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Title: Shady Mistakes
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Renji
Rating: PG13?
Warnings: It's rated simply for safety. Nothing serious, just some gropes and a kiss, but nothing huge.
Author Notes: THIS WAS REALLY HARD! The first version I had was good, but I thought I could redo it and make it better. Then I tried... and I failed. Completely. This is WAY overdue and TOTALLY not what Lyn asked for, but I hope she likes it anyway. xD I was even tempted to turn it into some really badly written smut if it would make it up to her for this being like FOUR months late. Anyway, I've worked all weekend and after fifty rewrites, I've finally decided on this. I HAVEN'T LOOKED IT OVER. It's probably REALLy bad with tons of misspellings and grammatical errors, but I'm afraid if I look it over, I'll scrap it again. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't hate me, Lyn? I wanted to make it perfect and I know I failed...
Summary: Sometimes, making mistakes doesn't leave room for learning.
Disclaimer: I do not own the icon or the series, obviously.
Dedication: This is a V-DAY gift for Lyn. Please forgive it's lateness and I hope it was at least worth a fraction of the wait. (God, it's nine thirty am right now... I haven't even been to bed. xD I'm fucking up more words.)
The empty halls were the only thing keeping him from running and hiding in shame. He wasn't one to hide from his problems, and he certainly didn't expect it to just disappear because he wanted it to, but the vague memories that came back as sweet, sweet nightmares did not make meeting his captain in the halls a very good one.
Byakuya had been the one to stop first, but the moment Renji heard the steps echoing in the halls stop, while his kept going, he'd been pulled out of his daze and forced to come to the reality that he wasn't the only one within the sixth division this late at night. Avoiding work all day, only to come in, hopefully, after everyone had left, was the plan from the start. He should have known Captain Kuchiki would not be so ready to leave.
"Captain--" He could at least try to explain himself, right? "About the other night..."
The busy world of the living bar, the loud voices in the back and the intoxicating fragrances of the different alcohols that came from the various opened bottle behind the bar was even more intoxicating than the last few drops of this scotch he'd been given to try.
On missions, it wasn't customary or recommended for Shinigami to go and lose themselves in the throes of human society, but Renji had found it a lot better than admitting folly against a Hollow, getting beaten for underestimating his opponent and being saved, yet again.
He wasn't even sure why he bothered to come this way. Maybe he was looking for someone who wouldn't stare down upon him with a look of disappointment. Maybe human women were a bit more understanding. Maybe he just wanted to relieve fifty years of pent up tension on someone he didn't know, someone who didn't have any attachments to him. He just didn't know what he wanted.
Looking around, there were plenty of pretty girls. There were pretty girls back home too, though. Pretty, though, just wasn't enough. Renji wanted pure stunning. Matsumoto, Rukia, Hinamori... they were pretty, gorgeous, even, but big-breasts and cute faces just weren't enough to excite him.
He wanted someone who would push him away, someone he couldn't just grab and have. He wanted someone that no one else could have and so far out of his league that it'd surprise everyone that he managed to wrap his fingers around them. Renji wanted the one thing he'd spent these past fifty years trying to overcome and the most humiliating thing was, he couldn't even bring himself to even greet him as anything other than his captain and rival.
"Renji, you've had enough."
Humans who could have been here did not have his name. He scowled, turning his head slightly. Stunning, strong jaw, steely eyes... Renji's scowl disappeared as quickly as it came, lips curling into a satisfied little smirk. "Care to join me, pretty lady?"
He noticed the slightest hints of a twitch, but paid it no mind. Emotional detachment... this one wouldn't be easy and if there was anything Renji liked more than winning, it was a damn good challenge.
He slammed the glass down to get the attention of the bartender, ignoring the previous warning from his new friend, who was very familiar, by the way. It wasn't anyone's business but his own, and Renji would know if he'd had too much. He drank with Ikkaku, Kenpachi and Iba all the time. There was no way that this human shit could be any worse than Iba's own special brew.
