((SXH: Ok guys! I just thought I would like to inform you that when I started to type this I was wide awake and could not go to sleep. I was bored since my kindle was dead and my sister was passed out on my bed. So I started to look up Bleach Christmas picture and I just suddenly got the idea that I would do this. I've written one similar to this last year but this is for Bleach. I know it's a little late but I haven't gotten any real ideas for it yet. Hope you all enjoy!))

Warning: This story will contain yaoi, which means to guys are together, not a guy and a girl. This will contain cursing and it will be a chapter story.

Disclaimer: I no own.

Strawberry Mistletoe

Chapter 1: Stressful work

Ichigo walked into the sixth squad barracks with a large load of paperwork in his hands. He had been in the soul society for about three months now. He was amazed that none of them knew what Halloween was and he would be even more surprised if they didn't know what New Years was! Aside from their lack of knowledge in the holiday section, he disliked the fact that there was so much paperwork that needed to be done.

Even more so, he really pitied Byakuya at the moment. All the paperwork that was in his hands had to be signed by the Kuchiki. Now that Ichigo thought about it, Byakuya had a lot of things on his hands. With the Soul Society's Women's Association still holding secret meetings in his house, Yachiru running around and breaking things in his house, the frequent lateness of Renji to work, and all the paperwork that needed to be done...

It's a wonder that he hasn't murdered everyone yet... Ichigo thought as he walked into the corridor leading to Byakuya's office. Unfortunately, Ichigo had the privilege of finding out just how wrong he was. When he opened the office door he was met with an almost overpowering amount of reitsu that specified just how angry and annoyed the sixth captain was at that time. Not only that but the Kuchiki was so irritated and frustrated that he didn't even bother to brush down the hairs that decided to stick up during his work. He also didn't bother to straighten his haori. Even Byakuya's hair ornaments were out of place from him running his hands through his hair. He was a mess.

"Wow, Byakuya..." was all Ichigo said. Byakuya looked up at him with dagger eyes as Ichigo brought in more paperwork and laid it on his desk. "Lower the reitsu a little. You might hurt the fourth squad with all that," Ichigo informed. Byakuya said nothing as he continued his paperwork but Ichigo could tell he was trying to keep his reitsu in check.

Ichigo sighed and sat down. "Byakuya, stop writing and listen to me for a moment." Byakuya ignored him and kept up his work. "Byakuya, I mean it. Stop." Byakuya refused to look at Ichigo as he spoke and began to work on the new stack of paperwork that was laid out in front of him.

"I am sure you would understand that I cannot stop, Kurosaki Ichigo. I am a very busy man and need to get this work done," Byakuya answered simply. Ichigo grew irritated at this.

"You just can't be reasonable, can you?" Ichigo asked.

"I have no idea what you mean," Byakuya said, noticing Ichigo's anger had risen a little. But Ichigo did not show it. He simply sighed.

"Then you leave me with no choice, Byakuya," Ichigo said very cryptically. Ichigo stood up and started to move around the desk. Byakuya noticed the sudden movement closer and looked up. His eyes were, however, met with brown ones and a hand over the one he was writing with. "It wasn't a suggestion. I'm telling you to stop this and listen."

Byakuya did nothing as his brush was taken out of his hand and laid neatly to the side. "Alright. You have my attention now. I am listening," Byakuya said finally.

"Good, because you need to listen to this," Ichigo said simply. Ichigo walked around to the front of the desk again. "Now, Byakuya, you know very well that Renji can sign these papers just like you can. Why don't you split the work with him?"

"As you clearly haven't noticed, Kurosaki Ichigo," Byakuya started. "Renji is not here nor is he going to show up today." Ichigo raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Why's that?" Ichigo asked. It was true. He didn't even notice Renji's absence. He must have been lost in his thoughts.

"He called in sick this morning," Byakuya informed. "He was taken to the fourth squad for treatment." Ichigo gaped. Why hadn't he been told? Surely Renji would have told him if anything was wrong. But then again this was Renji they were talking about. He was almost as bad as Byakuya when it came to his pride...

"I see. Let me ask you another question," Ichigo went on. "Have you even taken a break today?" Byakuya opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out so he ended up closing it. "Thought so."

"It doesn't matter," Byakuya persisted. "This paperwork needs to be done today. I cannot have it done any later than that." Ichigo nodded. He understood but did Byakuya have to be so dedicated to his work that he wouldn't even take a small, five-minute break?

"I understand but you have plenty of time to get it done," Ichigo said. "I small break wouldn't hurt anybody."

"I mean it, Kurosaki. I have to get this finish-"

"That's it! I really have no choice in the matter, now!" Byakuya was stunned that Ichigo even dared to interrupt him. So stunned that he didn't move even when Ichigo shot up and stalked over to the other side of the desk again.

When Ichigo began to take out the kenseikan in his hair, that was when Byakuya found his voice. He began to protest in earnest as the ornaments were taken out and his haori was being pulled off. If Kurosaki did not stop now, Byakuya was going to rip him to pieces with Senbonzakura.

"Kurosaki, I order you to stop!" Byakuya tried.

"Order me all you want but you are still not my captain, nor am I a fully fledged soul reaper," Ichigo said. "In other words: You can't do shit."

