Fifteen Ways to Seduce your Taichou

Fifteen Ways to Seduce your Taichou: Showy Saturdays

A Tokyo Kitty Production

Disclaimer: Don’t own these characters. But I own Kira’s clothes now. ::lecherous smirk::

A/N: Sixth chapter now! Dang this is getting long….I don’t have a lot to say today though. I finished work for the summer which is nice. Now I have a month to relax before I go back to being unable to write anything all school year…. I’m going to give it the old college try because there are still lots of Bleach stories I want to write and we’ll see what happens. However, regardless this fic will continue. Two more chapters left and then a possible epilogue. Who knows? It kinda depends on my mood and whether or not I get nice reviews…. You guys can control at least one of those so hop to it! Oh, and enjoy the fic…

Kosode: This is the black and white “kimono” that Shinigami wear. They are technically called kosode whereas kimono reflects a category of clothing. (difference between saying a “shirt” and a “t-shirt”)

Fundoshi: Traditional underwear for men worn before WWII in Japan. How do I know they wear these in Bleach you ask? There’s an episode where Kira and Shuuhei get shitfaced and end up naked except for their underwear. Fundoshi look like a cross between a thong and mawashi which Sumo wrestlers wear.

Gobantaichou-san: This is what Ichimaru calls Aizen. Don’t argue with me that it should be gobantai-taichou. Tell that to the crazy captain with the ridiculous dialect who hyphenates the word. I’m sure he will have some choice words for you. They might just be Ikorose Shinsou.

0000

Keeping the order of Soul Society and defending the Human World from the threat of Hollow was a never-ending job. Fortunately for those giving the orders in Seireitei, shinigami were immortal. So, day in and day out there was work to do on any given day of the week.

However it was understood that shinigami still were (at least in spirit) human and required some time off from work.

Therefore it had been decided back in antiquity that Saturdays were to be a half day.

Saturday.

Kira awoke about the same time he did every day despite it being the beginning of what was for all intents and purposes the weekend. He chose to wake up early each day because it kept his sleep cycle more normal if he got the same amount of sleep each day. Plus, he preferred to enjoy his Saturday mornings in a state of slow moving peace.

Or wrapped comfortably in his captain’s arms. But that wasn’t exactly and option right now. Kira shifted further under the blankets mourning the lack of warmth and comfort that such contact would have provided him.

However, laying there feeling sorry for himself wouldn’t fix anything. There was work to do.

Real work, or rather office work, didn’t start until around noon. However as Kira dressed for the day he ran through the mental list of things he needed to do before then. He had a plan he was sure was going to work this time.

It had come to him in a dream, perhaps laced with a hint of Hinamori’s romance novels again. He had dreamt of Thursday night when he had been in Ichimaru-taichou’s room, but the situation had been a little different.

Instead of his captain happening upon him, Kira had been lying in waiting brazenly in his bed. But his mind had known that alone would not be enough to tempt his captain into action. He had waited in rags made of black satin and lace, the feminine delicacy of such clothes clashing with the masculine angles of his body. His captain had walked in, gotten an eye-full and had been about to comment in that witty drawling voice. Kira hadn’t let him; had flashed him a hauntingly beautiful coy look with just a small hint of vulnerability to it, knowing so perfectly that was how Ichimaru-taichou liked him.

And all masks had fallen away, his captain’s self-control completely undone in that one look.

Kira was sure of himself that this plan would not fail. The images of that dream he held onto tight like a security blanket not allowing the details of it to slip through the cracks of consciousness. He straightened his hair a bit before taking leave of his room and heading out of the Third Division completely for a little stroll over to the Tenth Division.

There was work to be done.

There was but one problem with his new little plan. Other than his daily robes Kira owned next to nothing in other clothes. There were a few dark colored winter kimono, pale thin summer kimono and an assortment of obi to match but nothing that could in any way be construed as sexy. This is why he was headed to the Tenth Division. The only person he could think of who might be able to borrow something from, or even just get some advice on where to find such clothes was Matsumoto Rangiku.

Or at least, she was the only one Kira could think of who wouldn’t laugh her ass off at him for asking. As long as he didn’t bring up the fact that it was for seducing his captain around her, he should be in the clear.

If she was even up before eleven on a Saturday.

He navigated the passages of the Tenth Division fairly well, having been there many times over the years. A few officers gave him strange looks for being there but overall the boardwalks were uninhabited on a Saturday morning. He arrived at Matsumoto’s door, rapping quietly on the door frame and then a little louder, calling out when there was no response.

