One more Kiss
For the 30_kisses
Title: An Indulgence of Excess.
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 2021
Theme: 13. Excessive chain
Beta: kurippu
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, I’m only borrowing them for awhile.
For the millionth time (actually it had only been twenty-five times but who was counting?) he asked himself how he’d gotten himself in this situation? A sudden fit of feminine giggles promptly answered his question.
Byakuya was there because Rukia was there. He was there to keep an eye on his little sister because there was no way he was going to allow his sister to be alone in this kind of party. His older-brother-complex for little-sister-protection came up with this equation…
Ichigo + Rukia + Uncontrolled amounts of Sake =?
Something he had rather not think of. The mere idea of his younger sister having her purity tainted by the orange haired shinigami who had defeated him once caused his blood to boil with the barely repressed need to unleash Senbonzakura on him.
But so far Ichigo, who was a tiny bit drunk, hadn’t tried to do anything to Rukia, who was also tipsy herself and very vulnerable to any type of move. His lieutenant might have tried something but the foulmouthed red head seemed to be putting all of his efforts into wooing Kimiko, another thing he didn’t like now that he thought of it.
“You should enjoy the party, Kuchiki-sama.” The gentle voice of the fourth division captain commented besides him. “After all we are celebrating.”
“Hn.” Flexing his arms in front of his chest he gazed at the people gathered there. “Should we be celebrating?”
“I know that the Winter War was… I don’t think I need to say, we all know what it meant to all of us and we all know what we had to do to get the upper hand to win.” A deep sigh escaped the pale rose lips of the healer while her azure eyes also looked about the place “…We’re having this party in order for all of us to alleviate the weight over their shoulders even if it’s for a little while.”
“…Everyone acts so strange when they have a lot of Sake.”
“Ohh…” She actually blinked at that rather random comment from the dignified captain. “Do they?”
All anyone had to do was look about the room to see that it was truth. The members of the eleventh division were acting as usual but there were others that were just too surprising to see. Yamamoto-soutaichou was pretty much dancing with Shunsui about the room while their lieutenants were passed out on the table and Komamura-taichou allowed a non-drunk Yachiru, since she couldn’t have sake, to pet him, that was only the start…
On the other side of the room Soifon had pretty much decided that Ukitake was her new teddy bear and was clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Hitsugaya (who had thought it will be a good idea to give sake to him?) had passed out with his head resting on Matsumoto, who was still drinking, and not too far away Shuhei was boldly flirting with Isane who was giggling like crazy.
“…Well alcohol has that uncanny ability of making people forget their inhibitions.” She said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Maybe that’s the reason people like it so much.”
“Have you had any?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
“Not yet…” Slowly she took a bottle of sake, which were kindly replaced on each table every five minutes even when the bottles were not even empty. “I conclude that you haven’t either since you have been keeping your eyes on Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san, so shall we indulge ourselves a bit?”
He looked at her then at the bottle then at her again. “I don’t see why not.”
The healer smiled slightly at that answer, one that she quite truthfully hadn’t been waiting for. but now that she had been given that rather ambiguous answer, they might as well have at least one drink of sake as they were probably the only ones, besides Yachiru that is, who didn’t have any alcohol in their systems and a little bit wouldn’t do too much damage
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Pain, a sharp pain like a million needles piercing through her head, a pain that clearly screamed hangover. Apparently she had ended up having a little bit too much to drink. With her soul wracking headache she slowly sat up on the futon, feeling her mouth dry and her muscles way to sore for her liking.
At least, she thanked the gods, she had managed to drag herself to her room. Raising her right hand she applied some pressure to the side of her head before moving her fingers in small soothing circles to try to ease the headache. She was going to need a lot of aspirin, why waste spirit pressure when the aspirin could do the trick?
Maybe she should stay in bed all day and sleep off her hangover, like she assumed most of the inhabitants of Gotei 13 would after a party like the one they all had the previous night. At some point or another the gathering had transformed into a full blown insane party from what she could recollect from what had happened the night before. Actually, that going back to bed was quite a tempting idea...
…But she hadn’t expected to return to bed like this.
With a sudden yelp that only worsened the state of her headache, she was tugged sideways to the bed only to fall on top of someone. More specifically a male or so she could conclude due to the rather dry groan that came in response, one that also was a killer on her headache. Both occupants of the room sat quickly yet very composedly on the futon.
“If I may know…” She finally said, finding the comforter of the futon very interesting in those moments, the oddly dark hued comforter. “…what are you doing in my room?”
“I consider that a very fair question, but I’m afraid there are two very important details that I need to point out.” Very carefully the 6th division captain raised his hand to his head and lightly massaged his temple. “First, this is my room; you’re the one invading it. Second, have you realized that you’re naked?”
“What!” She looked down at herself and flushed when she confirmed her state of clothing. “For the love of the Kami!”
