Gathering the discarded garments, Rukia came upon a folded piece of paper. Slowly and gently, so as not to make a noise, she opened it and read its contents.
She froze in disbeleif, not noticing that the paper slid from her fingers and fluttered to her feet. In a matter of seconds that seemed to be in slow motion, Byakuya was at her side with his arms around her and lips gently caressing her neck.
"What...is...that..." she breathed, indicating the paper on the ground.
The silence was unbearably thick in the air. She turned around slowly, unable to look at his face.
"You- you wanted to resign! Nobody ever resigns! You intended to be brought to the Maggot's Nest!" She hadn't realized that her hands had clenched into fists and were now pounding against his chest in her fit of hysterics.
His hands grabbed her suddenly and his eyes became cold.
"How do you know of the Maggot's Nest?" he demanded, grasping her wrists a bit too hard, "That is classified information."
"You can't" she whispered, her voice strained by tears.
"I am not going to discuss this." He pulled away from her, releasing her now red wrists. She softly rubbed the marks left from his grasp, choosing her next words carefully.
"So...this is it, huh? Is this how it's going to...end? I...I thought you were better than that..."
His eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly recomposed himself.
"I am not going to discuss this" he repeated, with a bit more force. Slipping her white shitagi over her shoulders and grabbing the rest of her clothing, she pushed past him, heading to the door. His hand shot out to stop her and he pulled her into his chest.
"Foolish Rukia...I never claimed to be a better man..." he purred, his breath hot against her ear. Slowly, meaningfully, he ripped the paper into tiny pieces (incredible author input: Gasp! The trees he's wasting!).
"I've made up my mind" he whispered, "And what of yours?"
The stingy writer has risen from the dead! Yaaaaaaaaay! Sorry it's once again so incredibly short... Gomennassai! Gomennassai! *bows frantically*