Caught

Byakuya x Yoruichi

Notes: I decided to do a new Byakuya x Yoruichi fan fic. I do not own bleach, it is owned by Tite Kubo! Please review! If you like this couple, support them by joining the 'Byakuya x Yoruichi' community!

Chapter 1

Byakuya Kuchiki was noble, lustre and pallid. His immaculate jet black hair and refined Haori (captain jacket) swayed with the wind as he advanced silently between the white walls of the Seireitei. Eyes sombre and focused, he rested a hand on his scabbard, cautious of his surroundings, but still his mind revolved around one thing: work. Work was why Byakuya was eager to get to his office – he was desperate to finish reading those recruitment applications so that he could do what he loved most – his calligraphy.

Once reached the squad six quarters, he swiftly made his way to his office sliding the door behind him. Byakuya remained unnoticed by all those under him until they felt his spiritual pressure penetrate through the opaque walls. He knelt down to his wooden desk, scanning each form and then dividing them into two piles of which were 'accepted' and 'rejected'; one being larger that the other.

He continued to swiftly organise the documents undisturbed, until now. Byakuya's spine stiffened as he sensed a distinctive reiatsu, though he would deny it, even greater than his own. Appearing unaffected, he continued his task.

"Byakuya…" the deep voice teased. It was her alright – Byakuya felt this voice circle his ear down to his neck, leaving him shivering slightly.

"Shihouin-sama, how can I be of assistance?" he uttered blankly. Byakuya looked over his shoulder expecting to see a black cat, but saw nothing.

"Oh Byakuya, you know I don't like it when you call me that…" Byakuya's head turned to see the 'demon cat' lounging on its back over the sheets of paper, "…it makes me feel old."

"Well, you are a good hundred years or so older than myself."

"And I'm a good thousand steps or so faster. May I ask what you're up to?"

"Work." He said, running his fingers up and down the cat's tummy. Yoruichi purred looking into his stormy grey eyes.

"As usual."

"Now, I have given you what you wanted. Get off of my papers and leave." he enjoined, sliding his hands off of Yoruichi's stomach.

"Aww…I was just getting comfortable. Besides, what man wants to do work when he has a hot young girl - such as myself - lying on a desk before him?"

"Shihouin-sama…"

"Oh come on – as if the thought hasn't crossed your mind!" White smoke emitted from the black cat blew all of Byakuya's perfectly organised piles to the floor. Yoruichi had transformed into her original form before Byakuya on his desk. His eyes widened slightly, in shock, unable to come to terms with what he was seeing.

"Yoruichi!" Byakuya exclaimed standing up and turning away. The nude princess chuckled.

"I knew you'd stop using 'sama' if I did this! Come on, Byakuy-bo, take a peek!" She rolled onto her stomach, swinging her legs in the air causing even more documents to fall to the ground.

"Please, put this on." Byakuya murmured, almost with desperation. Closing his eyes, he hastily slid off his Haori, turned around and flung the jacket over to her, promptly returning to his stance.

"Kuchiki-kun, you know I'm only playing with you," A warm smile spread across her face as she grabbed the Haori and slid it on in a flash. "Its okay, I'm clothed now." The prince slowly opened his eyes and faced her. She sat cross-legged on his desk.

"You never seize to disturb me do you? Look at the mess you have caused." Byakuya flash-stepped around the room, and in a matter of seconds gathered all of the loose sheets into a neat pile. He replaced them next to Yoruichi on the desk, and knelt again returning to his work.

"You know Byakuya-bo, if you'd of asked me I would've cleaned this whole room in a quarter of the time it took you." Byakuya stopped reading.

"Oh? What a smart mouth for a woman who doesn't even know the meaning of the word 'clean'. I've seen the state of your chamber."

"And yet you've stayed there for a whole night, Byakuya." Yoruichi smirked seeing him shake his head at the thought. "Anyway, I too would stay and help, but you're just too proud for that!" The bronzed-beauty pounced off of the desk and pranced towards the slide-open doors.

"Shihouin-sama, you are still wearing my Haori." He reminded, flicking through an application.

"I know…" She whispered, flash-stepping away. Byakuya realised where this was going, dropped his work and stood. "Challenge accepted." He whispered back, and too flash-stepped away.