I Thought You Were Untouchable

Byakuya walked in the Central 46 and the checkpoints with guards. He didn’t understand why he of all people had to be there to see Aizen. But these were his orders and he couldn’t just disobey orders. He made a promise to his parents at their graves that he would follow every rule and order to the letter. 

“Ahh, Kuchiki-taichou,” A councilor said from behind the noble. He waited for Byakuya to turn around so he could continue. 

While turning and looking at the man behind him, Byakuya took notice that the councilor was tall, pale skinned like he was, and that he had long brown hair with mysterious blue eyes. He was perhaps from one of the other clans. Most of the central forty-six were. “Yes?”

“We have been expecting you. Follow me I will explain the details of your orders.”

The noble nodded and followed the councilor into his office that was down the hall. Once they were inside the councilor had closed the door and took a seat at his desk. “Please, take a seat.” He told the noble. Byakuya nodded and sat down waiting for an explanation. “I imagine you are wondering why you are here.” The councilor commented. 

Byakuya suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the man. Obviously Byakuya wanted answers and for one that did not like to wait, he shot a glare at the man. “Hai,” 

The councilor smiled softly, nodding. “Well, first I am Councilor Fukuda Junichi of the Fukuda clan. I am one of the caretakers of the prisoners here, such as Aizen Sosuke.” 

The noble raised a fine brow. “Fukuda…? Your clan is one who decided to rebuild the half blood prison, ne?” 

Junichi nodded. “Hai, the council of my clan believes commoners should not blend with the nobles. Not all of us are in agreement though.” 

“I see, and you are one of the ones who do not agree?” 

Nodding again, Junichi’s eyes took a somber state which made Byakuya think there was a story behind his beliefs, but as of right now the noble did not care to know. “But back to why you are here Kuchiki-taichou—we need your assistance with our investigation.” 

“Investigation?” Byakuya queried. What could they possibly want to investigate? Aizen was in prison where he would never be let out along with the Hōgyoku.

“Do you recall receiving a report of the break-in of the underground prison?” 

“No, I do not recall.” The noble replied, he was deeply disturbed about hearing this. He had not heard of such a breach in the Central Fourty-six. 

Junichi stood and walked to one of his cabinets. He pulled out a drawer and looked for the folder quickly and swiftly returning to his desk once he found the report. Handing the report to the noble then sitting back down, he continued as the noble looked over the report. “There was an explosion in the underground night before last. We do not know who or possibly what did this but it was to Aizen’s cell.” 

Feeling even more unnerved than before while listening and finished reading, Byakuya shifted his cool grey eyes to the blue eyed man. “What do you believe I should do by simply talking to Aizen Sosuke?” He asked. It was a fair enough question. Despite being concerned about it, he honestly didn’t see what good he could do. 

“We believe since Aizen has seemed to fancy you—even before his betrayal—that you could question him.” 

The noble narrowed his eyes distrusting the councilor’s words. “Seduction to make him talk will not work.” 

“My, Kuchiki-taichou, you do not have to have se-“

Without further listening to Junichi, Byakuya stood, glaring at the man before him. “You might think twice before finishing that sentence.” He said warningly. No matter of the association with the traitor was before. Byakuya certainly had no intention on accepting this order. 

“Stepped on a nerve, have I?” Junichi said with a mocking gaze. “I apologize.” 

“Hmm,” The noble hummed at the insincerity of his apology. “I would appreciate that you find someone other than me for your tactics.” 

“Kuchiki-taichou, all you have to do is have a small chat with him. We are sure he will speak with you. He hasn’t said a thing to us.” Junichi reasoned. 

The noble shook his head. “I refuse.” With that said he walked out of the office leaving the councilor sitting at his desk with a victorious smirk upon his face.

~*~

“Renji, I do not intend on playing ‘matchmaker’ with you.” Miyako said while walking out to the main room and sitting down.

“Come on Miyako,” Renji pleaded. “we helped Rukia and Inoue, didn’t we?” The redhead sat down in a chair while Miyako and Zane had sat in the other two adjacent his. 

Zane kept quiet and averted his gaze away from the others while looking around. He had never been in his taichou’s home before. 

“Hai, we did,” Miyako agreed, completely ignoring Zane for the moment.

“So what’s the problem with doin’ the same with Taichou and Zane?” The redhead asked. 

Shifting her long purple braid slightly so it was on her shoulder instead of behind her, she sighed. “It was different with the others.” 

Renji gave her a side long glance. “How?” His red-brown hues looking into her golden ringed grey ones.

“Rukia-san and Inoue-san wanted to be together but they did not know how to say it to one another. Neither of know if Byakuya-sama likes this man.” She said gesturing to the brunette. 

Zane saw her nod to him and he shifted uncomfortably when Renji’s eyes shifted to him as well. “..That’s what I said…” He muttered under his breath after his mind registered her statement. 

Renji almost snorted. “Well, we’ll just have to get him to like him won’t we?” 

“Renji, you do not simply just make someone like or love another if their heart is not in it.” Miyako countered. 

Renji shook his head, making his long red locks shift with it. “We aren’t gonna force ‘im. We’ll just set subtle hints.” 

The noble gave him an expression saying ‘like that would ever work.’ Honestly, Miyako liked Renji—probably a bit more than she really should—but really with Renji nothing was subtle in the least. “Nothing and I mean nothing you do is subtle, Renji.” 

The redhead shrugged. “Ya weren’t complainin’ when we were hookin’ up Rukia and Inoue.” 

“True, but with Byakuya-sama we must not do anything that will likely have us on the other end of Senbonzakura. I love to spar but I do not wish to die if not needed to.” 

Renji grinned knowingly. “So…” He said leaning closer to the noble, making her color slightly. “Does that mean you’ll help me out?” 

Her eyes widened and she flushed a deeper crimson. She nodded after shifting a bit. “Very well,”