After a few minutes the door slid slowly open revealing a very sleep addled—but thank god fully dressed—Matsumoto.

“Kira-kun? What on earth are you doing here? Ya need something?” She asked, brushing hair away from her shoulder. She ran her fingers through the luscious waves slowly pulling at invisible tangles.

“Actually, I was hoping I might be able to talk with you. I have a favor to ask.”

“Oh, sure, come in,” She walked away from the door and into a main room space to a table in the middle of the room. “I just started a pot of tea, do you want some sake while we wait?”

Kira tried not to be appalled that she suggested drinking when it was barely nine in the morning. “No thank you, Matsumoto-san. But tea would be nice when it’s ready, thank you.” He said politely, taking a seat at the table.

She returned with only one sake dish and a bottle in hand sitting down at the table with Kira and pouring a cup for herself. At length she asked, “So what can I do for ya?”

Immediately Kira wished he had said yes to a cup of sake; being inebriated while asking these things of Matsumoto sounded like a fantastic idea. “Well it’s a little complicated…”

“Oh please, you come to my door on a Saturday morning banging up a storm. Whatever’s on your mind must be pretty bad but ya must want to talk about it.” She took a sip of sake flashing him a kind smile, “This kind of behavior isn’t like you, Kira-kun,” She added for good measure.

That much was true, Kira knew for sure. But putting his troubles in words was going to take some very delicate maneuvering. All of a sudden, Kira was struck with a rather brilliant idea. “Well there’s someone I kinda like…” He began, trying to act unsure of himself and shy.

It seemed to work because Matsumoto responded immediately. “That’s a good start, so what’s the problem? You not told them yet?”

“No it’s not like that…she said there was someone else she liked, she rejected me.” Kira continued to play this game feigning being hurt.

Matsumoto lowered her tone even though they were alone. “It’s not Hinamori-kun is it?”

Kira averted his eyes and nodded slowly.

“Oooh, I think I heard something about this from Abarai-kun, he said she’d been avoiding you like the plague lately.” She said brashly and then realized that might hurt Kira’s feelings. “But you know she could always change her mind, ya know?” She added in an attempt at consolation.

Before Kira could respond, the whistle for tea blew and Matsumoto excused herself to make tea. A few minutes later Kira was nursing a hot cup of tea; his best dejected look he could muster on his face.

“Aww, cheer up, Kira-kun…” Matsumoto said sitting down with her own cup. “Man, you’re really hung up about this aren’t you? You really like her a lot, huh?”

Kira took a sip of tea trying to plan the direction of the conversation to get it to where he wanted it to go. “Yeah, I guess…I just won’t take no for an answer.”

“Anything you got in mind for convincing her?” Matsumoto asked taking a sip of her own tea.

“That’s actually what I came to ask you about,” at this Kira did genuinely blush now that enough of his real plan crossed over with the story he was telling her.

“Well, shoot then.” She said taking an alternating sip of sake.

“I was thinking if I made myself more…physically appealing maybe I could change her mind…” Kira verbally skirted around what he meant. It was too hard to say even if the person had been changed. Matsumoto egged him on with a hand to explain further. “I was thinking something perhaps a little more revealing like lingerie…or something….” Kira’s blush covered the majority of his face.

Matsumoto had to try hard to not spit out hot tea all over everything at his suggestion. Regaining her composure she asked. “This is just my personal opinion, but I think Hinamori-kun is more attracted to uh…masculine men.” She said avoiding his eyes when she said this.

“Oh I know that Matsumoto-san….but there’s just no way that can be me!” Kira lamented perhaps a little too dramatically, surely his lack there was of muscle or size had never been an issue with Ichimaru-taichou. “The most I can do is appeal to the suggestion of-“

This was getting a little more into Kira’s personal life than Matsumoto had expected. She cut him off before he could continue his tirade. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry for suggesting it….If that’s really what you want though I er…I don’t really think I can help you.”

Kira face went blank. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I have nothing that’s uh…kinda in your size.”

“Oh,” Kira’s blush re-spread over his face and he avoided Matsumoto’s glance.

She couldn’t help but feel bad for her dear friend. He looked so jaded across the table; needy for any kind of help she could provide. He looked desperate for the affirmation of the one he loved, Hinamori.