"Renji..." came the warning from that smooth, deep voice that he knew he knew but just refused to accept as anyone but a mysterious stranger. If he allowed it to be anyone else, the fantasy of escaping the world he knew for just this moment would be shattered and he'd have to go back and admit he just wasn't good enough.
"Have one yourself. It's pretty good, considering," he offered, waving his hand to the tender help his new 'lady' friend.And 'she' sat beside him without another word, accepting the glass between 'her'... not masculine, but certainly not feminine either, hands. 'She' certainly did have pretty hands...
On pure instinct, he reached out with a silly grin, sliding his calloused hand, covered in a make-shift bandage, over 'hers'. "What brings you to a place like this?" He asked, pretending as if it was a common occurrence from some strange woman to sit next to him. His stomach flipped anxiously, mind relaying more and more information the longer he sat without a drop of alcohol touching his tongue.
'She' didn't recoil, but he could feel a hard stare. Just like what he'd expect from someone like that... not even bothering to answer his questions, as if they were not only a waste of time, but pointless to ask. "You ran away," 'she' replied after a moment.
"Ran away, did I?" He snorted into the glass just placed in front of him, smelling much different than the last. He couldn't place any of the ingredients, but as his mind slowly started to kick back in, against his will, he swallowed the burning liquid without hesitation.
The hand he'd been stroking lazily pulled away, his new friend taking a serious glance at her drink before diving into it like a seasoned pro. Impressive... "Your duty, Renji, is to fight."
Renji slammed the glass down again, this time to silence his companion. Fight, yeah, right, he knew that. He wasn't trying to avoid that. He had become a Shinigami for a reason, dammit! That was the purpose to it all! To protect Rukia... to make things better for others in Rukongai who wanted to aspire to something... he'd done it all for everyone else! He didn't want to worry about all the responsibilities of a Lieutenant. Nope, tonight was about finding a pretty girl who didn't know him, even if they just sat over a glass of... whatever this was and had a nice chat.
"Since you know my name, how 'bout you tell me yours?" He lifted his gaze to fully look at 'her', piercing eyes away from him, fine, black hair, falling free, dressed so stiffly that he could have sworn that his fantasy shattered for a moment and he was sitting, as an equal, with someone he really shouldn't have.
Instead, the red-head leaned over, going straight for the firm thigh within reach. That certainly got 'her' attention, didn't it?
"You've had enough," 'she' repeated, pulling away from 'her' stout glass and prying his hand off.
"You keep sayin' that but I don't get it." He didn't bother to put up a fight when 'she' moved his hand, only going back when it seemed clear 'she' had very little intention on staying cautious and guarded the whole time. "You're real pretty, you know..."
"Your insubordination has been allowed thus far without retribution because I've been feeling generous today. It won't stay that way if you keep persisting."
What fun was that? Renji had a pretty girl within his grasp, why was he just going to let go? He leaned over on his stool, grabbing her hands and taking hold of that trouser-clad thigh that was so very nice to squeeze. He was sorely tempted to grope elsewhere, but even he had a bit of respect. "You do a really good impression."
Her gaze on his, lit with slight surprise, but filled with authority and displeasure, just like he always remembered in him...
But Renji didn't care about the similarities or the logic his brain wanted and screamed at him to grasp at. "I'll call you Byakuya. Is that all right? It's a very good name, you know."
Again, he was certain the mention of how much he had to drink would be mentioned, but her lips only pursed, her gaze drifted away, and she seemed to promise this 'retribution' of hers later. Later he could deal with. Fine. He had hell coming when he got back home anyway.
Fiery red locks that had slipped from their hold behind his head fell in his face as he leaned much too far over, planting his face against the oddly flat, muscular chest. The overload forced all inhibitions to shut down. As much as his fantasy world meant to him, he couldn't deny what common sense had been screaming at him since he'd began. He didn't need 'her' anymore. He only needed this time before he disappeared back into Soul Society, where he'd pay for it all like the man he was.
He purred, inhaling that intoxicating scent that seemed so unique to his captain, releasing the hands constantly trying to pry him off and slid it up, over the silky lapel, and around the black tie that looked perfect no matter which way he tugged on it.
