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Kaleidoscope	By : severuslover Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Renji had decided to pull up his socks – figuratively speaking – from that point on. He was going to have a more positive attitude towards his work. He was going to believe in himself and try harder, and he would not let Kuchiki show him up again. He would try to dig deeper and not just paint.

He threw away the stash of anti- depressants he had brought, deciding he would not be needing them, but kept one bottle just in case. Those shit cost money. He didn’t just pick them up.

He was going to turn himself around and the first thing he needed to do was to pin-point his problem area; more specifically what he was missing, and reinvent himself.

Getting dressed at the crack of dawn, a tour around the house would suit him well and would clear the fog in his mind.

He was getting used to the luxuries that he was being accommodated with. Hot water at his beck and call. No waiting until the opportune time to bathe, not too early because the heat would be off and not too late because then it would be gone. A constant food source, three meals a day; not great food, but food.

He opened up his door to find Ayasegawa standing outside. He barely contained his surprise. Barely.

“Um, can I take a walk? Maybe have a look around. I can can’t I?”

Ayasegawa was hesitant but he relented. He wasn’t so bad, Renji found a new respect for him. He probably felt bad for him for being chewed out like sour meat.

Renji – plus his escort Ayasegawa – walked the halls leisurely, and he admired and pondered the true meaning of the term living the fine life. Crystal everything, antique everything. Nothing cheap or practical or that made sense. This house really was beautiful. Stone pillars everywhere, archways and fine marble. It was also spotless, but it had to be with the ten or so maids running around, fluttering past Renji like he was air.

He asked to tour the kitchen just to get a good idea of the place and the man which had unknowingly declared war on him. It was a bit surprising that the kitchen wasn’t a sterilized white room clean enough to lick. It was a warm honey color accented with brick walls and a towering brick oven. It was bright, felt homey and made Renji feel like cooking. The cook – about as haughty looking as Kuchiki or more with a pencil thin mustache and a pointed chin, gave him a dirty look and he wondered if the meals that came back uneaten had offended him? Oh well. Renji was offended that someone would serve him that shit.

He went back out and stumbled down a hallway full of paintings.

Something about them struck him as strange. The mood of them. They were nondescript things really, beautiful all the same. They didn’t seem like Kuchiki’s style though.

“Oi, did Kuchiki paint these?” he asked Ayasegawa over his shoulder. The butler came to stand beside him, looking up at the same painting Renji was as if seeing it for the first time as well.

“No,” he answered slowly.

Renji raised his eyebrows. “No?” He didn’t think Kuchiki was the type of man to put up other people’s work in his house. “Then who?”

Ayasegawa shifted, appraising Renji with lowered violet eyes.

“Kuchiki-shi’s former teacher.”

It was somehow hard to imagine Kuchiki with a teacher. Imagining him being born in a suit with a uninterested expression was much much easier. And funnier.

He imagined an accomplished, big bosomed woman, leaning over a fourteen year old adolescent Kuchiki, showing him how to hold a brush while basking in the smell of young money, only to be seduced by him years later… Renji shook his head. Too much daytime TV.

“Who was his teacher?” Renji asked out of genuine curiosity. It would have to be someone who left a deep impression on him that he would put up a hallway full of their paintings.

“I’m surprised you don’t know...”

Renji was about to reply when a low cough made Ayasegawa snap into a bow so fast Renji swore his back was broken.

Kuchiki was standing there with his hands behind his back giving his butler an odd look. Renji looked back and forth between them, knowing they were doing nothing wrong but still feeling guilty and a little ashamed to be in Kuchiki’s presence for the first time since the revealing of his painting.

He was unsure of what to say or even how to carry himself. It’s not like he knew the critics in the newspaper personally, or were staying over at their massive house or was finding them highly attractive in the ever brightening, morning sunlight.

“We weren’t doin’ nothin’, jus looking.” Renji didn’t know why he felt the need to defend the butler but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that they were doing something they shouldn’t be.

Kuchiki looked to him, his head held high as if announcing some national decree.

“You will have breakfast with me in an hour in the dining room.”

Well then, if you beg like that how can I refuse? He thought snidely.

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Breakfast was certainly an… interesting affair for Renji, and by no means horrifying.

After Renji had retracted his eyebrows from his hairline, he coughed out an acceptance to the invitation. Hmm so that’s what shocked to the point of paralysis meant.

Apparently this meal was a black tie event in this household because he was made to change by Ayasegawa. His apparel was not suitable for dining, so he was shoved into a too big button up blouse and slacks – again to big for him.

He was led to the dining room where Kuchiki was already waiting. It occurred to Renji in the week that he’d been here he’d never set foot in this room. It was just as grand as the house. Floor to ceiling windows adorned with long cream curtains, swept across by golden tassels made the room bright and inviting.

