Mistletoe and Holly (Bleach, ByakuyaxUnohana, #19)
Title: Mistletoe and Holly.
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 1297
Theme: #19 red.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
Dedicated to: truth301
He was starting to develop a terrible headache while he wondered for the millionth time how did he end up allowing his sister to do this?
Well, it wasn’t as if Rukia had actually asked for his permission at first. By the time Byakuya had discovered what she was doing, Rukia had the main room of the manor decorated with things that she said were quite normal in the human world during the Christmas season, and, apparently, his sister had liked the holiday enough to celebrate it in Soul Society.
Byakuya had allowed her to finish what she had been doing, mostly because Rukia had already set a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and it was decorated so intricately that he knew she must have snuck out of her room every night to accomplish such a feat, that and she had given him a pitiful teary puppy eyed look that would have broken stronger wills than his.
Of course, if he had known that Rukia had planned to throw a Christmas party after she finished decorating the place and that his house would host a bunch of drunken shinigami who had had a tad to much of the eggnog that his former vice-captain had spiked with God knows how much alcohol, he would have forbidden her from continuing and ordered her to return the room to it’s original bare glory.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
The dignified head of the Kuchiki clan winced and closed his eyes feeling his headache getting worse. He was tempted to get himself another serving of that damned eggnog, after all there was a limit to how long a sober man could listen to Renji, Ikkaku and Shunsui ‘sing’ Christmas carols in their best Oh-my-God-someone-is-killing-a-cat shrill voices. since all the other people present were ecstatic with the spur of the moment party, Byakuya concluded that their minds were so hazed in alcohol that they were actually hearing Renji, Ikkaku, and Shunsui sing like a chorus of angels.
At some point or another Ichigo, Shuhei, Kira and Yumichika had decided to join into the singing as well….
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!!!!!!
And that was it, next thing he knew he found himself in front of the punch bowl and drinking the spiked eggnog. Desperate times called for desperate measures, of course being whom he was, he was not going to drink as much as to get hammered enough to wake the next day with a killer hang-over. Byakuya was only going to drink enough to leave himself numb enough to stand the horrid singing and keep his ears from bleeding when his eardrums exploded.
Nearly seven cups of eggnog later, the singing had become more bearable and he was unbothered by the fact that there was a party on his family estate. Of course, despite his state he had carefully saved in a safe place of his mind the self note to make Rukia clean all the mess. After all, it had been she who had caused it so it was more than appropriate for her to clean up. And he would make sure to stay away from her; he didn’t want to risk another encounter with her puppy eyed look. Besides Ichigo and Renji were going to help her clean, Byakuya would make sure of that.
His onyx eyes looked about the room and he immediately noticed something that caught his attention. It wasn’t the people that were crammed into the place or the fact that Soi Fong was moving about like a hyperactive bunny. No, what had called his attention was just how much red was in the room, from bows that adorned the tree and walls, the small berries that weaved through the wreaths that Rukia had brought from the human world to the fabric of the kimonos most of the women were wearing.
It was a bit dizzying to see that colour in such quantity, the last time he had seen so much of it was in the war against Aizen and that was not a happy memory. Regardless of how numb he seemed to be, the memory of that confrontation still was imbedded in him to the very core. No amount of alcohol could make him forget that.
“This is not the moment or the place to think of such things.” The unmistakable voice of the fourth division captain gently whispered to him.
As usual he directed her a sidelong glance, he was slightly relieved to notice that she was wearing a forest green kimono instead of the choice all the other women had made.
“You’re not wearing red”
“Well…Rukia-san told me that green was also a traditional colour so I decided to choose it; apparently I made a good choice.” She replied a bit amused that he had stated the obvious just to avoid the subject. “How much eggnog have you had Byakuya-sama?”
“…Enough to stand the pathetic excuse of their singing.”
“Hmm…I’ve to confess that I have done the same.” She had wanted to laugh a bit when she noticed the flash of disbelief on his eyes while the rest of his expression remained just the same as always. “Is not that surprising? I can have alcohol from times to times; it’s not as if I’m a saint or something.”
“You might as well be one.” His voice faintly echoed around them.
“I’ll take that as a compliment since you don’t give those so easily, but I assure you that I’m not a saint.” She had never considered herself to be one despite how much people told her that her demeanour resembled one. “A saint would never have never taken the lives of others in order to accomplish a mission.”
He finally turned to look at her. “We are shinigami that had to be done.”
The woman merely shrugged and didn’t reply, the memories of the past war clung heavily to every person that had been involved in it and he concluded that she wasn’t an exception. With a small sigh she raised her head and a tiny smile appeared on her face.
“Mistletoe.” She said and pointed upwards.
“Hn?”
With an almost indifferent tilt of his head he noticed the green parasitic plant that hung over them. He had noticed that Rukia had placed them strategically around the room. Byakuya had asked her what was the point in them and his sister had graciously answered him with a small flush on her cheeks. But he couldn’t exactly remember her full answer other than the fact that it was a Christmas tradition.
Having ended his examination of the green plant, he once again directed his attention to his companion. Byakuya was completely taken by surprise by the sudden feel of Unohana’s supple and soft warm lips against his own. Before his mind could fully grasp on the fact that the captain of the fourth division was kissing him in a room filled with other shinigami or the almost alien tingling sensation on his lips, she pulled away.
“Merry Christmas, Byakuya-sama”
She smiled at him one last time before she turned around, leaving him standing there stunned under the mistletoe watching her retreating form and trying to fully process just what the hell had happened.