“Don’t be so down yet, Kira-kun. I’ve got an idea. There’s someone I know who might be able to help you. Do you know Ayasegawa-san of the Eleventh Division?” She asked.

Kira shook his head. “Not personally, no. But I’ve heard of him.”

“When Abarai-kun was in the Eleventh I used to see him when we all got together to drink, we used to be pretty good friends. He’s about your size too, maybe a little shorter.” She suggested, Kira’s face seemed to brighten a bit.

“But I don’t really know him, you sure he’d lend me something like that just on your honor?” Kira asked, he was rather skeptical about the whole thing and a touch fearful. Borrowing something from Matsumoto was one thing, but the people in the Eleventh Division always made him more than a little edgy.

She was silent for a moment, resting one arm on the table while the other swished the sake in her dish contemplatively. “That is a good point…And he can be a little uptight about things sometimes…” She said more to herself than to Kira. Her face then suddenly brightened and as if to reward herself for whatever thought she’d just had she downed the cup of sake. “I’ve got the perfect little piece of dirt you can tell him if he’s being a problem about anything. Works every time.” Her grin was more than a little wicked and Kira was slightly concerned if he should be taking blackmail information against someone he didn’t even properly know.

“Is that really the only way to get him to agree, Matsumoto-san? I mean maybe there’d be a nicer way to….”

“Nonsense, Kira!” She poured herself another cup of sake, sloshing a little on the table as she over-filled it. “Ya know, you’ve got to learn how to rough people up a little to get what you want. You can’t always go around asking nicely and expect people to just give you what you want. You aren’t that charming.”

Kira wasn’t exactly sure how to take that backhanded compliment and so he responded by taking a sip of tea. “I get along just fine I think.” He said at length but Matsumoto waved him off.

“Sure, sure, but there’s no sense in not sending you in with a little extra ammunition. Now just listen to this one,” she laughed a little, “you don’t even have to know Yumichika properly to know this is good.”

And so she launched into a story that Kira politely listened to, sipping at his tea from time to time. He tucked the information she told him into a small corner of his mind, just in case.

0000

It was a little bit after ten when Kira left the Tenth Division on a mission to the other side of Seireitei to the Eleventh Division. He hadn’t been anywhere near this division in years. Even during the time Renji had been in the Eleventh he had always pleaded with the redhead to come and visit him instead of making Kira come to him. This division more than any other set his nerves on edge; perhaps there was still enough of the Fourth Division in Kira to feel that his presence was not welcome in the division of all things war and violence.

As he walked into the Eleventh it seemed the entire division was out on the grounds training. In any other division this would have been beyond unnatural on a Saturday morning, but he recalled that Renji had said once that everyone was up at six in the morning regardless of the day, season or weather.

Fortunately, everyone was so busy training or watching people fight that no one really noticed the blond weaving through the crowds towards the main building.

Matusmoto had given him directions around the Eleventh since Kira had absolutely no idea where to find the fifth seat’s quarters. He walked the hallways nervously reading nameplates slowly for the proper quarter. Stopping at one door in particular, he read the complex characters a few times over to make sure he had the proper door before knocking on the door frame.

A muffled voice form inside answered asking who was there, Kira stumbled over the words calling through the door, “Third Division Fukutaichou, Kira Izuru. I wish to speak with you.” He asked politely. The door slid open to reveal a tall bald man who glared down at Kira.

This was exactly why he had not wanted to come to this division. This person however, he knew. “Ma-Madarame-san…Um, I was looking for Ayasegawa-san…is this um…the wrong room?”

Ikkaku crossed his arms over his chest scowling down at the blond. His robes seemed slightly out of place, but then disheveled appearance was rather common in the Eleventh Division. “Nah, you’re in the right place. He’s kind of busy at the moment though.” He said curtly.

“Oh I see…” Kira stumbled; now what was he supposed to do? “Um, well Matsumoto-san sent me here to ask a favor of him actually…”

Ikkaku was about to answer that he didn’t care if all the captains in the Gotei 13 had sent him, but Yumichika answered from inside. “Oh? Rangiku-san? Ikkaku, stop bullying him and let him in here. You can go get us some breakfast or something.” The feminine voice answered from within. Ikkaku made a pained expression but left the door frame in a huff brushing past Kira.