Kuchiki was seated and waiting at the head of the ornate mahogany table that seated twelve. He moved to draw out a chair next to him and was poked harshly in the back by Ayasegawa who guided him to the far end of the table.

“Of course. Why be practical? Why seat the only two people eating next to each other? Sending messages by carrier pigeons might be more fun anyway,” Renji muttered sarcastically. He could swear he saw the man servant smile when he prodded him again.

Renji looked up the white linen, white plated table complete with white lilies in a transparent vase at the figure of Kuchiki Byakuya looking – staring and quite creepily at that – directly at him.

The ten second wait for breakfast to be delivered was the most excruciating in his life. Only when his plate was laid out in front him did Kuchiki take his eyes off Renji to survey it.

And here came his way of making Renji feel so damn self conscious. Not in a particularly bad way. His looks were condescending, his stares were… somewhat inquisitive but still unnerving.

Breakfast looked fancy but inedible. Renji, not wanting to come across as rude, took the fork and prodded it. Kuchiki of course attacked his with his knife and fork. Heavens! Renji noticed he was cutting and separating the food, going through all the motions one would usually do to eat, but nothing was reaching his mouth. After five minutes of this, he slowly sipped his tea.

Normally this would’ve been an awkward silence, only filled buy the silverware clinking on the plates, but watching this specimen of a man was interesting. He’d never seen like it.

“Abarai-kun.”

“Yeah?” It was reflexive and came out before he could stop it. He mentally slapped himself. Now was the time to put his best food forward and show that he was eager and could be well-mannered. Someone worthy of being taught. Maybe kiss his shoes and beg to stay if all else failed.

However Kuchiki continued without mentioning anything. .“I think a formal introduction is much overdue.”

“Um, Abarai Renji, 23 yrs old, male, blood type o, single, I like long walks on the beach and cuddling in bed on Sundays. I like cats, those sweet desserts that you just know are gonna go straight to your thighs, making art that gets ripped to shit by critics and-” By this point Renji was smiling broadly.

Even though Kuchiki was staring at him indifferently he thought he maybe kind of saw a slight smile there. Ah he could fool himself.

“Where do you live?”

This information Renji wasn’t too keen on giving. That part of town had a very bad reputation to harbor transients, dealers and buyers. No need to make his new teacher think he might rob them blind in their sleep.

“I was staying with a friend in, Tokyo.”

“Does anyone know you’re here?”

A weird question Renji thought but dismissed it. “Only my friend in Tokyo, Rukia. She’s the one who actually recommended I see you after we saw you in the newspaper. And my former landlord if you count him.”

“Why did you choose to become an artist? Does it run in your family?” He asked next, reaching for a bowl of fruit.

Renji snorted. “The only thing that runs in our family is-”And he just remembered where the fuck he was and the kind of jokes that were just too much!

He cleared his throat. “No. I’ve always just like art and the way it makes you feel. When I was young I saw a painting of angels by Ukitake Jyu. Its’ one I think I’ll remember for my whole life. The beauty of it. It’s like-”

He wanted to finish what he was saying. He really did. It’s just that at that moment Kuchiki had decided that now would be a good time to eat a grape. Harmless you say? Nope.

It was the first time he’d seen Kuchiki’s hands. He had taken off one of his gloves to pluck a single grape from the bunch with pale, slender fingers. He then slowly parted his lips and slipped it in, chewing slowly and then running a finger across his bottom lip. The worst part of all, he was looking at Renji this whole time. It was so damn sexy it literally left him grasping for words.

Was he trying to seduce him? Holy shit. And here he was trying to sound complicated and actually thinking hard about that answer to impress him! Sly bastard. Or did he just not know how alluring he made eating a grape look? Bullshit! He knew he was handsome as hell.

Renji swallowed, the second grape turned into his finger in his mind and he knew that this would not end well.

He thought he might have a weird look on his face that maybe said ‘I’m thinking really perverted things right now’ or something and tried to blank his mind and face.

“Abarai-kun?”

He snapped out of it and looked up. When the hell did he stand up? How long was he dazed?

“I was saying that you can leave the addresses and contact information of your friend and landlord with Ayasegawa.”

“Why?”

“I’d like to send her some flowers. In appreciation. And to let her know you’re doing well.”

“Sure.” Renji thought of Rukia’s reaction upon getting flowers for no reason by rich guy like Kuchiki. Every girl’s dream. He could hear the squealing and then blissful crying already.

He left the room and Renji exhaled. He noted that his breakfast was untouched and entertained the idea of making some for him sometime. If he was still here that is. He looked down at his finger; still imaging how the man’s lips would feel, sucking on his index finger, how warm his mouth would be.

He blushed scarlet, both from the dirty thoughts taking over his mind and from the discovery that the shape in his peripheral vision was in fact Ayasegawa still standing in the corner with a horrible smirk on his face.
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