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 1297
Theme: #19 red.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
Dedicated to: truth301
He was starting to develop a terrible headache while he wondered for the millionth time how did he end up allowing his sister to do this?
Well, it wasn’t as if Rukia had actually asked for his permission at first. By the time Byakuya had discovered what she was doing, Rukia had the main room of the manor decorated with things that she said were quite normal in the human world during the Christmas season, and, apparently, his sister had liked the holiday enough to celebrate it in Soul Society.
Byakuya had allowed her to finish what she had been doing, mostly because Rukia had already set a Christmas tree in the middle of the room and it was decorated so intricately that he knew she must have snuck out of her room every night to accomplish such a feat, that and she had given him a pitiful teary puppy eyed look that would have broken stronger wills than his.
Of course, if he had known that Rukia had planned to throw a Christmas party after she finished decorating the place and that his house would host a bunch of drunken shinigami who had had a tad to much of the eggnog that his former vice-captain had spiked with God knows how much alcohol, he would have forbidden her from continuing and ordered her to return the room to it’s original bare glory.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
The dignified head of the Kuchiki clan winced and closed his eyes feeling his headache getting worse. He was tempted to get himself another serving of that damned eggnog, after all there was a limit to how long a sober man could listen to Renji, Ikkaku and Shunsui ‘sing’ Christmas carols in their best Oh-my-God-someone-is-killing-a-cat shrill voices. since all the other people present were ecstatic with the spur of the moment party, Byakuya concluded that their minds were so hazed in alcohol that they were actually hearing Renji, Ikkaku, and Shunsui sing like a chorus of angels.
At some point or another Ichigo, Shuhei, Kira and Yumichika had decided to join into the singing as well….
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!!!!!!
And that was it, next thing he knew he found himself in front of the punch bowl and drinking the spiked eggnog. Desperate times called for desperate measures, of course being whom he was, he was not going to drink as much as to get hammered enough to wake the next day with a killer hang-over. Byakuya was only going to drink enough to leave himself numb enough to stand the horrid singing and keep his ears from bleeding when his eardrums exploded.
Nearly seven cups of eggnog later, the singing had become more bearable and he was unbothered by the fact that there was a party on his family estate. Of course, despite his state he had carefully saved in a safe place of his mind the self note to make Rukia clean all the mess. After all, it had been she who had caused it so it was more than appropriate for her to clean up. And he would make sure to stay away from her; he didn’t want to risk another encounter with her puppy eyed look. Besides Ichigo and Renji were going to help her clean, Byakuya would make sure of that.
His onyx eyes looked about the room and he immediately noticed something that caught his attention. It wasn’t the people that were crammed into the place or the fact that Soi Fong was moving about like a hyperactive bunny. No, what had called his attention was just how much red was in the room, from bows that adorned the tree and walls, the small berries that weaved through the wreaths that Rukia had brought from the human world to the fabric of the kimonos most of the women were wearing.
It was a bit dizzying to see that colour in such quantity, the last time he had seen so much of it was in the war against Aizen and that was not a happy memory. Regardless of how numb he seemed to be, the memory of that confrontation still was imbedded in him to the very core. No amount of alcohol could make him forget that.
“This is not the moment or the place to think of such things.” The unmistakable voice of the fourth division captain gently whispered to him.
As usual he directed her a sidelong glance, he was slightly relieved to notice that she was wearing a forest green kimono instead of the choice all the other women had made.
“You’re not wearing red”
“Well…Rukia-san told me that green was also a traditional colour so I decided to choose it; apparently I made a good choice.” She replied a bit amused that he had stated the obvious just to avoid the subject. “How much eggnog have you had Byakuya-sama?”
“…Enough to stand the pathetic excuse of their singing.”
“Hmm…I’ve to confess that I have done the same.” She had wanted to laugh a bit when she noticed the flash of disbelief on his eyes while the rest of his expression remained just the same as always. “Is not that surprising? I can have alcohol from times to times; it’s not as if I’m a saint or something.”
“You might as well be one.” His voice faintly echoed around them.
“I’ll take that as a compliment since you don’t give those so easily, but I assure you that I’m not a saint.” She had never considered herself to be one despite how much people told her that her demeanour resembled one. “A saint would never have never taken the lives of others in order to accomplish a mission.”
He finally turned to look at her. “We are shinigami that had to be done.”
The woman merely shrugged and didn’t reply, the memories of the past war clung heavily to every person that had been involved in it and he concluded that she wasn’t an exception. With a small sigh she raised her head and a tiny smile appeared on her face.
“Mistletoe.” She said and pointed upwards.
“Hn?”
With an almost indifferent tilt of his head he noticed the green parasitic plant that hung over them. He had noticed that Rukia had placed them strategically around the room. Byakuya had asked her what was the point in them and his sister had graciously answered him with a small flush on her cheeks. But he couldn’t exactly remember her full answer other than the fact that it was a Christmas tradition.
Having ended his examination of the green plant, he once again directed his attention to his companion. Byakuya was completely taken by surprise by the sudden feel of Unohana’s supple and soft warm lips against his own. Before his mind could fully grasp on the fact that the captain of the fourth division was kissing him in a room filled with other shinigami or the almost alien tingling sensation on his lips, she pulled away.
“Merry Christmas, Byakuya-sama”
She smiled at him one last time before she turned around, leaving him standing there stunned under the mistletoe watching her retreating form and trying to fully process just what the hell had happened.