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21 April 2008 @ 10:15 pm
Here goes nothing...almost literally  
The baby had his monthly doctor's appointment today.  The little Buddha weighs 15 pounds!  I birthed a mutant.

So here is the first trial drabble.  Its a random Byakyua/ Renji story that goes nowhere and ends abruptly when my brain crapped out.  I apologize, it was kinda a good spot too.  I suppose there is the possibility of taking these random bits and polishing them into something halfway decent.  I guess we'll see.  But hey, I wrote something...

--Begin randomness now--



“That stick-in-the-mud, Kuchiki!”

 

“How can he walk with that rod shoved so far up his ass?”

 

“I can’t believe he’s making such a big deal out of this.  We were just having a little fun.”

 

Byakua Kuchiki, twenty-eighth head of the noble Kuchiki clan, captain of the sixth squad, and resident stick-in-the-mud stood just outside the doorway of the dojo listening.  It wasn’t the first time he’d been called names such as this and it probably wouldn’t be the last.  If his squad was going to disobey the rules, then they could suffer the consequences.

 

“Come on guys, let’s get this cleaned up.”

 

That was Renji, his fukitaicho, who surprisingly didn’t sound as annoyed as the lower seats.  In fact, he didn’t sound annoyed at all, but more resigned to accept his fate.  For some reason this struck Byakuya as peculiar.  He almost expected Renji to not only take part in the bashing, but to be its ringleader.  Rules and Renji didn’t often go hand-in-hand. 

 

“We weren’t doing anything bad.  He never lets us have any fun,” another voice whined followed by a chorus of voices all agreeing with the speaker.

 

“We were breaking the rules, ya know,” Renji countered softly.  “Taicho made it very clear that the dojo was to only be used for practice and meditation.”

 

“We were just celebrating our success, he didn’t have to be such a prick about—“

 

“Watch your tongue!”  Renji’s voice was a low growl.  “I will not allow you to speak about taicho with such disrespect.  Now get to work!”

 

Now that took Byakuya by complete surprise.  While he never doubted the other man’s dedication, to actually hear it verbalized was something else.  He pondered this the entire walk back to his office.  Two hours later, he was still pondering it as he stared, unseeing, at the same report that had been in front of him since he first sat down. 

 

Pushing the papers away from him, he sat back in his chair.  Perhaps he had been a little too hard on his squad.  They were only celebrating the success of their recent training mission.  The new recruits had preformed exceptionally—which was no real surprise, nothing less would be accepted.  Letting off a little steam now and again was not only healthy, but good for morale.  He just didn’t see the need to do it in the squad dojo. 

 

Byakuya rose gracefully from his seat and walked back to the dojo.  There were meetings he needed to attend tomorrow.  There was no reason that the scrubbing of the dojo from top to bottom couldn’t wait until then.  He would tell this to Renji who would then deliver the message to the rest of the squad because Byakuya Kuchiki was most definitely not giving his squad the night off because he felt a little bad.  Absolutely not.  He was simply distributing the workload for tomorrow. 

 

He stopped just outside the entrance when he noticed the distinct lack of noise coming from inside.  Footfalls on the other side of the building drew his eyes over to where Renji—a shock of bright red against an otherwise drab backdrop-- was heading from the back of the dojo in the direction of the squad room to most likely change clothes.

 

Byakuya would follow momentarily.  He first stepped into the dojo only to find it in immaculate condition.  Where was the rest of the squad?  Did Renji do this all by himself?  Once again, he was caught off guard--a position he didn’t care to be in—by his fukitaicho.  Brash, vulgar, the complete polar opposite of every ideal he upheld, he had Renji pegged the first time he laid eyes on him.  So, why, of all days, did he mange to be surprised not once, but twice?

 

He pushed open the door to the changing area a little more forceful than he intended, startling the room’s only occupant just as he was removing his loincloth.

 

“Taicho!” Renji shrieked as he dove for something to cover himself with.

 

It was too late.  Byakuya had seen enough to know that Renji was a natural redhead.  Not that he had ever given it any thought, but it was hard to miss when those jagged black tattoos across his stomach acted like a neon sign screaming, Here!  Look here! 

 
 
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Fran: Firo (Baccano!)franwi on April 23rd, 2008 12:56 am (UTC)
Hehehe, that made me smile and giggle even if it did end too soon! ;) And yes, I imagine the eyes would be drawn there, huh? LOL.

Is 15 lbs. big for his age? I had a cat that weight 23 pounds when we got her, so I can't imagine 15 is heavy for a baby, but I've no clue.
evilkat_meowevilkat_meow on April 23rd, 2008 02:51 am (UTC)
I know *my* eyes would be drawn there. ^__^

At 3 months, yeah 15 pounds is big. He's already passed his cousin who is 6 weeks older than he is. I once had a cat who weighed 28 pounds in his prime. He's wasn't obscenely fat, he was just a big cat with huge paws. lol
rookafrk on April 25th, 2008 07:51 pm (UTC)
hehe the "real redhead" comment made me giggle.
A lot XD