All You Need

AN: These are two characters that just need some love. Really they do, so I'm giving them love.

All you need is love

All you need is love. Love.

Love is all you need.

Duty and honor was measurable. It was obtained by cold precision and years of hard work. One could not win friends with honor and duty. One simply gained followers. Things like kindness, benefit of the doubt, and patience; those were all confusing sentiments, and unnecessary ones at that. If someone wasn't good enough, they weren't good enough and there was no sense in lying about it.

Such were the musing of Sui Fēng as she tried to decipher Ōmaeda's

handwriting. His quality of work left a lot to be desired. She wished she could pay him based on performance. She really did. He didn't work hard enough.

She had taken Yoruichi's advice and tried to be more patient. She really had, but she had always been this way. Her line of work didn't allow for well, allowance, and that was that. Yoruichi irritated her, since she urged her to make connections with people and then ignored all her attempts. She had given up on her. It was her loss. She wanted that stupid traitor and his dumb striped hat, and his repulsive clogs, that was her deal.

Someone's bitter today, Suzemebachi chided. She rolled her eyes. She wasn't bitter.

You usually are.

Shut up! She shook her head, making the metal rings in her hair clink. She hated having such a bossy zanpakuto.

"Hello bee!"

"Rangiku." She replied in a clipped tone. She had nothing against the buxom beauty; she just hated how happy she always was.

"Guess what? Byakuya Taicho is getting married!"

"Is he?" She read over the papers that Rangiku had brought for her to sign, not really listening.

"He has to pick someone by Monday."

"Today's Friday. Why does he have to pick someone?" His wife had died hadn't she? Hisana was it? She had been pretty, but she had died before they had had any children.

Oh, so they wanted him to produce an heir. And that meant they were putting on the pressure.

"I feel almost sorry for him. Being married once is bad enough."

"That's not true! I'd like to marry someday!" Rangiku sighed dreamily.

"Well you and I are different." She gave her the paperwork and bid her a good day.

Poor man being forced into marriage. He probably missed his wife, and that was understandable. She had been of low birth, but he had insisted on marrying her anyways. It seemed as though he wanted to marry out of love, which nobles didn't really do.

A hell butterfly arrived, landing softly on her desk. It announced a meeting at the Fon family home that evening at five.

'That'll be fun,' she thought sarcastically.

The day progressed as it always did, with paperwork and the ticking of the clock to keep her company. At 4:00 she left for home, bracing herself for whatever would come. She should have prepared herself mentally more.

"Are you aware that the Kuchiki family had given the head of their

family a deadline to find another wife? As our daughter, and being of Fon

blood, you would be one of the women considered."

Oh shit. She could get forced into the awful institution of marriage? Oh no. She didn't need a man in her life. She could get all she needs from herself. She blushed. Except for that. That she needed a man for, and you could find a man to do that in a bar. Which she didn't do often, anyways. She didn't need to get married.

"I'd like for you to expect him soon," The head of the family mentioned firmly, bringing her out of her thoughts. She blinked.

"He will be here for dinner on Sunday."

Byuakua had no intention of marrying, and he wasn't going to pick anyone. He had picked Hisana, and she had died. He had no need for a wife. Surely Rukia could produce an heir, when she was a little older. But no, he had to do it. The nobles were trying to breed him like a purebred dog, and that was distasteful.

He was supposed to have dinner with all the available noblewomen before Monday arrived, and then he had to decide. Yoruichi was being considered, even though she was taken by Urahara. That left three women. Kūkaku Shiba and Sui Fēng, and one he didn't remember the name of.

He really didn't see a need to be married. He really didn't. But here he was at the Shihōin Family home, about to dine with Yoruichi. She was in a relationship with Urahara, so she wasn't actually available. Why was he meeting with her?

"Byu Bo! Welcome!"

"Miss Yoruichi."

"I mean this in the nicest of ways, but I hate both our families right now." She let him in cheerfully. "I think I'd drive you nuts, and not in a good way either." He allowed her a slight smile. She was correct.

"Who are your choices?"

"You, Captain Suì-Fēng and Kūkaku Shiba are among my choices."

"So, a taken woman, a shortie and a crazy? That's slim pickings. And I don't think you're Suì's type."

"And why, exactly as that?"

"She likes women. Me precisely. She's a wonderful girl."

"I see."

"You hungry? Hey, where's the food?"

"I'm certain it will be here shortly."

"Who do you think you'll pick Bya Bo?" If he wasn't the calm and collected man he was, he would have started to cry. He didn't feel anything for any of the women.

"I'm not certain." He declared softly. She nodded.

"I hope you find someone good. Hey the food's here! Dig in!" He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yoruichi Shihōin did not act like a noblewoman. Neither did Kūkaku Shiba. And Suì-Fēng was a lesbian. The elders had done an awful job of picking available wives. And he was the one who was going to pay for it. There had to be a way around this.

AN: And on that note, who wants to review?