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            <title>Part One</title>
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            <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The noble sat at his patio in his gardens, looking up the
stars and moon. He sighed contently whilst sipping his tea. It was New Years
Eve, around nine or ten he figured. Only couple hours left of this year and a
new would begin.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He remembered that when he was married he would sit where he
was sitting now with his wife when she was alive. They would talk quietly
underneath the stars, telling one another stories, sharing gentle kisses, and
tell each other of hopes of the New Year. It was a pleasant memory. The first
year of her passing, his emotions were still raw from losing his beloved wife;
he hadn’t gone out to watch the fireworks to ring in the New Year. He had
instead buried himself in work. He didn’t want to feel such pain from the
memories he was left with. Even after he had adopted Rukia, he had always made
the excuse that he was busy. That is, until after her execution. That’s when he
actually started to try making amends for being so cold. He tried to treat her
as his beloved sibling and celebrate with her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;At first, it was very silent sometimes awkward at the
beginning but it would eventually shift to a comfortable silence. He hated
that…the fact that he was so cold to Rukia, could make everything…&lt;i&gt;messy. &lt;/i&gt;It was bad enough that she was
scared to talk to him, but after a while she would barely look at him and not
in the eyes either. So then after a few years Byakuya had tried to start and
keep a conversation going with Rukia. It was amusing to see her jump slightly
every time she would get a reply out of him since he was usually so quiet and
reserved. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But this year was quiet for the most part; mostly because
the noble’s sister decided to go to the living world to be with her nakama for
the holiday. He didn’t mind it though. He was used to being alone and the
holidays were no different.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;He sipped his tea contently, not noticing someone had walked
through the garden gates. He only noticed when he had heard a deep voice behind
him. “Happy New Year, Taichou.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jumping ever so slightly from being startled, Byakuya set
his cup down and looked behind him. He saw a flash of bright crimson strands
and dark thick tattoos. “Abarai,” He looked more closely at the redhead. He
noticed immediately the casual clothing; a casual kimono with red and black
that suited his fukutaichou perfectly against his tanned, tattooed skin, and
bright crimson hair. His brow furrowed slightly. He had seen that kimono
somewhere before. Perhaps another time Renji had worn it? He didn’t know. “What
are you doing here?” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Renji rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks tinted a
bit red. “Uh, well…I thought you’d might want some company is all.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Why?” The noble wondered. “I thought you were joining Rukia
in the living world.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The other shrugged as his blush faded. “I did go with her but
came back when she said you’d be alone.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“And why would you worry about that?” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Letting his arm drop back down to his side he took a few
steps closer to the older man. “Because I don’t think anyone should be alone
during a holiday.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Byakuya’s lips tightened into a thin line and he nodded over
to the seat across from his. “I am accustomed to being alone for the holidays.”
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Well,” said the redhead. He took the offered seat across
from his taichou. “I guess this holiday &lt;i&gt;I
&lt;/i&gt;don’t wanna be alone.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“I see,” He poured the red-haired lieutenant a cup of tea.
“and you do not mind being with me?” As soon as he had said the question his
face became a dark shade of red. “I mean, for the New Year holiday.” He added. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Renji smiled, noticing the blush that rose to the noble’s
cheeks. He took a sip of his tea before answering. “Nah, we spend every day in
the office, so I don’t really mind being with ya now.” He replied
good-naturedly. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“Of course,” The noble replied softly. “So you just left
your friends to be with me?” He asked raising a brow. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Shrugging again, Renji’s smile warmed. “Well, I said goodbye
to them before I left, if that’s what you meant.” He answered, knowing that’s
not exactly how his superior meant it. “Rukia just mentioned you bein’ alone
tonight that I thought you would kinda be lonely, so I came to give you
company. But if you’re more comfortable alone I ca—“&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;“No,” Byakuya interrupted suddenly that even shocked him “It
is fine, you may stay.” He wasn’t sure why he said it but he wanted the redhead
to stay. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Renji furrowed his brows, he was confused for a moment but
then he grinned knowingly. “Okay,” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;What am I doing? I
should not have said that. &lt;/i&gt;The noble thought to himself, he saw the
redhead’s grin and his blush deepened against his will. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Renji looked up to the sky. “Won’t be long now,” He
muttered. “By the way the moon is, ya can kinda tell there’s only a while left
before we start a new year.” &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Byakuya’s gaze drifted up to the sky. It was indeed almost
time for when the fireworks would go off and ring in the New Year. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The fukutaichou dropped his gaze back down to the
raven-haired noble. “So…” He began. “Do you have any resolutions for the new
year?”&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2013 01:23:16 +0100</pubDate>
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