"Captain's awfully willing..." He smirked, dipping his hand beneath the suit jacket, over the light material of the white, button-up he was wearing beneath it. "We should go somewhere... private."
For the first time in his entire life, he'd heard an almost exasperated sigh come from between those almost irresistable lips. "You're an idiot."
Renji sat up quickly, not sure whether to laugh or stomp off in a huff, but the spinning room, the odd sensation in his stomach and the bitter taste of bile on the back of his tongue were all tell-tale signs and the only place to let it go? The black lap beside him.
The lieutenant hesitated a moment longer. The story, more of less, was complete there. He'd woken up at the Urahara shop, alone, with no clue as to how he got there. After spending his hangover thinking it all over, thoroughly, might he add, he'd pieced together his humiliating defeat at the hands of a Hollow, the little girl whose soul had nearly been ripped apart and devoured and the blood against the white haori that all led him to that lousy bar and vomiting in his captain's lap...
"I'm really sorry!" He bowed, ignoring the head rush and the intensity of his voice, screaming his apology to whoever was still in or around the headquarters of sixth division.
He didn't move for what felt like eternity. Finally, and slowly, he looked up, trying to guage what his punishment would be from the look in his captain's eyes. He straightened to his full height, shifting awkwardly when it was clear he wasn't even being paid attention to. Now he'd poured his heart into that damn apology... the least the nobleman could do was listen to it.
"Captain--"
"It's pretty tonight."
He blinked rapidly. "W-what, sir...?"
"The moon." Those steely eyes, full of reserve, turned on him briefly. "The full moon is a sight to see."
Renji turned, looking over towards the dark sky and the glowing bright moon. The legend of the monkey and the moon... he was constantly reminded of that story. Always trying to grasp at the moon, the poor monkey would jump and reach for it, but in the end, he just couldn't have what he wanted. Captain Kuchiki had been right when comparing them that way. He would be that monkey, searching for a way to reach the heavenly body so far above him and, in the end, it'd probably be the death of him.
Soft little footsteps, usually so silent, pulled his reverie from the object that seemed so much closer than the man right then. Deep gray eyes, so cold and distant, still hadn't changed, but he didn't think they would. After that humiliating display, he deserved whatever it was that he was given. His captain didn't have to put up with his ineptitudes. He'd already caused him so much trouble.
"Your wound, sir... how is it?" He asked, changing the subject, pretending the man wasn't coming closer. He didn't want to think about the world of pain he'd be in for letting his recklessness get in the way.
"There was no wound, Renji," he answered, stopping just a few small inches away.
"But, yes, I--"
A reprimand flashed in his eyes. "There was nothing," he repeated.
Renji clamped his mouth shut. Don't argue, especially with the guy who could tear you to pieces with a simple shikai command. First rule of being under Byakuya Kuchiki. When there was a shift forward, one of Byakuya's hands resting on the hilt of Senbonzakura, the Rukongai rat closed his eyes and waited for the blow to come.
A blow certainly did strike him, but nothing he expected. A light warmth hovering over his cheek, hesitant, almost, and then the feel of a butterfly's wing against his lips, warm and inviting, stole away his senses and he grasped at the haori that he knew was there from his memory sketches, just to invite this fantasy just a little closer. A little closer and he'd gladly die by that blade's hand for the indiscretions he'd committed.
Hesitant lips pressed closer, just enough to make him crave more and more, but it was not to be. Just as he was ready to force his head to make his body respond, it was gone and for a split second, he could see the weariness and concern and the weight that he was always so oblivious to.
As if he noticed it, Byakuya hid it again and straightened, stepping around his lieutenant. "Your work is finished. You can go."
Going home sounded nice. It really did, but he couldn't make his legs move, even to chase after him and demand an explanation that he was due. Was this his punishment? For having lewd thoughts about him? Like the moon shining brightly with its light, was he just teasing him, the monkey, with a fraction of what he could have and proving he was out of reach?
Either way... maybe Renji would puke in his superior's lap again. It seemed to get a favorable reaction out of Byakuya...
