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Happy White Day
Title: White

Author: Me

Fandom: BLEACH

Pairing: Ukitake x Byakuya (Please, like I could ever ignore Okki's character.)

Rating: G

Summary: Ukitake will use any excuse to pile food onto his favorite shinigami.

Note: So, so AU. Technically part of the "Babysitters" universe, but so, so far in the future.

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“Byaku-ta~n!”

Byakuya shivered at the happy high trill. Normally, there was little that could scare Byakuya. He’s even endured the threat of his sister’s death sentence with aplomb, though not without considerable damage to his sanity. But nonetheless, he’s endured and he had believed that nothing in Soul Society could possibly instill in him a greater horror and that there was no danger he could not face down with the most disciplined stoicism.

He hadn’t counted on traumatizing childhood memories being the bane of his self control.

Therefore, when Byakuya heard the familiar voice of one Ukitake Jyuushirou, he couldn’t help the full body shudder.

“Ukitake-taichou,” Byakuya greeted, already feeling cornered despite being in a spacious corridor.

“Here, take this!”

Byakuya blinked as, suddenly, a large box wrapped in snow white gift wrapping complete with a white bow was suddenly thrust into his hand. It was only Byakuya’s finely honed reflexes that allowed him to keep a grasp on the large unwieldy gift. Byakuya absently wondered how Ukitake had managed to chase him down while carrying this thing and, if he wasn’t mistaken, managed to carry it in his sleeve.

“What is this?” Byakuya asked, his manners forgotten in the face of the toppling span of whiteness.

“Your gift,” Ukitake answered with a jolly voice. Peering from the side of the box, Byakuya could see the silly grin plastered on the older shinigami’s face. He felt another warning shiver.

“For…?”

“White Day!” When Ukitake saw the confusion on Byakuya’s face, he elaborated, “Rukia told me about it. It’s a new holiday in the world of the living where men buy chocolates for the women they’re interested in.”

Byakuya boggled at the explanation. This would explain all those times Ukitake tried to dress him up in girls clothing when he was little. The implicated shota-complex was also giving him the chills. Therefore, it was almost a conditioned reflex when he uttered, “Chire –”

“Whoa, whoa, Byakuyan.” Ukitake suddenly grabbed Byakuya’s zanpakto and sequestered it behind his back. “If you didn’t like chocolates you could have just told me.”

Just as suddenly as its appearance, the white gift box was whisked away and in its place was a large clear plastic bag full of white marshmallows. Byakuya blinked at his new burden.

“Rukia said the traditional gift is marshmallows instead of chocolates. I guess you really are old fashioned,” Ukitake explained the new gift in face of Byakuya’s obvious confusion. Then, shoving Senbonzakura back into Byakuya’s hands, Ukitake waved like the spastic dork he was and bid his goodbye, leaving Byakuya to stand alone in the corridor, balancing the bag of marshmallows and his zanpakuto in his arms.

Byakuya sighed. Then, realizing that he couldn’t carry both his zanpakuto and the harrowing bag of marshmallows at the same time and walk with any form of dignity, Byakuya released his sword and let the petals of Senbonzakura trail behind him while he ambled along. The view of a released Senbonzakura was enough to silence any sly comments that might have come from the other shinigami.

Later in the day, as Byakuya sat munching on the soft candy and slowly penning his report to Yamamoto-taichou, he decided that he could get used to this new holiday from the living world. At least it didn’t end up with him in a frilly pink dress.