CHAPTER TWO
Late! Late! Late! Rukia called to herself as she hurriedly brushed her hair. She tossed the brush onto her bed and rushed out the door down to breakfast. As she approached the dining hall she slowed down and caught her breath. When she walked in she immediately saw Byakuya already at the table. When the word Onii-sama popped into her head unannounced, she felt her heart jump again and her eyes dropped to the floor as she took her seat.
Good morning Rukia, Byakuya greeted, Sleep well? he inquired. Katsuro sent her a venomous glare.
Yes, Nii-sama, she replied quietly, sm
A/N: Major spoils for the Soul Society story arc and mild spoilers for the current manga arc. Just thought Id warn ya.
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Kuchiki Byakuya had liked to think that he had been the best brother that he could. When the Kuchiki house had accepted her into the family, Byakuya had promised himself that he would protect her and love her like he had not been able to love Hisana. He had not done either of those, though. And when the time had come for her to be placed into one of the thirteen divisions, he had had half a mind to have her placed in his sixth. But the other half of his mind had told him that she woul
Renji? The sound of bare feet padding against the dirt of the alley floor approaches behind him. Its Daisuke, whose name is funny because hes the smallest of the four boys.
Hm? He doesnt bother looking behind him, his attention still focused on the apple seller, a stingy man with stringy hair. He has been the victim of this mangy little pack one too many times; his eyes never stray from his wares, and the cucumber seller seems to have joined in the act.
I think theres something wrong with the girl, Daisuke says. Theres a little quaver to his voice, but there often is. Daisuke