Kira entered, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves and gather himself for the next challenge. He shut the door quietly behind him taking in the small room. The man who must be Yumichika stood from a low table to greet him. In that moment, Kira took back all previous feelings that everyone in the Eleventh Division was rude and messy. This man’s immaculate appearance could put most women to shame.

“Are you a friend of Rangiku-san’s? I’m afraid I don’t know you personally.” He said smoothly with a small coy smile. It took Kira’s entire mind to not interpret that look as anything other than friendly introduction. “The name’s Ayasegawa, Yumichika. You said you were vice-captain of the Third Division? Don’t spend a lot of time up there myself…” He extended a hand in greeting which Kira took.

His hands were inhumanly smooth; Kira’s grip lingered for a moment longer than he perhaps meant it to. However it seemed to go unnoticed by the other man. “Yes that’s right, Matsumoto-san and I have known each other a long time. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“So then,” he began, sitting back down at the table on the floor which Kira then joined him at. “What can I do for you?” Kira was taken slightly off guard by the abruptness of the question. That and the heated stare still fixed on him.

“Well, I was hoping I might be able to borrow something from you,” Kira began. At this point there was no meaning to beating around the bush or lying through his teeth.

“We’ve only just met and you already want to use my stuff? We’re not roommates or something.” Yumichika quipped though his tone was still very playful.

“Well, Matsumoto-san said you might let me in good faith-“

“Ohohoho…did she now?” He laughed good-naturedly but the fifth seat’s smile betrayed a level of cunning. “And what exactly is it she thinks I’ll lend strangers?”

Kira tried to hold it back, but at the question his face turned bright red. “I-it’s um…nothing much, just um…” Kira tripped over words and he could see the man was getting a little irritated with him.

“Speak up, I can’t hear you if you mumble every other word.” He said in a lower tone. A slight frown tinted his usually graceful expression.

“She said you might have some form of li-lingerie or something….that I could borrow. Maybe, possibly, if you would be so kind.” Kira could feel himself shrinking against the table.

There was a long moment of absolute silence. And then Yumichika doubled over in unrestrained, ungraceful laughter.

“HAHAHA…Oh that’s rich! So she thinks she can send random people to my door asking to borrow my-hahaha…my clothes…And I’ll just- I’ll just let them?! Oh man…I have no idea what she told you to get you here…but that’s just rich….” He held his sides laughing and Kira tried hard to stay strong against it and not crumble.

The laughter was a little humiliating to say the least, but Kira hardened himself against it. He couldn’t let his plans fail before he even got a chance to present them to Ichimaru and he’d come too far, lying to Matsumoto, crossing the Eleventh Division to just give up now. He swallowed the shame and hesitation that was boiling to the surface and covered his expression in a stone cold mask. “She said you might do this.” Kira said over the laughter, his tone was a tad more dangerous than usual. “She told me something just in case, a secret if you will.”

Yumichika stopped laughing right away. “A secret, eh? And just what is it you think you know?” The other man’s tone was playful again, however all joking was gone from his expression.

Kira tried his best to think over the phrasing of this information to have the most effect. “She said if you didn’t co-operate with me she’d tell people about your little weekly trips to the Human World to get certain supplies from the local general store. Specifically women’s makeup. Of course, the certain people she would tell would depend on my report of your helpfulness, but she guaranteed that the information might at least slip to some certain people in this very division.”

Yumichika’s expression was dark to say the least. “That cheating bitch…” He muttered under his breath. Kira was actually somewhat surprised to hear such language from someone who appeared so graceful. “To dare to even insinuate that I would need makeup to keep this beautiful face so flawless. How is it my fault that in her imperfections she needs something as base as Human makeup….”

Kira wasn’t so sure who Yumichika was talking to. It didn’t seem to be directed at him per se. Yumichika continued to mutter for a moment before Kira interjected his current weaker tone all the more contrasted with his earlier firm tone. “Um, if I may, Ayasegawa-san, I don’t mean any of this personally. I mean that’s just what she told me to say, I’ve seen nothing myself and surely wouldn’t tell anyone.” Of course, to Kira the whole thing seemed a little blown out of proportion but saying so he figured wouldn’t really help his predicament. “Though if you just help me, I promise to tell Matsumoto-san that you were helpful beyond anything I expected and surely she won’t tell anyone….”

Yumichika glared slightly at Kira more for interrupting his monologue than for anything in particular that the blond said. “Fine, I will help you.” He stood from the table dusting of his robes for unseen particles. “But know that this little exchange has rather irrevocably damaged any hope of our friendship.”

