Byakuya. What could I say about him? He was exactly what you would call a gentleman, always polite, a man of few words. But he was... cold. I didn't know why, but he acted like it.
"What's up with your brother?" I asked as I walked with Rukia.
"Is there something wrong with him?" Rukia asked back. Ugh...I hate when people answer your questions with another question.
"I don't know... he seems alone... and sad sometimes."
"Have you been observing him or something?" Answering with another question again.
"Could you just answer the question!?" I asked annoyed now.
"Okay, Ichigo..." Rukia motioned for me to calm down. "I guess he is a little. He lost Hisana, his wife a couple of years ago to a sickness no one could identify. Or so I've heard."
"So you've heard?"
"Byakuya doesn't like to talk about it. And I was brought into the family a year after she died. I lived with Renji before that."
"Okay..." I said, I learned more than I ever wanted to know.
"Sorry, I said too much."
"No, I was stupid to ask."
We walked in silence for a while.
When I reached her house, Rukia stopped.
"Get back here!" Rukia whispered loudly as she pulled my sleeve harshly and got me behind a wall, her body pressing against mine.
"Rukia...?" It seemed that I was the only one who noticed how awkward the situation actually was. She was too absorbed in the thing at her house.
I craned my neck to see what it was.
"Byakuya...?" I whispered.
"He can't see you with me!" Rukia replied.
"Why? Does he think I'm going to take advantage of you?" I asked.
"He thinks every guy is going to take advantage of me." She replied back, leaning on me.
"Well I've lived with him for a while and there was no problems so Byakuya trusts him." Rukia said as she waited for him to leave.
"Rukia..." I finally said. "You don't have to be laying on top of me like that."
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" Rukia jerked back, her face red.
"Indeed, you are right." Byakuya said.
We both stood still. I nearly had a heart attack, hearing Byakuya's voice, but Rukia seemed to be having something far worse.
"Byakuya nii-san." Rukia managed.
"Who is he?" He said it like a disapproving noble would if they caught their daughter with a peasant. Although that was what was pretty much happening.
"I'm Ichigo." I intervened before Rukia could say a word.
"Ichigo!" She whispered loudly, glaring furiously at me.
"Why are you with my little sister?" Byakuya asked, ignoring Rukia. His eyes were ice cold, but his expression was blank.
"I walk her home now." I replied bluntly.
"Ichigo!" Rukia hissed between gritted teeth.
"You didn't mention this..." Byakuya glanced over at Rukia again.
"I-I'm sorry!" Rukia quickly bowed down.
"Then what happened to Renji walking you?"
"He moved and his house is in a completely different direction, so since Ichigo's house is closer, we decided to let him walk me."
'Wait a second, my house isn't that close! You're making me walk double!' I thought, but this time I kept my mouth shut.
"I still don't see why you couldn't tell me." Byakuya said with a hint of disappointment which seemed to hurt Rukia a lot.
"I'm sorry. I just knew you wouldn't approve."
"Of course I wouldn't. How can I trust him?"
'Everyone at school isn't Keigo, dude.' I thought to myself as I stood there. 'Or Chizuru for that matter.'
"Well, for one thing he's gotten me back home safely so far."
"How do you know that he's not tricking you so that when you fully trust him, he will attack you?"
"Would you guys stop acting like I'm not here?" I finally shouted, annoyed at Byakuya for talking like I was some nasty pervert.
They stared at me, just remembering that I was here.
"... Anyway" He grabbed Rukia's wrist. "Tomorrow I better not see him." He turned around and took Rukia with him back to their mansion.
Rukia gave me one last glance. It was apologetic (expected), annoyed (expected), and longing (NOT expected).
I felt a tingle run down my spine. I just coughed up a barely audible, "Bye Rukia." And left.
When I got home, I dodged the usual attack from Dad and escaped to my room. In the distance I could hear my Dad discussing my strange behavior to Yuzu and Karin, but for once, I didn't care.
I had homework. NOW, I remember. I got up unwillingly and dragged myself over to my desk and tried to concentrate. But everything seemed to remind me of her.
She had told me WAY too much about her life, that was for sure.
Whenever I saw 4 on the paper, I remember how she told me that some buildings in japan skip the number 4 because it's bad luck. (4 equals death or something.)
Today's biology homework's example had to do with rabbits, Rukia's favorite animal.
And not to mention, the KUCHIKI family mark is on every frickin' thing from textbooks to notebooks to even some of my pencils!
She had become an inevitable part of my life and I hadn't even fought it. I put my face to my palm. I wasn't mad, just annoyed.
I finished each assignment in twice the time it should've took and barely got any sleep.
I really hated Byakuya Kuchiki.
And God, please make me sick so I don't have to go to school tomorrow.
"Did you have to go to school?" Orihime asked.
"Duh. If I don't want to go, there's no way I'd get sick." Ichigo replied.
"Do you still see Kuchiki on everything?"
"No, I make a point not to... but it had the opposite effect."
"Now every time I see a different company, Kuchiki's in my mind again."
"Oh." Orihime paused. "You know, Byakuya sounds like a misunderstood man."
"That he was." Ichigo agreed.
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It's probably because unlike Hitsumatsu, Ichiruki is DEAD popular.
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