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“…” Upon shifting his form towards the familiar presence, the stygian haired captain remained still afterwards.
“Is there something you must acquire, Kisuke?”
“Really?” She was a tiny bit surprised. “Guess all that sh-stuff I heard about ya being a hard as-guy, wasn’t true. Ya ain’t half bad. It’d be a shame if yer face froze in that serious expression. How do ya even hold it?” Inching closer Hiyori took a look at what he was working on with a fleeting interest.
“So? You wanna show me the kitchen. I was on my way there before ya caught me, it’s sort of this thing I have. I gotta kitchen fetish. I always go there first, I love them and I judge them, you can understand, right?” Or rather if she just asked him really fast would he say yes just because.
“The kitchen is prohibited to outsiders such as yourself.” He shortly replied. Much to her anticipation, the Kuchiki lord wouldn’t let just any individual enter an extensively sized room which held great importance; filled with many diligent cooks and servants.
“I was trying to find Kuchiki-san! I didn’t mean to enter so rudely.”
“Perhaps she is at the barracks of the thirteenth. Other than here you may search elsewhere.”
His answer soothed her worries. He was okay as always. But as always Rukia wanted to be one hundred percent sure that he was well, if he needed of anything, however, the noblemen knew not to ask favors especially that of his own kin. That was one of the reasons he had servants in the Manor to attend his every personal need. Even if he did ask her or if it was just an order by this man, she would abide because that is what she was thought. To respect. After a second of silence and their equal moment of contacted hues, she responded in an equal serene tone. “I am glad, Nii-sama.” A soft smile peered through her lips.
Today’s events were easeful, and it appeared that the Soul Society was no longer in dismay, in fact, the weather was charming. In a gentle inhale she took in some of the air that smelled like Cherry blossoms that adorned the Mansion at amidst. “It is lovely today.” she whispered softly.
“Yes, it is.” The pallid hued aristocrat gently voiced out whilst shifting his shoulder to the right, meeting her orbs for a brief moment. A calm breeze travelled through the plum blossoms, creating a delicate sound that both could perceive.
He enjoyed silence, yet having his adopted sister stand beside him called for a slightly different approach. She had been working for more hours; diligently and without adjournment. Byakuya was impressed by this, and further contemplated whether bringing the thought aloud would be best. He remembered the past times where in she would visit him and report the activities that were accomplished; although now, this halted for an extensive amount of time. Instead, she was the one implementing orders and taking charge.
“Do you have enough time in your hands for tea?” Instead of simply stating an imperative sentence, he respectfully asked for her availability. Rukia was no longer an inexperienced shinigami; she was capable of making her own decisions, and if she had other matters to attend to, he would respect this.
“I got the ability I just don’t like to do it. Everyone’s so worried about how everyone else talks, who gives a crap though. In the grand scheme of your life, I won’t matter, probably not a day from now, or even an hour, you’ll forget all about me and how I stormed into your house without an invitation..” There she censored herself, just for this guy. “That being said, I’d like to stay a little while longer…. Please”