At this point, it was a price Kira was willing to pay. His eyes were still on his intended prize, his captain; with him again at last after a week of frustration, failure and Fourth Division Sick Ward visits. However he nodded solemnly to the other man who seemed to accept his response.

He gestured languidly for Kira to follow so Kira stood, following Yumichika over to the other side of the room. He knelt before a rather large closet, sliding open the door with some force before beginning to rifle through one of the many drawers. While waiting, Kira stared in wonder at the number and variety of clothing Yumichika had. Absently, he wondered if the other man ever got a chance to wear any of them since day in and day out they wore the same uniforms. He was broken out of his wonderings by Yumichika seemingly talking to himself.

“I don’t know what Rangiku-san thinks she’s doing asking me to help you though. You’re clearly far bigger than me. Does it look like I carry undergarments in various sizes? I swear that vulture…”

Kira chose not to comment that he wasn’t really that much bigger than Yumichika thank-you-very-much. He’d had just about enough of insults for one day and the last thing he needed was someone he barely knew insulting his appearance. It wasn’t that he really cared that much; he wasn’t nearly as vain as the man in front of him however he’d always been rather pleased with his own appearance. That is, Ichimaru-taichou never seemed to complain about it, so he was happy with it.

Yumichika opened another drawer and extracted a bag which he then neatly placed the garments he had pulled from his collection in the bag. “I’m graceful enough to know better than to ask what you need them for.” Kira forced himself not to blush and Yumichika continued. “All I ask is you wash them before giving them back to me. Oh, and I have no shoes that match that will fit your feet. You’ll have to figure that out yourself.” Yumichika handed him the bag begrudgingly and Kira accepted it bowing lightly.

“Thank you, Ayasegawa-san.”

“Don’t mention it. Seriously, don’t tell anyone. The results would be very…unattractive.” He waved a hand in front of his face as if the thought alone was uncouth. Kira nodded his acceptance of the terms and thanked Yumichika again before leaving. He hadn’t looked into the bag yet; he decided he would wait once he was far out of the eyesight of Yumichika and the Eleventh Division.

Yumichika sat down at the table again, thoroughly flustered and rattled. He glanced across the table to where Ikkaku had been sitting before he had kicked the bald man out of his room and noticed the sake bottle sitting next to his cushion. Yumichika picked it up and impolitely took a drink straight from the bottle.

At this moment his door slid harshly open and Ikkaku stepped in not having bothered to knock. “Yumichika, that guy gone already?” He asked stupidly since it was rather obvious in Yumichika’s small quarters that the blond was nowhere to be found.

“Yes, yes he is. I could do with some forgetting of it.” He commented, taking another heavy drink from the sake bottle.

Ikkaku was more than a little perturbed by Yumichika’s seemingly uncivilized behavior. That is, as uncivilized as the black haired man could be. “Um, what about the breakfast you asked me to get?” Ikkaku said dumbly holding up the bag he had brought.

Yumichika hummed lightly, setting the bottle down on the table and turning to face Ikkaku. “I kind of had something else in mind…”He smiled a gentle yet knowing grin that made Ikkaku drop the bag.

“Well I s’ppose if you put it that way…” Ikkaku began to loosen his robes more than they already were as Yumichika stood from the table that same look never leaving his face.

0000

Back at the Third Division Kira arrived in his office to find it thankfully, and as he expected, empty. Ichimaru-taichou seldom showed up before one on Saturdays, well after the captain’s meeting that was earlier in the day perhaps a little before noon. He supposed most captains went to work a little before the meeting and then left for a while to attend. But Kira could practically depend on his captain not making an appearance until well after noon.

Which was precisely what he needed.

Firstly, Kira had to see to his preparations. He set the bag of things from Yumichika next to his desk and then set to work. He skimmed all of his paperwork, signed the necessary documents perhaps a little faster than usual, and only double checked his work once. With his own work now out of the way, he proceeded into Ichimaru-taichou’s office and tentatively sat in his captain’s chair as he worked on Ichimaru’s paperwork. It was common for him to do at least some of his captain’s work but usually he completed it at his own desk. Sitting in his captain’s office there was an edge of excitement at the illicitness of completely taking over his captain’s job for perhaps the half an hour it took him to hurriedly read the documents and stamp them with the Third Division seal.

