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Elusive	By : KiraDouji Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:Elusive

Rating: MPAA: PG, Fiction Rating: K+

Pairing/Character/s: Renji + Byakuya

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Warning/s: Spoilers for the Bleach manga from
chapter 140 on, the Bleach anime episode 51 and up.

Word
Count: 972

Summary: No one
can ever say Renji hasn't worked hard for everything he's achieved, but hard
work has its price... a price his captain is not particularly fond of.

Author�s Note: Written to
abate the wall of writer�s block, and it turned into its own story.

Elusive

�Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and
use it for change.�

-Ramsay Clark

Renji
cracked open a tired eye, catching glimpses of an empty, plain, white room
before a large, angry hammer slammed him quite firmly between his eyes. Well,
not really, but it fucking felt like it. He groaned and closed his eye again,
too busy cursing at his throbbing, rebelling head to care that he didn't
recognize the room he was in, or that the rest of his body didn't feel much
better. What a disturbingly familiar heavy
feeling. Like his body wouldn't or couldn't
move no matter how much it had damn well better.
Echoes of wounds he knew weren't really there faded in and out of his mind,
reminding him of another time he'd felt like this. When he had lost so
completely that his body was nothing but an agonized heap of jagged nerves and
blood and flesh.

"How
long are you planning on staying conscience this time?" An unbearably calm
and infinitely familiar voice asked him.

Great.
Just what he fucking needed.
"Well, don't think I can go back to sleep with my head pounding like it's
being fucking nailed to a wall," he offered crossly.

"And
why, exactly, is it doing that, fukutaichou?" Kuchiki Byakuya inquired in
his usual neutral, but slightly disapproving tone of voice. The use of Renji's
title was an obvious slight towards the vice captain's previous activities not
being very becoming of his position. Renji, of course, begged to differ. Not
that he ever begged, but he did tend to differ a lot with his captain.

"You
know damn well why," Renji
growled out, not in the mood to argue with Kuchiki Byakuya of all people, but
even less inclined to give him the satisfaction of the answer he was waiting
for.

"Renji,"
Byakuya warned, letting a sliver of annoyance penetrate his voice. "That
was unbelievably dangerous-"

"Nothing
happened, I'll be fine-"

"I
told you it wasn't battle ready-"

"And
how do you expect it to ever be battle ready if I don't train?" Renji
snapped, opening his eyes now so he could find and glare at his captain.

The
shinigami in question stood a few feet away from Renji, arms crossed and almost
glowering down at his subordinate, but not quite. Glowering counted as one of
the plethora of emotions not allowed to grace his visage unless extreme
circumstances dictated otherwise... or so Renji had since decided. And then,
quite unexpectedly, the stoic man sighed. "That is why we train for ten
years. I thought you would have figured that out by now."

Renji gave
a brash grin in retort, "Well, I don't have ten years, Taichou."

Byakuya's
eyebrows rose at that, but only just barely. "And why is that?"

"Storm's
comin'," Renji answered nonchalantly, shrugging
his shoulders a bit as he glanced back up at the ceiling. The look his captain
was giving him was rather disconcerting. It made him itch to get up and move,
to pace, to fight, to do something
aside from laying there and letting the man stare at him like that.

An awkward
silence hung between them until Renji felt the mattress sink a bit and he
automatically looked over to find his captain sitting on the edge of his bed.
Finding no more adequate a response, Renji merely blinked at the noble.

"Can
you sit up?" Byakuya queried as if it were completely normal for him to be
sitting on his lieutenant's sick bed like he cared one wit about the man's
recovery.

Renji
nevertheless took it as more of an order than a question and began the brutal
process of forcing his screaming muscles to push him into a sitting position.
The struggle took longer than he would have liked, but he was eventually
sitting upright, leaning back against the headboard and wall. Admittedly, he
was still tired and sore from all that his training had drained out of him, but
he wasn't about to let that show as he looked back over to meet Byakuya's gaze.

Byakuya
nodded approvingly and bent over the side of the bed, rising once more with a
tray carefully balanced between his hands which he promptly placed over Renji's
lap. The legs of the wooden tray stabilized it over Renji's legs, and allowed
for the cups set on it to remain upright. Without anything in the way of
explanation, the noble carefully lifted a piping hot kettle and gracefully
poured two cups of tea. Renji sat entranced by the quiet movements, equal parts
uncertain and curious. Thankfully, he had enough of his brain functioning to
take the cup passed to him and sip at the contents. They stayed like that for a
while, neither saying anything while they shared the tea, refilling when
necessary, occasionally looking out the open window, letting the gentle breeze
enter the room and keep it fresh with the scent of the fading day.

"You
have the day off tomorrow," Byakuya observed quietly.

Renji
blinked as if coming out of a trance. "Ah.. yeah, I do," he answered
lamely, looking over his tea at his captain.

"I do
not suppose I can count on you to rest through it," the elder drawled, his
tone in stark contrast with the intensity of his gaze.

"Never." Renji grinned defiantly in reply.

Byakuya
sipped the last of his tea and set the cup on the tray again. "Perhaps I
will take tomorrow off as well."

"...
Taichou?"

"I
expect you to be well rested by the morning, of course."

Renji tried
quite rapidly to catch up with what was going on. "Well rested... for
what?"

His captain
merely rose from the spot he'd claimed for most of the afternoon and bent down
to retrieve the tray previously placed over Renji's lap. "When reaching
for the moon, one should always have someone there to catch them if they
fall."
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