The slight exclamation worsened the headache that he was also feeling. Suddenly he was tugged and ended crashing on Unohana. The fourth division captain had been far too distracted fretting to expect that and his crash against her frame had sent them both tumbling back to the bed.
“Would you mind getting off me?”
Instead of answering with words he did it with actions and moved off her as quickly as he could manage. When he was safely off her smaller frame -at least compared to his- she sat with a small frown on her face. The two strange tugging sensations had been too rare. The first tug had happened when he had turned sideways and she had scrambled on top of him and the same thing had happened the second time.
Carefully she flexed her left arm and raised it to her chest level, her eyes widened when she noticed a thin metal bracelet locked on her left wrist with a chain hanging down. Dismayed she followed the silver chain, which was slightly longer than customary, only to see it connected to another bracelet locked on his right wrist, numbly she let her arm fall on her lap.
“…So that explains the tugging.” He said rather mildly.
“Okay, I just need to relax and have a cool head…” She whispered more to herself not really expecting him to hear her.
The fourth division captain kept repeating that mantra in her head over and over again. She had apparently had way too much to drink and she had quite obviously slept with Byakuya but if that was the case, why the chain? Wasn’t that a bit excessive from his part?
A small sigh escaped her lips. “I’m quite surprised to find that you have a kink for S&M…”
“I do not have a kink for S&M.” He muttered with narrowed eyes, thanks to Rukia and some magazines she brought from the human world everyone knew what S&M stood for. “Also, who says that you’re not the one with that certain liking?”
“Well S&M is not really my cup of tea, judging by the description and I can’t fully remember if we actually did that, but it’s not in the things that I like when…”
“We really don’t need to discuss that.” He forcefully interrupted, a bit appalled at what she’d almost said, maybe she was still drunk. “Right now I think it is more important to know just how, exactly, did we end up in this particular situation.”
“We got drunk, so far that’s clear…” She sighed heavily and turned to look at him. “You know what? Forget about that, just how the hell did we ended up chained together?”
He frowned with obvious displeasure. “Whatever makes you think I’ll remember?”
“Maybe after a good rest and some aspirin we will get over our hangovers and remember everything. I mean, a good rest can help.” With a heavy sigh she laid down on the futon and stared at the ceiling of his room. “At least that’s what I hope.”
“Hmm…Are you going to stay here?” Byakuya asked mildly.
“Look, Byakuya, I have a headache, my body is completely sore in places that I didn’t even remembered I had, obviously thanks to you, and I’m chained to you. Therefore, you can conclude that this has not been my best morning and I’m tired. I only want to rest for a little while, whether it is in your room or mine.” Rather said as she slowly turned to look at him, who was still sitting. “After we’re rested, we can go get aspirins and see how we get out of this chain.”
“Has it come to your mind that we will probably call a lot of attention? We are, after all, chained together.”
“…I’m quite aware of that, as well as the fact that getting back in our clothes will be quite difficult, but we will think about that later, when we have clearer minds…”
Closing her eyes she turned to her side and a small breath escaped her mouth when she once again caught him off-guard and he crashed against her back. She sighed when he tried to move away…
“We’ve already slept together, Byakuya, a little cuddling wouldn’t make a difference.” She giggled when he shifted, leaving a respectful distance as much as it could be allowed with a chain, between them. “Suit yourself.”
He glared at her back but quickly stopped, there was no point in glaring if she was ignoring it. Minutes ticked by before they both fell asleep and, had he been awake, Byakuya wouldn’t have taken very well to the fact that he had pretty much pressed against Retsu.
~Meanwhile in another part of the manor~
Rukia moved about her room searching in every crevice, space, and piece of furniture in her room. The orange haired replacement shinigami watched her from the futon as she sat in front of the small oak furniture and started to search through each and every single drawer thoroughly as if she could find gold there.
“Look, Rukia, I’m tired. Let’s get back to bed…”
The smaller woman stopped turned to look at him. “I can’t. I have to find it.”
“Rukia, if you get back here, I promise that I will make it worth it and I will help you to look whatever you lost.” Mentally he cheered when the dark haired shinigami sighed and walked back to him. Sliding into the futon, she settled in his arms placing a small kiss on his lips. “What did you lose anyway?”
“…I don’t know where the handcuffs are.” She finally confessed.
“What?” He groaned and fell back on the bed. “Damn it, I had a lot of trouble to get those without anyone finding out.”
(Huhuhuhu…another weird piece coming from me, someone asked a sequel to “Mistletoe and Folly”…I guess that in away this can be considered one since I’m once again playing with the excess of alcohol, as well as the irony of Byakuya trying to prevent his sister from doing something that she’s already doing with Ichigo, also as to how Byakuya and Retsu got a hold of said handcuffs, well, I leave that to the reader’s imagination.)