Finished with the papers he took them completely out of his captain’s office and placed them in his own “done” bin. He then went back into Ichimaru’s office and set about clearing the desk of all unnecessary things.

This was all a part of the plan. Get paperwork out of the way so there would be no hitches in the daily flow of work. Clearing Ichimaru’s desk gave him his stage. He couldn’t very well hang around all day in his captain’s quarters waiting for him to come home; Kira had work to do too. And so his desk would take the place of his captain’s futon as it had been in the dream. So he washed and set away his captain’s ink stone and brush in a drawer as well as the various papers and pile of books that sat on his desk.

The room was set, only one thing left to do. Kira glanced up at the clock on the wall; 12:15, perfect there was still plenty of time. Kira went back into the main room and picked up the bag sitting next to his desk to disappear into the bathroom that adjoined the office. Fortunately, the bathroom was a part of his own office; he would not have to walk down the hall or find some creative way to conceal his clothing. He could merely wear his kosode over it for the sake of general discretion.

He locked the door upon entering and set down the bag, finally getting to see what was in it. The blush spread further and further over his face as he unpacked the various garments wondering exactly what he’d gotten himself into. He stared for a moment trying to decide what went on first eventually settling on completely disrobing and then figuring it out from there.

Once he was completely naked he picked up what appeared to be underwear. It was made of a glossy looking black satin with red elastic. Kira reflected that the style was much like his daily fundoshi but flashier. Pulling the thin garment up over his hips though he discovered it was actually quite different. For one the garment was much tighter and smaller; perhaps Yumichika had been right about that size difference thing. He rearranged himself a little in the front but it did nothing to alleviate the discomfort of the back strap bunched up between his exposed butt cheeks.

Figuring it couldn’t be helped Kira picked up the next garment. This was clearly some sort of shirt or tank top but the fabric was completely sheer black netting. The sides and seems were decorated in red piping, with a little red bow on the front. The garment looked made for a woman the way it cut into two distinct bra-like cups but in blind faith Kira tried to put it on.

It surprisingly fit, something Kira was thankful for and when he turned to look in the mirror to see how it looked he turned as red as the detailing on the not-shirt was. You could see straight through the triangle shaped pieces over his chest, nipples showing through in a darker hue tinted by the black. Fabric cut away from the tighter part around his chest into a sort of half skirt that was about waist length. Of course, it didn’t really cover anything since it cut away from the center of the chest in an upside-down “V” that fluttered uselessly to his sides revealing the long expanse of his too skinny abdomen all the way to his hips where the thong was, barely in place. Little blond curls poked up above the edge and Kira tried pointlessly to tug the tight undergarment up but it barely budged only to slip back down again.

Kira gave up on that and reached for the last thing before him. Kira looked at the thigh-high netted stockings with slight distaste not sure how to get them on without breaking the large netting. He sat down on the cold floor. His bare bottom felt strange against the tightly woven tatami but he ignored it, focusing on delicately pulling one stocking up his leg. He pulled it up as far as it could go, elastic holding it in place at mid thigh. Small red bows to match decorated the outer sides of each stocking for good measure. The other one he put on too, fighting from time to time with the flimsy netting.

With everything in place he took one more furtive glance at himself in the mirror. He decided he wasn’t going to do that again. He hoped this appeared sexy to his captain, but all Kira could see was the sheer ridiculousness of such feminine clothing on a decidedly not feminine body. He pulled on his black kosode again running over in his mind anything he could say or do to possibly offset the sheer ridiculousness of the outfit. Then again it was rather…suggestive. Maybe that alone would be enough.

Kira prepared what he would say anyway.

He tied the kosode shut loosely and gathering the rest of his clothes into the bag, bravely stepping out of the bathroom and back into the office. He dropped the bag off at his desk stuffing it under it before taking the few steps across the room to Ichimaru’s office.

The door still stood open, sans his captain and so Kira stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

Now was the hard part; waiting. He sat down on the edge of the desk and watched the clock with bated breath as the minutes seemed to drag on. At about 12:50 he started to worry, maybe his captain was running late or something. How long was he going to be sitting here in these uncomfortable clothes in such a vulnerable position? The danger of being discovered by someone else other than his captain started to build in the pit of his stomach.

Reason reared its beautiful head. Since when did anyone come to bother his captain during work hours? Kira couldn’t recall one instance in perhaps a month. He let his thoughts drift back to the dream he’d had earlier which was possibly not the wisest thing to do as it made his already tight thong feel unbearably tight. He rearranged the fabric again under his robes to no avail.