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Renji
Rating: PG13?
Warnings: It's rated simply for safety. Nothing serious, just some gropes and a kiss, but nothing huge.
Author Notes: THIS WAS REALLY HARD! The first version I had was good, but I thought I could redo it and make it better. Then I tried... and I failed. Completely. This is WAY overdue and TOTALLY not what Lyn asked for, but I hope she likes it anyway. xD I was even tempted to turn it into some really badly written smut if it would make it up to her for this being like FOUR months late. Anyway, I've worked all weekend and after fifty rewrites, I've finally decided on this. I HAVEN'T LOOKED IT OVER. It's probably REALLy bad with tons of misspellings and grammatical errors, but I'm afraid if I look it over, I'll scrap it again. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't hate me, Lyn? I wanted to make it perfect and I know I failed...
Summary: Sometimes, making mistakes doesn't leave room for learning.
Disclaimer: I do not own the icon or the series, obviously.
Dedication: This is a V-DAY gift for Lyn. Please forgive it's lateness and I hope it was at least worth a fraction of the wait. (God, it's nine thirty am right now... I haven't even been to bed. xD I'm fucking up more words.)
The empty halls were the only thing keeping him from running and hiding in shame. He wasn't one to hide from his problems, and he certainly didn't expect it to just disappear because he wanted it to, but the vague memories that came back as sweet, sweet nightmares did not make meeting his captain in the halls a very good one.
Byakuya had been the one to stop first, but the moment Renji heard the steps echoing in the halls stop, while his kept going, he'd been pulled out of his daze and forced to come to the reality that he wasn't the only one within the sixth division this late at night. Avoiding work all day, only to come in, hopefully, after everyone had left, was the plan from the start. He should have known Captain Kuchiki would not be so ready to leave.
"Captain--" He could at least try to explain himself, right? "About the other night..."
The busy world of the living bar, the loud voices in the back and the intoxicating fragrances of the different alcohols that came from the various opened bottle behind the bar was even more intoxicating than the last few drops of this scotch he'd been given to try.
On missions, it wasn't customary or recommended for Shinigami to go and lose themselves in the throes of human society, but Renji had found it a lot better than admitting folly against a Hollow, getting beaten for underestimating his opponent and being saved, yet again.
He wasn't even sure why he bothered to come this way. Maybe he was looking for someone who wouldn't stare down upon him with a look of disappointment. Maybe human women were a bit more understanding. Maybe he just wanted to relieve fifty years of pent up tension on someone he didn't know, someone who didn't have any attachments to him. He just didn't know what he wanted.
Looking around, there were plenty of pretty girls. There were pretty girls back home too, though. Pretty, though, just wasn't enough. Renji wanted pure stunning. Matsumoto, Rukia, Hinamori... they were pretty, gorgeous, even, but big-breasts and cute faces just weren't enough to excite him.
He wanted someone who would push him away, someone he couldn't just grab and have. He wanted someone that no one else could have and so far out of his league that it'd surprise everyone that he managed to wrap his fingers around them. Renji wanted the one thing he'd spent these past fifty years trying to overcome and the most humiliating thing was, he couldn't even bring himself to even greet him as anything other than his captain and rival.
"Renji, you've had enough."
Humans who could have been here did not have his name. He scowled, turning his head slightly. Stunning, strong jaw, steely eyes... Renji's scowl disappeared as quickly as it came, lips curling into a satisfied little smirk. "Care to join me, pretty lady?"
He noticed the slightest hints of a twitch, but paid it no mind. Emotional detachment... this one wouldn't be easy and if there was anything Renji liked more than winning, it was a damn good challenge.
He slammed the glass down to get the attention of the bartender, ignoring the previous warning from his new friend, who was very familiar, by the way. It wasn't anyone's business but his own, and Renji would know if he'd had too much. He drank with Ikkaku, Kenpachi and Iba all the time. There was no way that this human shit could be any worse than Iba's own special brew.