"I'm warning you, Kurosaki!" Ichigo ignored his as he got the last kenseikan out of the noble's hair.

"There! I'm done messing with you're pretty noble head!" Ichigo bit out. "Your head should feel better without that weight on it!" That got Byakuya to shut up. It seemed as though he realized that it did feel better without the ornaments pulling at his head and his haori weighing him down.

Byakuya's hands dropped to his lap and he looked away from Ichigo. Obviously he didn't want to admit it but it is feel better. Although, he wasn't completely at fault here. Ichigo had invaded his personal space with care whatsoever.

"I'm sorry I attacked you so suddenly, Byakuya. I deal with a dad who runs a clinic and he's almost always stressed out," Ichigo apologized.

"It is fine. You were only trying to help," Byakuya replied. Ichigo looked away. "Don't look so upset. I said it was fine. But next time just ask instead of do that so suddenly." Ichigo said nothing for quite a while which made Byakuya think about what the boy had said. Finally he began to speak. "Maybe a small break wouldn't hurt anyone..." At this, Ichigo's eyes lit up!

"Really?" he asked. When Byakuya nodded, Ichigo sat down behind Byakuya. This puzzled the man.

"Kurosaki?" Byakuya asked.

"When my dad is really stressed some days, I always do this for him to make him feel better," Ichigo said. Before Byakuya could say anything else, he felt two hands on his shoulders. Ichigo began to rub Byakuya's back and neck everywhere there was a tense spot. Byakuya found it hard to protest since the boy was messaging his back to well. He just decided to allow it and not say a word. Once Ichigo finished, Byakuya turned to see Ichigo but first heard his back pop in several places.

"How in the world can you do that so well, Kurosaki?" Byakuya asked.

"Like I said, my dad is always stressed when he's in the clinic. He asks me to do something to make him feel better, so I give him a massage. He always goes on about how it makes him concentrate on his work better. I've had years of practice," Ichigo smiled, looking away.

Byakuya picked up his brush again and began his work. He didn't know what to say after that. So he just said, "Thank you."

"No problem," Ichigo answered and looked at his watch. "Looks like I have to go. I have to go home and help prepare our home for Christmas." Byakuya looked up again.

"Christmas?" Byakuya asked in his usual monotone.

"Yeah. Yuzu wants a big tree this year, and she wants me to help her in the kitchen," Ichigo laughed. "I don't know what I'm going to do with her..." Byakuya just stared at him. Ichigo began to worry. "Byakuya?"

"What is Christmas?" Byakuya inquired, genuinely curious. At this, Ichigo finally broke.

"You've got to be kidding me... You don't know about Christmas? It's been around for about two thousand years... And none of you people know about it..." Ichigo said. Ichigo's next movement surprised Byakuya. Ichigo had, out of the blue, punched the wall and broke it.

"Kurosaki! What in the world are you doing?" Byakuya yelled.

"Sorry, I'll pay for the damages," Ichigo said absently. He was too busy thinking at the moment. When he suddenly got an idea. "Byakuya, I would you please finish that paperwork? I have to go talk to Old Man Yama."

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me- Where are you going? I'm not finished!" Byakuya yelled as Ichigo started to run off. Ichigo didn't even look back at Byakuya as he ran away from the sixth division.

Byakuya Kuchiki cursed the boy out in his mind as he sat down to finish his paperwork. The boy had no respect! He evidently had no idea what personal space meant. And obviously Ichigo Kurosaki did not know what the word 'no' meant! I swear he is worse than Kenpachi Zaraki at times... Byakuya thought over that again. No. No one is worse than that man, not even Kurosaki Ichigo. Byakuya pushed the boy to the back of his mind so that he could work.

When he finished his work, finally, he let out a sigh. He actually got through it faster this time. He fell backwards and laid on the floor. His back didn't hurt at all like it had. Suddenly the boy's words floated to the front of his mind.

" ...My dad is always stressed when he's in the clinic. He asks me to do something to make him feel better, so I give him a massage. He always goes on about how it makes him concentrate on his work better..." Byakuya touched his own shoulder in remembrance. He wondered what it would be like if Ichigo gave him a massage every day. He also wondered, as a side thought, what it would feel like to have those hands go even lo- No. You are not going to even begin to think about the Substitute Soul reaper like that!

Something caught the corner of his eye and he quickly pulled himself from his thoughts. He looked to the window as one of the Hell Butterflies flew in. It landed on his desk and gave him his message.

"The Head Captain has called a Captains' Meeting in the next ten minutes. All Captains must attend, no exceptions," the message read. Then the Hell Butterfly flew off. Byakuya sighed and began to make his appearance presentable. He decided to leave his hair ornaments out of his hair. The mere thought of wearing them at the moment made his scalp hurt. Other than that, he put everything else back in its rightful place and left the sixth division for the meeting.

((SXH: Like I said. I know it's a little late but I am really determined to get this up and going. As for my main chapter story, for those of you who have read it, I did not have my notebook at the time to type the next chapter. I am working on it and will try to get that chapter posted as soon as I can. For this story, I am going to try my very best to continue this along with another I am writing. I hope you all enjoyed. Stay awesome guys!))

Bye~!