The Degeneracy of Shinigami [R-18]

Day 4

Mashiro was surprisingly right on time.

"I'm in the bathroom. Just sit down anywhere. I gotta show you something," Nell called to her.

Mashiro closed the door behind her and did as she was told, taking a seat on the former Espada's bed. After a couple minutes had passed, Nel emerged from the bathroom completely nude with a huge grin on her face. "What do you think?"

Her houseguest stared blankly. "Uhhh, I think something's missing."

"Oh, right." Nel dashed back in the bathroom and grabbed her 'Bubbles' necklace off the sink. She always took it off when she showered.

"It was either that or some clothes," Mashiro said sarcastically.

"Tadaaaa!" Nel spread her arms wide and looked at Mashiro for approval.

"Nice rack," Mashiro said, not knowing what she was supposed to be looking at.

"No, dummy." She walked closer to her accomplice and pointed to her pubic hair. "Look. It's a 'K'."

Mashiro's jaw dropped as she saw that Nel had very skillfully shaved a 'K' in her privates.

"Ohhhhh-kaaaay." She wasn't following.

Nel pointed to a pen on the small desk in the corner of her room. "Now I need you to take that, and close in this '3' for me." She plopped onto her bed laying face down, exposing the large tattoo that covered her back.

"What do you mean, close it in?" Mashiro asked while picking up the pen.

"I mean," the sultry hollow propped herself up on her elbows, "make it into a 'B'."

"A 'B'?"

"Yeah. 'BK'…get it?"

"Burger King?" Mashiro asked, totally confused.

"No, you idiot, Byakuya Kuchiki."

Mashiro started to smirk. "Are you serious? Won't it smear when you put your clothes on?"

"It's henna so it should be fine." Nel pulled her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. "Now let's get this party started."

"Holy shit," her accomplice said before she burst out laughing. "That's classic. I gotta get a picture of this."

The finished product was everything Nel thought it would be. She only hoped it had the effect on Captain Kuchiki that she hoped it would. Now all she had to do was send a note to him saying that Yoruichi needed to speak with him about something urgent and to meet in her office later. Of course, when he got there her captain would be nowhere to be found, but she would be.

Byakuya couldn't imagine what Yoruichi could possibly need to speak to him about, especially at this hour. At least he hadn't run into her lieutenant. After last night that was the last thing he wanted to do. What in the world had possessed her to approach him in such a way? Yet, now that he was standing in front of Yoruichi's office, he had to admit he was slightly frustrated that he hadn't seen her. 'This is nonsense. What's wrong with me? She doesn't matter to me in the slightest. Now let's get this over with.'

Knock-knock-knock.

"It's open, Captain," called a female voice.

Byakuya opened the door, having failed to notice that the person inviting him in was definitely NOT Yoruichi, who in addition would never have called him 'Captain'. There was no way he could have been prepared for what he saw upon entering the room. Yoruichi's desk had been cleared, and her lieutenant's naked body was sprawled seductively across it. Her head hung off the side, blue-green hair slightly brushing the floor with that ibex-bone helm her only concession to dress. One arm was back behind her head, seemingly tangled in her long locks. Her back was arched up in a graceful curve, taut nipples pointed toward the sky. One leg was draped over the side of the desk while the other was bent.

"Move your right leg a little over to the left. Perfect, now don't move."

He didn't even notice the green-haired Visored until she spoke. She was seated in a chair in the corner of the room with a sketch book almost covering her whole face. He could hear the gentle scratching of her pencil on the paper. Neither of them so much as glanced in his direction, which was just fine with him because otherwise there would be no way they could miss the massive erection he was sporting. He should have just backed out slowly. They wouldn't have known he was ever there, but he couldn't move. Couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him, and definitely couldn't speak. He traced over every inch of her perfect frame with his eyes. He wanted her breasts in his hands and his cock in her…

"Hey. You're not Captain Yoruichi." Mashiro had decided it was time someone said something. She was tired of playing tic-tac-toe with herself.

Byakuya cleared his throat, still not taking his eyes off the desk. Nel slowly lifted her head and turned to the door. "Oh, dear. This is so embarrassing. Mashiro, quick get me something to put on."

Mashiro placed her sketchbook face down on the desk, lest the captain see what she was really drawing, and exited the room. Their acting was terrible, but the fact that they were a tad too calm for something that really should have been a horrifying experience went unnoticed by the Kuchiki Lord. A bomb could have gone off under the desk and he probably wouldn't have noticed. Byakuya knew he should have turned away to give her some kind of privacy but he didn't… he couldn't.

Nel sat up and shook her hair out for absolutely no reason but to mess with her target's head. Byakuya's breathing was becoming ragged but he tried his best to control it. 'Where the hell is that girl with some clothes?' the desperate shinigami thought to himself. Nel swung her legs over and stood, making a half-assed attempt at covering her breasts with an arm. She pretended to look frantically around for something to cover her bottom half. Spotting a random folder they'd removed from Yoruichi's desk, she picked it up and covered up her 'K'. But then something unfortunate happened. She dropped it…accidentally, of course. Papers scattered all over the floor and naturally like the gentleman he was, Byakuya came to pick them up. It was the least he could do considering the position he'd put her in.

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