The door slid open all of a sudden and Kira’s attention snapped to the door with a hopeful smile. The only one who would enter the office without knocking would be-

To his inextricable horror Aizen-taichou walked through the door.

There was neither time nor place to disappear to. Kira wished he hadn’t been sitting at center stage on Ichimaru-taichou’s desk; maybe he would have had a chance to shunpo away then. Suddenly all of his flawless planning had gone terribly sour.

Kind yet focused eyes settled on the Third Division Vice-captain and Kira shrank beneath that gaze.

“Kira-kun, have you seen Ichimaru?” He asked as simply as if over afternoon tea.

Kira crossed his legs nervously in front of him but didn’t leave his perch on Ichimaru-taichou’s desk. That would have only drawn more attention to his attire which as it was his fishnet stocking clad legs were still perfectly visible.

“N-n-no…Aizen-t-t-taichou. He ha-hasn’t returned yet.” He barely managed to get out. The room felt hot again but his embarrassment was born of a different feeling than it had when his thoughts had been on his current captain.

“Ah, I see.” His gaze left Kira’s face to travel down Kira’s frame and the blond felt more naked than he already did. For a moment it seemed he was going to turn and leave but Kira’s hope was short-lived. “Out of my own intellectual curiosity, why are you not dressed for work?”

Kira’s face paled a few tones. In all of his preparing dialogue for how this event would play out, he hadn’t thought for a second what to say if things went wrong. “My um..my hakama got ripped and dirty this morning practicing…I didn’t have any other clean pairs…” Kira lied. To him the lie seemed obvious but Aizen-taichou seemed to believe it for a moment before his eyes traveled once again down Kira’s form, he shivered, and steadied on Kira’s strange choice in leg wear.

“Hm, that’s no good. You should keep spare ones in case of such incidents.” He commented and Kira nodded solemnly. He was about to excuse himself with some lame excuse of asking one of the lower officers to borrow a pair when Aizen continued. “Perhaps Gin would have a pair you could borrow, hm?”

If possible, Kira paled more. This was not going as planned at all. “R-r-re-Really, Aizen-taichou….It’s alright. My work is done for the day so I should really just be heading back anyway…” Kira stumbled over the words trying to politely tell the captain no. It wasn’t really working. Aizen’s expression seemed slightly critical although his gentle smile never changed.

“Aya? What’s this, Gobantaichou-san standing in ma office? I saw ya jus’ earlier too….” Kira heard the drawl more than saw the man who had spoken since Aizen-taichou’s broad form was blocking the doorway. The brown haired captain moved out of the way to regard Ichimaru.

“Gin, perfect timing. Kira-kun had a question for you.” He said motioning to the vice-captain who had at least had the mind to get off of his captain’s desk and take a few steps away.

Kira wasn’t sure things could get any worse. It took him so long to think of what to say that Ichimaru spoke first.

“Wha’ happened to yer pants, Izuru? Ya get hot er somethin’?” Kira could have sworn for a second that smile had turned to a knowing smirk. Aizen-taichou seemed to have not seen it.

“Th-they got dirty…” He stumbled, blush returning to his face. “Aizen-taichou said I should ask you if you have any that I could perhaps borrow briefly…” He looked to Aizen for aid as he said this but the man regarded him as if he had never suggested any such thing to the vice-captain.

Ichimaru scratched his head comically, his grin becoming contemplative. “Not tha’ I got jus’ sittin’ around ‘ere in da office, ya know? Maybe back at my place tho’…” His tone was suggestive as his gaze roaming Kira’s body so much slower than the quick scan Aizen-taichou had made. His gaze stopped at the hem of Kira’s kosode locking on to Kira’s stocking clad calves making Kira feel a hundred times more exposed.

Either Aizen-taichou failed to notice the tone or chose to ignore it. “I need to talk to you, Gin.” He said simply. Ichimaru’s gaze was ripped from Kira to the other captain.

He smiled. “O’ course. Since ya went ta the trouble a’ seekin me out I s’ppose I can chat fer a little bit.” He turned his head to look at Kira again, “Izuru, if ya wanna wait fer me I can see to those pants yer missin’?” Aizen regarded Ichimaru for a moment before turning back to Kira to hear the response as if watching some verbal tennis match.