Title: An Indulgence of Excess.
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 2021
Theme: 13. Excessive chain
Beta: kurippu
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, I’m only borrowing them for awhile.
For the millionth time (actually it had only been twenty-five times but who was counting?) he asked himself how he’d gotten himself in this situation? A sudden fit of feminine giggles promptly answered his question.
Byakuya was there because Rukia was there. He was there to keep an eye on his little sister because there was no way he was going to allow his sister to be alone in this kind of party. His older-brother-complex for little-sister-protection came up with this equation…
Ichigo + Rukia + Uncontrolled amounts of Sake =?
Something he had rather not think of. The mere idea of his younger sister having her purity tainted by the orange haired shinigami who had defeated him once caused his blood to boil with the barely repressed need to unleash Senbonzakura on him.
But so far Ichigo, who was a tiny bit drunk, hadn’t tried to do anything to Rukia, who was also tipsy herself and very vulnerable to any type of move. His lieutenant might have tried something but the foulmouthed red head seemed to be putting all of his efforts into wooing Kimiko, another thing he didn’t like now that he thought of it.
“You should enjoy the party, Kuchiki-sama.” The gentle voice of the fourth division captain commented besides him. “After all we are celebrating.”
“Hn.” Flexing his arms in front of his chest he gazed at the people gathered there. “Should we be celebrating?”
“I know that the Winter War was… I don’t think I need to say, we all know what it meant to all of us and we all know what we had to do to get the upper hand to win.” A deep sigh escaped the pale rose lips of the healer while her azure eyes also looked about the place “…We’re having this party in order for all of us to alleviate the weight over their shoulders even if it’s for a little while.”
“…Everyone acts so strange when they have a lot of Sake.”
“Ohh…” She actually blinked at that rather random comment from the dignified captain. “Do they?”
All anyone had to do was look about the room to see that it was truth. The members of the eleventh division were acting as usual but there were others that were just too surprising to see. Yamamoto-soutaichou was pretty much dancing with Shunsui about the room while their lieutenants were passed out on the table and Komamura-taichou allowed a non-drunk Yachiru, since she couldn’t have sake, to pet him, that was only the start…
On the other side of the room Soifon had pretty much decided that Ukitake was her new teddy bear and was clinging to him as if her life depended on it. Hitsugaya (who had thought it will be a good idea to give sake to him?) had passed out with his head resting on Matsumoto, who was still drinking, and not too far away Shuhei was boldly flirting with Isane who was giggling like crazy.
“…Well alcohol has that uncanny ability of making people forget their inhibitions.” She said with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Maybe that’s the reason people like it so much.”
“Have you had any?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it.
“Not yet…” Slowly she took a bottle of sake, which were kindly replaced on each table every five minutes even when the bottles were not even empty. “I conclude that you haven’t either since you have been keeping your eyes on Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san, so shall we indulge ourselves a bit?”
He looked at her then at the bottle then at her again. “I don’t see why not.”
The healer smiled slightly at that answer, one that she quite truthfully hadn’t been waiting for. but now that she had been given that rather ambiguous answer, they might as well have at least one drink of sake as they were probably the only ones, besides Yachiru that is, who didn’t have any alcohol in their systems and a little bit wouldn’t do too much damage
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Pain, a sharp pain like a million needles piercing through her head, a pain that clearly screamed hangover. Apparently she had ended up having a little bit too much to drink. With her soul wracking headache she slowly sat up on the futon, feeling her mouth dry and her muscles way to sore for her liking.
At least, she thanked the gods, she had managed to drag herself to her room. Raising her right hand she applied some pressure to the side of her head before moving her fingers in small soothing circles to try to ease the headache. She was going to need a lot of aspirin, why waste spirit pressure when the aspirin could do the trick?
Maybe she should stay in bed all day and sleep off her hangover, like she assumed most of the inhabitants of Gotei 13 would after a party like the one they all had the previous night. At some point or another the gathering had transformed into a full blown insane party from what she could recollect from what had happened the night before. Actually, that going back to bed was quite a tempting idea...
…But she hadn’t expected to return to bed like this.
With a sudden yelp that only worsened the state of her headache, she was tugged sideways to the bed only to fall on top of someone. More specifically a male or so she could conclude due to the rather dry groan that came in response, one that also was a killer on her headache. Both occupants of the room sat quickly yet very composedly on the futon.
“If I may know…” She finally said, finding the comforter of the futon very interesting in those moments, the oddly dark hued comforter. “…what are you doing in my room?”
“I consider that a very fair question, but I’m afraid there are two very important details that I need to point out.” Very carefully the 6th division captain raised his hand to his head and lightly massaged his temple. “First, this is my room; you’re the one invading it. Second, have you realized that you’re naked?”
“What!” She looked down at herself and flushed when she confirmed her state of clothing. “For the love of the Kami!”
