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Title: A Very Merry Christmas
Fandom: Bleach with some Santa myth
Pairing: Byakuya/Ichigo
Commissioned by: Cutsycat
Part: 2/3
AN: Another commission for the every lovely cutsycat. Please note that Santa and all his incarnations have always been interesting to me. So I know some about him and how he looks. Santa statues come in handy to. ;)
Enjoy.
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Sighing as he slipped into the last house, surprised that it was the Kurosaki household, Byakuya ran his fingers through his ponytail, unsurprised that it was coming out from all of the running that he had done. Taking a moment, he readjusted the ponytail so that it was sitting properly once more before picking up his bag that held the last of the gifts and moved away from the fireplace.
The one thing that he hated the most was the fact that he had to deal with going up and down chimney’s all damn night.
Once more muttering death threats to the red wearing jerk, he checked to make sure that no one was awake, knowing that, despite his inability at feeling reitsu, Ichigo was well versed in feeling when things shifted or changed in his home. Isshin was much the same though and he didn’t want to deal with them while he was in such a get up or looking the way he was.
Coming to stand before the tree, he knelt down before his eyes were drawn to the plate of cookies and the little note that he knew had been written by the young Yuzu Kurosaki. Smiling, he picked up the letter and chuckled at the sweetly written words bidding him a Happy Holiday and much luck with his many stops through the night. It also told him that, much to his surprise, that Ichigo had been the one to make the gingerbread cookies that awaited him. Shaking his head, he dug around in his bag, finding the gifts that he was to leave for the Kuroaski family.
He pulled out a rather nice soccer ball for Karin, along with several books and a soccer game that she had asked for. Surprisingly enough, that had been all she had asked for, the rest of the gifts just added bonuses.
A sewing machine was next for Yuzu, along with several yards of different fabrics and spools of thread. Again, surprisingly enough, all she had asked for was for the fabric, not wanting anything else from Santa Claus. The sewing machine and spools of thread were just added bonus’s for the young girl.
Isshin ended up with several new garnishly colored shirts that he had requested, along with a request to stop trying to sear the elves eyes out with such horror filled colors. Byakuya just shook his head and muttered about fashion idiots before he turned to pull out Ichigo’s gifts.
The young shinigami had requested the last book on his list of Shakespeare plays, which turned out to be Hamlet. But he also was getting a few new shirts, a couple of books that Byakuya knew were falling apart from being read so much and surprisingly, a new kit for a new scrap book.
Staring at the package before checking his list, he made a noise of surprise at that. He had never thought that the eldest Kurosaki child would be so interested in scrapbooking, much less anything that made him work on something crafty like.
Shaking his head in surprise at the fact that he was learning something new about the young man, Byakuya stood and snagged a cookie from the plate, biting the head off. As he chewed, he picked up his bag and got ready to leave the house the same way he had come in, through the chimney but a series of pictures caught his attention instead.
Nibbling upon the surprisingly good gingerbread man, plucking the gum drop buttons off of the front of it and nibbling on those, he gazed over the pictures, eyes taking in the softness that Ichigo had towards his younger sisters.
Instead of a scowl or a scowling smirk as he often had on his face, Ichigo was actually smiling happily at the two young girls. Yuzu was hanging off of his arm and beaming up at him as Karin hung off of his other arm, smirking at her younger sister, both of them bright eyed and happy.
Their brother on the other hand was smiling softly as he let them hang off of him, making Byakuya feel jealous at the young man’s ability to show his care for his siblings. Sighing, he idly wondered if he would ever be able to show such affection for his younger sister before he shook his head and continued to eat the gingerbread cookie, finishing it off with a few licks to his fingers.
He smiled and reached for another cookie, plucking it from the rather fat pile on the plate, once more eating the head first followed by the gum drop buttons before turning back to the pictures of the family. In every picture with one sister or both of them, Ichigo was smiling, soft and sweet and happy. It was a look that the noble often wanted directed at him, making him shake his head and sigh as he looked up.
A sound of surprise caused him to spin around, cookie hanging from his mouth. Ichigo stood in the doorway to the living room, a bat hanging loosely from his hand as brown eyes stared at him, wide and surprised at finding the noble standing before the fire place in such a costume. His eyes trailed over Byakuya’s form before he swallowed, trying to get a word out to find out just what the man was doing in his outfit and dressed like an elf.
No matter how modernized or stylized.
“Byakuya?” Ichigo finally squeaked, twitching as he put the bat aside. Byakuya was quick to pull the gingerbread man cookie from his mouth and frowned heavily at the other.
“You will say not one word about what you have seen, Kurosaki,” Byakuya hissed, trying to hiss before clamping his mouth shut. “At the least I’m not 4 feet tall this time,” he muttered.
“This time?” Ichigo squeaked, surprised that the noble would have dressed up like an elf and gone around delivering presents to the kids. “What do you mean this time?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.
“I am not going to tell you,” Byakuya stated, snorting and shaking his head before he turned to his scroll, once more checking over it to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. Finding all of the names crossed out, he rolled it back up and tucked it into his bag, before groaning softly under his breath at the sound of footsteps coming up next to Ichigo.
“Bya-boi?” Isshin asked, voice strangled as Byakuya turned to glare at him, fingers twitching to pull out Senbonsakura and use him on the idiot. Isshin smirked and cleared his throat. “What are you doing here?” he prodded.
“What does it look like, you nimrod?” Byakuya growled, twitching heavily as he made sure that he had the bag in hand and was ready to go.
“It looks like you’re dressed up like an elf and delivering presents to my house,” Isshin drawled, trying not to burst into laughter as Byakuya tensed and moved to stand before the fireplace fully, getting ready to leave.
“That’s what I’m doing, you idiot,” Byakuya stated, eyes narrowed before he shook his head in disgust. “I cannot believe I was roped into this shit,” he muttered, Ichigo blinking a few times at him before he dared to look at his father and nearly screamed in horror at the sight of the other man in nothing more than a pair of boxers.
Isshin burst into laughter, holding his sides and leaning against the wall next to him as Urahara came down the stairs, Ichigo complaining about the sight of his father and his father’s lover in nothing but boxers. Byakuya could feel the sharp sting of hurt curl in his gut, making him tense even more and narrow his eyes at them.
When they were distracted, Isshin and Urahara laughing and propping each other up as Ichigo rubbed at his eyes to forget about what he had seen, Byakuya took the moment to grab the rest of the gingerbread cookies and leave. He was soon standing on the roof that was the meeting spot where Nicholas was waiting for him to take him home. Once in Soul Society and at his mansion, the young noble placed the cookies onto a plate that he had used earlier for a light snack before Nicholas had come to him and disappeared into his bathroom. Changing from his modern day elf outfit, he handed it over to the much older man and was saying goodbye to the man.
Once Nicholas had left, Byakuya gave instructions to his servants that he was not to be bothered for the next few days before sending off a request form for time off for a couple of weeks. It was long awaited for vacation and he figured that he deserved to enjoy some time off after the night he had.
For two days after Christmas he had peace and quiet but for the next three days, Ichigo came by, only to be turned away by his servants. Byakuya ignored all of those attempts, instead focusing on making sure that he didn’t get fat while he indulged in the cookie addiction that he had going on, training in his personal area.
By December 31^st, Ichigo had gotten tired of being turned away from seeing Byakuya and had just gone straight for Byakuya’s personal bedroom door, slipping in to the room with a determined look on his face.
Byakuya just looked up from the book in his hands as he gazed at the substitute shinigami that had just invaded his bedroom. “Yes?”
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