Addicted Chapter 1, a bleach fanfic

Yo! So it has been like a small forever since I've posted anything at all, on this site or any other, BUT I HAVE A REASON!!! I am currently spending four and a half months abroad, in Guatemala, India and Uganda. WOOT! Super exciting. But since it's half over and I keep on getting these pesky little emails telling me that people keep on favoriting my stories, I thought that I would start something completely new for me. There are several reasons why it's new -

1, it's the first time I've ever posted a Bleach fanfic.

2, it's the first time I've ever tried a drabble story.

3, it's the first time I've ever posted a story without typing it out first!!!

That's right ladies and gentlemen, this chapter is hot off the press with no editing beyond my own keen eyes (and spellcheck)! The chapters will hopefully be posted every day or every other day, will probably not exceed 2000 words, and will be related to each other! This is not a series of oneshots!

YOSH! Let's get this show on the road!

-Addicted-

Abarai Renji, fukutaicho of the 6th Division of Seireitei's Gotei 13, was drooling on his papers again.

His taicho, Kuchiki Byakuya, sighed in annoyance.

He should be used to this by now, the taicho thought as he stared at his second-in-command. Almost every day without fail, Renji would fall asleep on the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out and not wake up again until Byakuya tipped him out of his chair on his way out the door. The Kuchiki, while secretly envying Renji for his ability to completely blow off authority, knew that any work Abarai-fukutaicho did not finish today would simply be added to his load tomorrow...which was steadily increasing, rather than decreasing.

Bored, and in the safety of his own office, Byakuya propped his chin in one hand and amused himself by flicking tiny balls of reiatsu at his sleeping second. He made sure that they were of low enough spiritual pressure that they would just bounce off of Renji's own reiatsu, and enjoyed watching them spin around the room like never-ending fireworks. When that too became boring, the taicho shifted his attention to Renji's tattoos.

They were wild, his tattoos...utterly and completely in defiance of authority. But they were beautiful, Byakuya had to admit. They suited the young redhead and his equally wild zanpakuto. Out of curiosity, the Kuchiki spread out his reiatsu and covered one of the jagged marks on his fukutaicho's neck.

It disappeared.

Kuchiki Byakuya smirked.

Carefully, oh so carefully, he removed the white headband that covered Renji's forehead and laid it on the desk. Then, with small, carefully contained bursts of reiatsu, he covered all of the tattoos on Renji's face and neck. Then he replaced the headband and returned to his seat. His reiatsu was so strong that Renji wouldn't notice that parts of it were sticking to him until he got far away from his taicho. It was the perfect revenge for a man who so rarely showed his emotions.

Satisfied with this result, Kuchiki-taicho worked for several hours more, until the sun began to set and his clock told him that it was six o' clock; time to go home. With a long sigh, he stood and piled all of his papers into neat stacks, then crossed the room to stand in front of his fukutaicho. With a sweep of reiatsu, he knocked the legs of the chair out from underneath Renji, sending the redhead sprawling.

"Huh!? What!? Who...!?" Renji flipped onto his feet, taking a ready stance and looking around wildly before catching sight of Byakuya. "Oh...taicho! Er...did I fall asleep again...?" He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Byakuya simply stared at him, head tilted slightly to the side. "Abarai," he stated, "Your tattoos have disappeared."

Renji's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "WHAT!?" He dashed to the connected bathroom and stared at the mirror. "OH MY GOD!!!" As Byakuya watched, the fukutaicho began frantically ripping at his clothes, pulling off the top part of his uniform to bare his chest. "Oh thank god," he sighed in relief. "At least these ones are still there. Do you have any idea what happened, Kuchiki-taicho? Why'd my tattoos disappear all of a sudden?"

Byakuya blinked, for some reason disconcerted by the sight of his second's bared chest. It wasn't like he'd never seen Renji shirtless before - perhaps he was thrown off because it was the first time he had seen him when he wasn't covered in blood? "I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea, Abarai-fukutaicho," he answered. "I do not make a habit of staring at you while there is work to be done."

Liar, his mind whispered traitorously.

"Right, of course," Renji muttered distractedly, feeling his face and neck, tracing the spots where there should have been jagged black lines. "Nothing ever gets in the way of your duty, taicho." Byakuya felt a slight twinge of pain in his chest at these words, remembering a time when he had nearly allowed his own little sister to be executed because of a misplaced sense of duty. "I suppose I'll just have to get them redone," Renji moaned, pulling his uniform back on and successfully pulling his taicho back into the present. "This is terrible...I've never heard of anything like this happening before..."

"If that is all, Abarai, then I am going to leave for home," Byakuya said, turning away and heading for the door. "Your paperwork has increased again, and I expect you to do all of it tomorrow. The Sixth Division does not slack off on anything."

"Hai, taicho," Renji muttered dispiritedly. Byakuya regally swept from the building, hiding his smile through years of practice. Renji followed, then disappeared off towards his own home while the Kuchiki headed towards his estate.

Renji frowned ferociously all the way back to his apartment. How could his tattoos possibly have just disappeared? It was impossible. Or...improbable, at the very least. And Renji had the feeling that his taicho knew more than he was telling.

Sighing, he untied his obi and slung Zabimaru onto the couch, heading into his bedroom to change out of his uniform. Halfway through undressing, the redhead frowned and paused, realizing something odd. Although he was practically on the other side of Seireitei from Byakuya, he could feel his taicho's reiatsu as though he was in the room. Not nearly as overpowering, of course, but something on Renji had some of Byakuya's reiatsu attached to it...and the fukutaicho's eyes widened.

His hands shot to his face and neck, and with a blast of his own reiatsu, he dissolved the effects of his taicho's spiritual energy. He slowly turned to face the mirror on the wall...

"TAICHO!!!!!"

On the other side of Seireitei, in the Noble's Quarter, Kuchiki Byakuya lifted his head from his cup of tea as he felt his fukutaicho's reiatsu spike wildly. "Oh," he murmured, taking a sip of tea, "he must have figured it out then." A smirk curled his lips upward.

"Tomorrow should definitely be an interesting day at the office."

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