"Renji..." came the warning from that smooth, deep voice that he knew he knew but just refused to accept as anyone but a mysterious stranger. If he allowed it to be anyone else, the fantasy of escaping the world he knew for just this moment would be shattered and he'd have to go back and admit he just wasn't good enough.
"Have one yourself. It's pretty good, considering," he offered, waving his hand to the tender help his new 'lady' friend.And 'she' sat beside him without another word, accepting the glass between 'her'... not masculine, but certainly not feminine either, hands. 'She' certainly did have pretty hands...
On pure instinct, he reached out with a silly grin, sliding his calloused hand, covered in a make-shift bandage, over 'hers'. "What brings you to a place like this?" He asked, pretending as if it was a common occurrence from some strange woman to sit next to him. His stomach flipped anxiously, mind relaying more and more information the longer he sat without a drop of alcohol touching his tongue.
'She' didn't recoil, but he could feel a hard stare. Just like what he'd expect from someone like that... not even bothering to answer his questions, as if they were not only a waste of time, but pointless to ask. "You ran away," 'she' replied after a moment.
"Ran away, did I?" He snorted into the glass just placed in front of him, smelling much different than the last. He couldn't place any of the ingredients, but as his mind slowly started to kick back in, against his will, he swallowed the burning liquid without hesitation.
The hand he'd been stroking lazily pulled away, his new friend taking a serious glance at her drink before diving into it like a seasoned pro. Impressive... "Your duty, Renji, is to fight."
Renji slammed the glass down again, this time to silence his companion. Fight, yeah, right, he knew that. He wasn't trying to avoid that. He had become a Shinigami for a reason, dammit! That was the purpose to it all! To protect Rukia... to make things better for others in Rukongai who wanted to aspire to something... he'd done it all for everyone else! He didn't want to worry about all the responsibilities of a Lieutenant. Nope, tonight was about finding a pretty girl who didn't know him, even if they just sat over a glass of... whatever this was and had a nice chat.
"Since you know my name, how 'bout you tell me yours?" He lifted his gaze to fully look at 'her', piercing eyes away from him, fine, black hair, falling free, dressed so stiffly that he could have sworn that his fantasy shattered for a moment and he was sitting, as an equal, with someone he really shouldn't have.
Instead, the red-head leaned over, going straight for the firm thigh within reach. That certainly got 'her' attention, didn't it?
"You've had enough," 'she' repeated, pulling away from 'her' stout glass and prying his hand off.
"You keep sayin' that but I don't get it." He didn't bother to put up a fight when 'she' moved his hand, only going back when it seemed clear 'she' had very little intention on staying cautious and guarded the whole time. "You're real pretty, you know..."
"Your insubordination has been allowed thus far without retribution because I've been feeling generous today. It won't stay that way if you keep persisting."
What fun was that? Renji had a pretty girl within his grasp, why was he just going to let go? He leaned over on his stool, grabbing her hands and taking hold of that trouser-clad thigh that was so very nice to squeeze. He was sorely tempted to grope elsewhere, but even he had a bit of respect. "You do a really good impression."
Her gaze on his, lit with slight surprise, but filled with authority and displeasure, just like he always remembered in him...
But Renji didn't care about the similarities or the logic his brain wanted and screamed at him to grasp at. "I'll call you Byakuya. Is that all right? It's a very good name, you know."
Again, he was certain the mention of how much he had to drink would be mentioned, but her lips only pursed, her gaze drifted away, and she seemed to promise this 'retribution' of hers later. Later he could deal with. Fine. He had hell coming when he got back home anyway.
Fiery red locks that had slipped from their hold behind his head fell in his face as he leaned much too far over, planting his face against the oddly flat, muscular chest. The overload forced all inhibitions to shut down. As much as his fantasy world meant to him, he couldn't deny what common sense had been screaming at him since he'd began. He didn't need 'her' anymore. He only needed this time before he disappeared back into Soul Society, where he'd pay for it all like the man he was.
He purred, inhaling that intoxicating scent that seemed so unique to his captain, releasing the hands constantly trying to pry him off and slid it up, over the silky lapel, and around the black tie that looked perfect no matter which way he tugged on it.
