Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Seven Minutes in Heaven ( Chapter 43 )

Title: Seven Minutes in Heaven
Characters: Kenpachi, Byakuya
Rating: T
Warning: Slight Language, Yaoi Themes

Words: 940
Description: There were worse ways to spend his time than crammed into a closet with Kuchiki Byakuya.

 

`There were worse ways to spend his time than crammed into a small, semi-dark closet with Kuchiki Byakuya,' Zaraki Kenpachi thought to himself.

 

Every time he shifted position, the princess would give him that prissy sniff and haughty glare that made the eleventh division captain want to bark out laughing but didn't because they were supposed to be hiding and waiting for the perfect moment to make their appearance. Che, Kenpachi didn't get the purpose of the display, but the old man had ordered it, and rather than get annoyed with arguing, he just listened. For once.

Besides, it was kind of fun to annoy the other captain, just for the hell of it.

 

Speaking of which, it was time for another subtle-but-not-really-since-it-was-planned shift of his legs. And there it was, that look again.

 

“Zaraki-taichou,” Byakuya whispered, still managing to sound both imperious and disdainful. “Please refrain from making large movements.”

 

The eleventh division captain grinned widely, displaying his fangs. “Ain't much room, hime,” he grunted, knowing the term would annoy the other man. “Maybe ya should sit in my lap if yer uncomfortable.”

 

Too late, Kenpachi realized what he had said. Not that he would take it back since the wide-eyed, owl look in Kuchiki's eyes was well worth it. Until that look was replaced by a slow, sliding smirk that made Zaraki very, very afraid. The kind of fear he felt when Yachiru was feeling particularly whiny or his fifth-seat got that funny gleam in his eyes.

 

Kuchiki sat up straighter and eyed his unfortunate closet companion. “Is that a proposition, Zaraki-taichou?” he asked.

 

And somehow, when he spoke this time, it was with a purr that may or may not have made Kenpachi tingle in places he shouldn't have ever tingled. Yet, it was said so sweetly that he also thought that maybe Kuchiki had been replaced by an alien. Yeah, definitely going with that explanation.

 

Kenpachi snorted and tried to keep his manly control of the situation. That's right.

 

He was annoying the princess, not the other way around. He was the master here. So he leered at Byakuya, convinced that no one in their right mind could handle being leered at by him, the most fearsome captain in all of Soul Society. Zaraki Kenpachi would show the priss that his bravado was fake.

 

He patted his lap. “Got a space just for ya,” he said, one eye glinting mischievously.

 

Ha! That would show him. Kenpachi was impressed with his own brilliance.

 

Until Kuchiki calmly rose to his feet and brushed off his hakama, as if offended by the invisible dust specking the dark fabric.

 

“Wait! What're ya doin'?”

 

The other captain eyed him. “Taking you up on your offer, of course. I don't want to sit on the floor if there are better options available.”

 

Zaraki was at a loss for words. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

 

Kuchiki drew closer, though there really wasn't that much space to begin with, setting his sights on Kenpachi's empty, relatively dust-free lap. The eleventh division captain was surprised that the prissy noble had the guts to do such a thing. His respect for Byakuya rose one more notch on the meter.

 

“Fine.” Kenpachi grunted.

 

If Kuchiki wasn't afraid, then neither was he.

 

He watched with a wary eye, ignoring the anticipation that was actually thundering inside of him. In that moment, Kenpachi found himself afraid and filling with the unmistakable urge to run - run far, far away before it was too late - overtook him.

 

Byakuya drew near enough that Kenpachi could see the gleam of his grey eyes, and he held his breath... until an annoying, chirping sound broke the hesitant silence. The sixth division captain paused, and they stared at each other for a moment before the noise erupted again, louder and more insistent.

 

The Kuchiki heir made the realization first, and abruptly, he altered his course, suddenly drawing straight. The smirking face was replaced with his usual empty expression as he slipped one hand into his pocket and withdrew the noisy phone that was alerting them to the fact that it was time.

 

Che. They wouldn't let Kenpachi have one. He was damned if he knew why. He couldn't help that they were... delicate.

 

In any case, the eleventh division captain found himself gaping a moment at the sudden change before he hauled himself to his feet, towering over Kuchiki. He took a small measure of pride in that. Nobody one-upped him; that was for sure. Kuchiki-hime couldn't intimidate him. Nope. Not at all.

 

“That is the signal, Zaraki-taichou.”

 

Kenpachi smirked. And pretended very, very hard that a part of him had not looked forward to what had been interrupted.

 

Nope. He wasn't developing an awkward crush on Kuchiki-hime. Not at all.

Girls had crushes. People like the runt in the tenth division had crushes. Kenpachi was not either of the above. Therefore, he did not have a crush. He was just... admiring. Yes, he was admiring the nice curves of Kuchiki Byakuya's ass as they walked out of their hidey-hole.

 

After all, Zaraki Kenpachi was an ass man.

 

But he didn't have a crush.

 

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A/N: Ass man is a reference to a fanfiction I haven't read but my beta has. It's titled Peer Review by Bjorn, and I hope the author doesn't mind that I referenced it.