The slight exclamation worsened the headache that he was also feeling. Suddenly he was tugged and ended crashing on Unohana. The fourth division captain had been far too distracted fretting to expect that and his crash against her frame had sent them both tumbling back to the bed.
“Would you mind getting off me?”
Instead of answering with words he did it with actions and moved off her as quickly as he could manage. When he was safely off her smaller frame -at least compared to his- she sat with a small frown on her face. The two strange tugging sensations had been too rare. The first tug had happened when he had turned sideways and she had scrambled on top of him and the same thing had happened the second time.
Carefully she flexed her left arm and raised it to her chest level, her eyes widened when she noticed a thin metal bracelet locked on her left wrist with a chain hanging down. Dismayed she followed the silver chain, which was slightly longer than customary, only to see it connected to another bracelet locked on his right wrist, numbly she let her arm fall on her lap.
“…So that explains the tugging.” He said rather mildly.
“Okay, I just need to relax and have a cool head…” She whispered more to herself not really expecting him to hear her.
The fourth division captain kept repeating that mantra in her head over and over again. She had apparently had way too much to drink and she had quite obviously slept with Byakuya but if that was the case, why the chain? Wasn’t that a bit excessive from his part?
A small sigh escaped her lips. “I’m quite surprised to find that you have a kink for S&M…”
“I do not have a kink for S&M.” He muttered with narrowed eyes, thanks to Rukia and some magazines she brought from the human world everyone knew what S&M stood for. “Also, who says that you’re not the one with that certain liking?”
“Well S&M is not really my cup of tea, judging by the description and I can’t fully remember if we actually did that, but it’s not in the things that I like when…”
“We really don’t need to discuss that.” He forcefully interrupted, a bit appalled at what she’d almost said, maybe she was still drunk. “Right now I think it is more important to know just how, exactly, did we end up in this particular situation.”
“We got drunk, so far that’s clear…” She sighed heavily and turned to look at him. “You know what? Forget about that, just how the hell did we ended up chained together?”
He frowned with obvious displeasure. “Whatever makes you think I’ll remember?”
“Maybe after a good rest and some aspirin we will get over our hangovers and remember everything. I mean, a good rest can help.” With a heavy sigh she laid down on the futon and stared at the ceiling of his room. “At least that’s what I hope.”
“Hmm…Are you going to stay here?” Byakuya asked mildly.
“Look, Byakuya, I have a headache, my body is completely sore in places that I didn’t even remembered I had, obviously thanks to you, and I’m chained to you. Therefore, you can conclude that this has not been my best morning and I’m tired. I only want to rest for a little while, whether it is in your room or mine.” Rather said as she slowly turned to look at him, who was still sitting. “After we’re rested, we can go get aspirins and see how we get out of this chain.”
“Has it come to your mind that we will probably call a lot of attention? We are, after all, chained together.”
“…I’m quite aware of that, as well as the fact that getting back in our clothes will be quite difficult, but we will think about that later, when we have clearer minds…”
Closing her eyes she turned to her side and a small breath escaped her mouth when she once again caught him off-guard and he crashed against her back. She sighed when he tried to move away…
“We’ve already slept together, Byakuya, a little cuddling wouldn’t make a difference.” She giggled when he shifted, leaving a respectful distance as much as it could be allowed with a chain, between them. “Suit yourself.”
He glared at her back but quickly stopped, there was no point in glaring if she was ignoring it. Minutes ticked by before they both fell asleep and, had he been awake, Byakuya wouldn’t have taken very well to the fact that he had pretty much pressed against Retsu.
~Meanwhile in another part of the manor~
Rukia moved about her room searching in every crevice, space, and piece of furniture in her room. The orange haired replacement shinigami watched her from the futon as she sat in front of the small oak furniture and started to search through each and every single drawer thoroughly as if she could find gold there.
“Look, Rukia, I’m tired. Let’s get back to bed…”
The smaller woman stopped turned to look at him. “I can’t. I have to find it.”
“Rukia, if you get back here, I promise that I will make it worth it and I will help you to look whatever you lost.” Mentally he cheered when the dark haired shinigami sighed and walked back to him. Sliding into the futon, she settled in his arms placing a small kiss on his lips. “What did you lose anyway?”
“…I don’t know where the handcuffs are.” She finally confessed.
“What?” He groaned and fell back on the bed. “Damn it, I had a lot of trouble to get those without anyone finding out.”
(Huhuhuhu…another weird piece coming from me, someone asked a sequel to “Mistletoe and Folly”…I guess that in away this can be considered one since I’m once again playing with the excess of alcohol, as well as the irony of Byakuya trying to prevent his sister from doing something that she’s already doing with Ichigo, also as to how Byakuya and Retsu got a hold of said handcuffs, well, I leave that to the reader’s imagination.)