For Old Times Sake

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I'm just a lowly fan girl so don't sue me.

Author's Note: Sorry, everyone who cared about this story. I've been way busy with other projects. *bows franticly* I've finally updated. ^^

Yoruichi had been haunting his dreams for the longest. She would smile, (that damnable challenging smile) thump his nose or some other nonsense, and flash away. Even in his dreams he wouldn't be able to catch her. Since, her sudden return to the Soul Society, he dreamt about her with even more regularity. The fact pissed him off highly. Byakuya Kuchiki was a master of control. Why the hell couldn't he just control his subconscious? He never had the problem before.

As the sun's rays were just hitting the earth, the shinigami shuffled to his bathroom and washed his face. He frowned at the dark circles under his eyes.

That demon cat was the cause for his sleepless, uncomfortable nights. He was the head of the noble Kuchiki Family. He had duties to attend to, important matters to authorize. I have no time for flighty fancies. He thought as he inexplicably started toward the Shihouin Manor. And especially not staring that damn cat.

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"Soi Fon?"

"Yes, Lady?" The servant-friend was trying to fashion Yoruichi's signature ponytail, while her mistress pulled on her shoes.

"I want you to be the first to know…"

"What about, Lady?"

"I don't intent on staying in the Soul Society forever. In fact, I'll be going back to the human world in a few days."

The Goddess and the maid sat on the bed. "You are more than welcome to come with me. I'm staying with Urahara, as you know. He wouldn't mind at all if I brought you."

Silence ~~~

"…What are you running from Yoruichi? Why can't you stay in one place?"

The Goddess's eyes widened at the question. Her friend was too damn perceptive.

I'm running from my past. I'm running from the memories this place holds. I'm running as hard as I can! And I still can't seem to get away.

Instead of answering, Yoruichi hugged Soi Fon tight.

"If you wanna come your more than welcome." Yoruichi said as she released her.

"But, Lady eventually thi-" The maid's words were cut short at an insistent knock on the door. Soi Fon scuttled to the entrance.

"Mrs. Yoruichi, you have a caller. Master Byakuya wishes to speak with you."

The girl lowered her voice to a whisper. "He looks angry."

Yoruichi rolled her eyes. She was tempted to send him on his way, just to cheese him off a little more. But years trained in manners and culture (and curiosity) won out. She languidly slid of the bed and was surprised to see Little Byakuya…so well…he looked like hell.

She laughed, and gave him a big squeeze, as she told him so. He scowled.

Byakuya gave a deep bow trying to buy time. He still didn't know what the fuck he was doing there.

"Lady Yoruichi. Would you honor me with dinner this evening?"

He was just as shocked by the words as she was. Then he smiled inwardly. This was simply a war tactic. He rationalized. Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer. Yoruichi fit into neither of those categories and both. I suppose my subconscious is good for something other than imbecilic imaginings. He would have to pat himself on the back later for being so clever.

"I would love to. But! First things first, little Byakuya-Boo."

He raised an eyebrow at the irritating endearment. Even after a century, the damn nickname still irked.

She sprung out and tapped his shoulder. "Your it!"

Will I ever grow out of this? He gave chase shunpo-style to the Goddess who could never be caught.

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