"You may come in now," Byakuya calmly ordered, sitting at the main table in his Household. The rice paper doorway carefully slid open on the far side of the room, bare feet shuffling across the floor.
"Are you ready for me to serve you tea, Master?" a woman's voice asked, holding a tray in hand.
The man nodded in reply, the girl kneeling to complete the request. Her smile was pleasant, actions elegant, hair pulled back into a formal bun, and French maid outfit neatly pressed. However, on the inside she was seething with irritation and rage at the whole situation. The kind look on her face was completely forced, and the woman was wishing that a zanpakuto would come falling from the sky and impale the Kuchiki.
"Here you are, Master."
"Thank you," he nodded, sipping the tea.
She sat in place, not saying a word while watching the Captain enjoy his drink. The woman also wished he'd hurry up and finish so she could leave. Maybe poisoning the liquid would've been more effective? Setting the cup on the table, another was poured. "Will there be anything else, Master?"
"Yes, there is. All of the rooms in the house need to have their bed sheets washed and replaced. Dust has been collecting as well."
The 'maid' stood and bowed, making her way for the door. Chores. He was absolutely serious about all of this. The whole staff had been given the week off, and Mari was to take their place. Just looking around the massive Household a little part of her died on the inside, wondering if she'd make it. Honestly, this punishment was harassment. And what she did wasn't bad enough to deserve this. Okay, maybe skipping out on paperwork duties and stealing the Captain's uniform while he lounged in the hot springs wasn't the smartest idea, but in Mari's defense it had been Rangiku's fault for spiking drinks left and right, leading the woman to get drunk and not have control over any of her actions. But still! To be a servant for a week and follow every order given was just unreasonable, and to top it off wearing costumes of his choice! The Fourth Seat would've never guessed the Captain would be into this sort of thing, but it was embarrassing and annoying on her part to say the least.
"And Mari," Byakuya's voice broke her thoughts, "thinking of possible ways to kill a person is not nice."
The woman was internally banging her head against a wall. How the hell had he known what she was thinking? Her poker face was impossible to read, how had he seen through it?
Mari turned at the door, mustering up a kind smile and speaking sweetly, "I have no idea what you mean, Master," and shut it behind her.
Byakuya couldn't help but chuckle to himself in amusement, pouring another cup of tea. He was going to secretly enjoy this week.
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"Mari!" Rangiku's voice called out, searching through the Sixth Division. "Mari-!" The Lieutenant found the said woman gloomily slumped in a hallway of the Division, a dark cloud surrounding her. "Mari, are you okay?"
"I'm exhausted," she groaned, bags under her eyes.
"Oh come on, your punishment can't be that bad."
Just the thought of all the tasks Byakuya made her do around the Household made Mari groan. Honestly, he had staff. Just what the hell were they doing? Sitting around and twiddling their thumbs? Unless the Kuchiki deliberately made the Household a mess before she came. That had to be the answer.
"I wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't spike my drinks. This is all your fault, Rangiku." The Fourth Seat sent a glare in the redhead's direction.
"So what does he have you doing? My Captain just gave me more paperwork."
Mari's face heated in embarrassment, remembering all the outfits she had to wear. It had gotten worse from the French Maid get up. There had also been a geisha, a school uniform, and a waitress. Just where the hell was he getting these outfits? They didn't sell them in the Society, so how did he find the time to go to the World of the Living? "I really don't wanna talk about it..."
"But-?"
"Rangiku!" Toshiro's voice yelled.
"You didn't do your paperwork, did you?" The woman laughed nervously. "You better run."
"Bye, Mari!"
The white haired Captain appeared a few seconds later. "She went that way," the Fourth Seat pointed.
"Not protecting her this time?"
"Payback for the punishment I'm facing now."
Toshiro smirked before rushing off.
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This. Was. The. Last. Straw.
Mari stomped down the many halls of the Kuchiki Household, hands clenched into fists and seeing red. The perverted bastard had gone too far this time. To hell with him being a Captain and punishment, this was harassment. "Kuchiki!" the woman yelled, kicking in the door that led to his study. The emotionless man sat at his table, clearly in the middle of writing something down, but looked up at her sudden entrance. His brow cocked in amusement at her temper, seeing the dark murderous aura literally rolling off of the Soul Reaper's body.
"Mari, you now owe me a new door. If you don't calm down I'll add another day onto your punishment."
"Is that so?" the woman answered with a twisted grin, trying to stop the urge to punch him in the face. Carefully, she walked inside the room. "You would like that wouldn't you, Master."
"You're not dressed."
"Because you only gave me an apron to wear!" Mari exclaimed, flushing bright red at remembering the pink item. "What the hell was that, you pervert! I don't know what twisted fantasies you have, but leave me out of them! Give me a more suitable punishment, I'd rather face off against Kenpachi-!"
In less than a second, the Fourth Seat found herself pinned to the ground with the Kuchiki gripping both wrists beside her head. "I am of higher authority and will be the judge of what a fitting punishment is for you. Seeing as that you decided to take a trip into the men's bath."
"I was drunk! It was all Rangiku's fault!"
"Are you embarrassed?"
Her cheeks flushed even more. "N-No!"
"That didn't sound like a sure answer," he chuckled. "Though you shouldn't worry because each of those outfits looked divine on you." Mari was at a loss for words, mouth gaping. "Are you catching flies?"
Her lips snapped closed, glaring. "You're a secret pervert, aren't you?"
The Captain chuckled. "Only if you're involved."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Has Rangiku drugged you or something?"
"I am completely sober, and what it means is that I want you."
"You have a funny way of saying it."
"Would you willingly dress in those outfits if I asked?"
"No..."
"I rest my case."
"Because it's embarrassing-!"
The man's lips claimed Mari's in a demanding kiss, fingers lacing together. The Fourth Seat struggled at first, taken off guard by the sudden gesture. But as the seconds ticked by, she became much more relaxed, kissing back the mysterious man hovering over her. Mari had no idea about this secret personality the Sixth Squad Captain held, but in all honesty at the moment she wasn't complaining. Just maybe the woman could get used to this side of him.
Byakuya pressed their bodies closer together, causing Mari to gasp. She wasn't complaining one bit.
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