Warnings: no idea when this takes place, but certainly either during the SS arc, or before it.
Cats. The one thing Byakuya could remember that he was allergic to. He also hated them with a slight passion, yet he found himself staring into hazel green cat-like eyes first thing in the morning. Immediately following the small meow that escaped the kitten's mouth, the stoic Kuchiki sneezed hard enough he thought his brains were going to burst from his nose and splatter against his bed sheets.
Reaching for the Kleenex on his bedside table, he wiped his nose, and bore down at the small kitten. Again, it meowed with it's tiny little voice.
"…how did you get in here?" Not that Byakuya particularly cared, nor wanted to keep it, but something that small didn't place it's self on his high bed.
Glancing around the room, as if looking for signs the perpetrator might have left behind, but finding none, he looked back down. "…You can't stay here."
Meow.
Sneeze.
"Something has to be done." And it wasn't that he was afraid to touch the kitten, he wasn't, but he would break out in a mass of red hives that ruined his complexion.
Sliding out from under the sheets, he looked down to find at least four more kittens snuggled into and around his slippers. He was going to need those thrown out now.
Sneeze.
Stepping onto the cold wood floor, he gave a slight shiver, and padded toward the door. Opening it, he found several more kittens in a box with a note attached.
Kuchiki Taichou-chan,
I thought you could use something to brighten up your day. They say kittens are soothing, and you need it bad. You're walking a little funny, buddy. Or was it last night that did that?
There was no mistaking it. The writing-sneeze-was Ichimaru Gin's. The bastard was going to die for causing this much trouble. Or at least he was going to wish he were dead the next time they got into a quarrel.