Kira’s head swam with heat. He was sure his face must be fifty shades of red but neither captain regarded him in a way that they could feel his discomfort. Perhaps it seemed Ichimaru’s smile was a little wider than usual; surely Kira assumed he knew how uncomfortable this conversation was making him but Aizen-taichou’s expression was like a rock; the same impassable, fatherly professionalism that Kira had always known it as his whole life. That unyielding expression unnerved him far more than his own captain’s teasing smile. It made it hard for him to think, he couldn’t process what Ichimaru-taichou was saying or even what he thought. There was but one thing running through his mind.

Get the hell out of this office.

“That’s alright, Ichimaru-taichou. I’ve finished my work for today; I think I’ll head home.” Kira gently refused. In the back of his mind he could still think only of getting away; repeated over and over like a mantra and overshadowed only by his rapidly beating heart.

Ichimaru frowned slightly. “Alrigh’, suit yer self then.” He said moving out of the doorway for Kira to duck past the two captains. Ichimaru looked over his shoulder watching Kira retrieve a bag from under his desk before running out of the office. He crossed his arms over his chest, burying his hands in his sleeves; a large frown in place of his usual Cheshire grin. “Look whatcha did, Aizen-taichou~. Ya scared da poor thing off…”

“Sorry to ruin all your fun, Gin.”

“Maa, I s’ppose it can’ be helped.” He shrugged, gliding around Aizen to sit down at his desk which he noticed was curiously devoid of nearly all its usual clutter. “Now wha’ was it ya were needin’?”

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Later, once Kira had changed out of that outfit he realized in a sudden burst of intelligence that he had passed up his opportune moment. Ichimaru-taichou had even asked him to stick around until he was done talking to Aizen-taichou, or even go back to his captain’s quarters. And what had Kira said? No.

He was beyond stupid. He had been made dumb by the sheer embarrassment of the situation he had only brought on himself. He could’ve waited for his captain to return from being out to make sure he would be in his office and then changed but no, he just had to have the element of surprise.

Someone had been surprised alright. He showed a side of himself to his previous captain, Aizen-taichou that he had never wished to show anyone else. It was a part of himself he reserved solely for Ichimaru-taichou.

And when the man who was the object of his affection had asked for it Kira had politely refused, too confounded by embarrassment and frustration to even notice the opportunity handed to him on a silver platter.

He was now dressed in a simple green cotton yukata, sitting in his room with absolutely nothing to do. He looked around, settling his thoughts on his desk drawer. Maybe that was still in there from his birthday.

Kira got up and went over to the desk opening the drawer. Sure enough, taking up nearly the whole drawer with its sheer size was the jug of sake Matsumoto and Hisagi had gotten him together for his birthday. It had sat there untouched the last few months as Kira didn’t drink very much. At least not alone, though he did enjoy doing so with a few close friends. However every time he had offered to bring the jug with him to one of these little parties the two had always refused saying that sake was for him and him alone.

He never drank alone, but he was willing to make an exception this once.

Kira took the jug and the cup also in the drawer walking back over and setting both on the table. He poured himself a rather liberal drink, eyes settling on the bag of clothes again.

Surely Ichiamru-taichou had noticed his attire earlier. How could he not when their daily uniforms were usually so concealing? He had seen those eyes all but ravage his body and he wished not for the first time that fate hadn’t reared its ugly head and made Aizen-taichou appear at the most inopportune moment.

Kira drank deep before considering for a moment how silly it was to be sitting here alone drowning his troubles in a giant bottle of sake. Could he go back maybe and see if Ichimaru-taichou was still at the office? Kira wasn’t sure he wanted to go back, he had embarrassed himself enough for one day and the alcohol worked through his limbs quickly encouraging lethargy and another drink.

He had missed his moment, there was no way to go back and reclaim it. Maybe it was time to just give up and resort to waiting for Ichimaru-taichou to regain interest.

Either that or beg at his feet for mercy.

Regardless, there was nothing left that could help his current situation and so Kira decided the best solution was drinking the day away into what he hoped would be a better tomorrow.

But at this point, he wasn’t holding his breath.

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A/N: All done with this one! Hope everyone liked it!! ::dodges knives and other sharp objects:: Okay, I’m sorry for being so mean to the poor bastard. He was so close today too. Go throw your sharp objects at Aizen-taichou, not me!! This chapter turned out super long…Next one will probably be even longer. Thanks so much to everyone who follows this! Please review! It makes me so happy and spurs me to write more!