"Captain's awfully willing..." He smirked, dipping his hand beneath the suit jacket, over the light material of the white, button-up he was wearing beneath it. "We should go somewhere... private."
For the first time in his entire life, he'd heard an almost exasperated sigh come from between those almost irresistable lips. "You're an idiot."
Renji sat up quickly, not sure whether to laugh or stomp off in a huff, but the spinning room, the odd sensation in his stomach and the bitter taste of bile on the back of his tongue were all tell-tale signs and the only place to let it go? The black lap beside him.
The lieutenant hesitated a moment longer. The story, more of less, was complete there. He'd woken up at the Urahara shop, alone, with no clue as to how he got there. After spending his hangover thinking it all over, thoroughly, might he add, he'd pieced together his humiliating defeat at the hands of a Hollow, the little girl whose soul had nearly been ripped apart and devoured and the blood against the white haori that all led him to that lousy bar and vomiting in his captain's lap...
"I'm really sorry!" He bowed, ignoring the head rush and the intensity of his voice, screaming his apology to whoever was still in or around the headquarters of sixth division.
He didn't move for what felt like eternity. Finally, and slowly, he looked up, trying to guage what his punishment would be from the look in his captain's eyes. He straightened to his full height, shifting awkwardly when it was clear he wasn't even being paid attention to. Now he'd poured his heart into that damn apology... the least the nobleman could do was listen to it.
"Captain--"
"It's pretty tonight."
He blinked rapidly. "W-what, sir...?"
"The moon." Those steely eyes, full of reserve, turned on him briefly. "The full moon is a sight to see."
Renji turned, looking over towards the dark sky and the glowing bright moon. The legend of the monkey and the moon... he was constantly reminded of that story. Always trying to grasp at the moon, the poor monkey would jump and reach for it, but in the end, he just couldn't have what he wanted. Captain Kuchiki had been right when comparing them that way. He would be that monkey, searching for a way to reach the heavenly body so far above him and, in the end, it'd probably be the death of him.
Soft little footsteps, usually so silent, pulled his reverie from the object that seemed so much closer than the man right then. Deep gray eyes, so cold and distant, still hadn't changed, but he didn't think they would. After that humiliating display, he deserved whatever it was that he was given. His captain didn't have to put up with his ineptitudes. He'd already caused him so much trouble.
"Your wound, sir... how is it?" He asked, changing the subject, pretending the man wasn't coming closer. He didn't want to think about the world of pain he'd be in for letting his recklessness get in the way.
"There was no wound, Renji," he answered, stopping just a few small inches away.
"But, yes, I--"
A reprimand flashed in his eyes. "There was nothing," he repeated.
Renji clamped his mouth shut. Don't argue, especially with the guy who could tear you to pieces with a simple shikai command. First rule of being under Byakuya Kuchiki. When there was a shift forward, one of Byakuya's hands resting on the hilt of Senbonzakura, the Rukongai rat closed his eyes and waited for the blow to come.
A blow certainly did strike him, but nothing he expected. A light warmth hovering over his cheek, hesitant, almost, and then the feel of a butterfly's wing against his lips, warm and inviting, stole away his senses and he grasped at the haori that he knew was there from his memory sketches, just to invite this fantasy just a little closer. A little closer and he'd gladly die by that blade's hand for the indiscretions he'd committed.
Hesitant lips pressed closer, just enough to make him crave more and more, but it was not to be. Just as he was ready to force his head to make his body respond, it was gone and for a split second, he could see the weariness and concern and the weight that he was always so oblivious to.
As if he noticed it, Byakuya hid it again and straightened, stepping around his lieutenant. "Your work is finished. You can go."
Going home sounded nice. It really did, but he couldn't make his legs move, even to chase after him and demand an explanation that he was due. Was this his punishment? For having lewd thoughts about him? Like the moon shining brightly with its light, was he just teasing him, the monkey, with a fraction of what he could have and proving he was out of reach?
Either way... maybe Renji would puke in his superior's lap again. It seemed to get a favorable reaction out of Byakuya...