might not aware of it, but you did otherwise. And besides, it wasn't you who needs our help."
Yorouichi didn't have to say who she is talking about. The noble sighed.
"So...do you decline?" She asked, and when Byakuya walked away without words, she laughed whole-heartedly again. "I guess that means no."

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