The Degeneracy of Shinigami [R-18]

"Fairy boy?"

"Oh come on," she said sauntering toward him. "I'd have already had to knock you out if you were straight. So just give me a few tips and I'll leave you to do…whatever it is you do."

"First, being overzealous is very unattractive. Second, whatever gave you the idea that I wasn't straight?"

She stared at him blankly for a moment before throwing her head back in laughter. 'What gave me the idea he wasn't straight…Uhh, everything.' She had to admit he was good, very smooth. He must have studied under Shunsui or maybe Kisuke. No, Kisuke wasn't smooth, he was something beyond that.

Yumichika shrugged, "Etiquette lesson huh? Ok, fine." He stood and walked toward her. "Etiquette is a code of behavior that outlines expectations for social behavior according to the norms within a society, social class, or group. Now, since you are here in my room, your conduct should be pleasing to me. Just as if you were to meet with the Head Captain you would…or should, behave the way he would expect you to."

Kukaku listened quietly, all while thinking she could really care less how others expected her to act. Nevertheless, she nodded her head like a good student. Seeing she was paying attention, Yumichika continued, "Now, do you think I consider it polite for a naked woman to stand in the middle of my floor?"

"I don't care what you consider polite," she said raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to learn or not Lady Shiba?" he said sarcastically.

"Not really."

"Humor me. Now answer the question," he said as he settled in front of her.

"What was the question again, Sensei?" she asked mockingly.

He moved a step closer. "Do you think I consider it polite for a woman…namely you, to stand naked in the middle of my floor?"

"Sorry, fairy boy," she said laughing and slapping him on the shoulder. "I guess not." She turned to retrieve her clothes, but he caught her arm mid turn.

"You're wrong. I find it very considerate of you."

Kukaku didn't bother to hide her confused expression. She was beginning to suspect that either this was a sick joke set up by Yoruichi or Yumichika was not gay. Laughing to herself, she quickly dismissed the latter…it was simply not possible. She tried to pull her arm from his grasp, but to her surprise he was much stronger than he looked. As if reading her mind, he released her.

"Now, since you are a guest, the courteous thing would be to offer you refreshments." He turned slowly and walked back to his chair. Just before sitting, he casually removed his hakama. 'He must find teaching very exciting,' she thought to herself upon seeing his erection.

Lieutenant Cifer obviously wasn't the only one who preferred to go commando. She was actually a little surprised, not only by his size, which was more than she would have expected from someone so small, but by what he was obviously implying.

"Would it be 'proper' for me to let you watch me eat while you go hungry?" she asked without missing a beat.

He considered what she said for a moment before a small smile crept across his face. "It's customary for the host to freshen up before …eating, and as a guest it would be polite to offer your assistance." He stood and headed for the bathroom leaving her dumbfounded and slightly curious.

Kukaku, never one to back away from a challenge, followed him into the bathroom. He was already in the shower, but the curtain was open as if he was sure she was coming. His eyes were closed and his head back, as he allowed the water pour onto his face. This was the best she had ever seen him look.

"Get in," he said sensing her presence. "It's good for your muscles. I'm sure you were sore after the last time."

"What?" Kukaku froze with one leg in the shower.

"Oh by the way I apologize for not practicing proper etiquette at our last meeting," he said with his eyes still closed. "However, since Grimmjow was, for lack of a better word, fucked up, I felt it was only proper to ensure that you were umm…taken care of. I knew Ikkaku was perfectly capable of getting him home without me."

Yumichika opened his eyes to see a look of pure horror on Kukaku's face as she finally understood the reason behind Grimmjow's apology. She looked into his purple eyes. "You're not gay," she said as if she were trying to force herself to believe it.

"Not at all," he said batting his eyelashes.

There were those damn sparkles again. He grabbed her wrist pulling her in the rest of the way.

"You know, Lady Shiba," he said. "While it was very polite of you to offer your assistance, we now have a larger problem on our hands. I'm not sure, but I don't think it would be proper etiquette for me to let you be in here…and not fuck the living daylights out of you."

Kukaku's jaw was on the floor.

Rangiku looked at the clock for the third time. Where the hell was Kukaku? She was an hour and a half late. None of them had seen or heard from her since the other night at the bar. She glanced around the room. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Her eyes met Yoruichi's, who looked at her wrist, obviously thinking the same thing she was. She sighed as she brought her cup to her lips when there was a loud bang at the door. Yoruichi ran to the door and slid open the small window.

"Kukaku!"

Yoruichi snatched the door open allowing Kukaku to stagger in. She fell to her knees clearly unable to carry her own weight. She was completely disheveled. Her usually messy hair was in even more disarray than usual, and her clothes were barely on her body. The women gathered around her in concern.

"What happened?" Yoruichi asked.

"Etiquette," she said between gasps. "I didn't realize it would be so strenuous." A wicked grin spread across her face as she watched everyone's expression turn from worry to confusion.

Yoruichi pulled a chair over for Kukaku to sit in while Rangiku got her a much needed drink. "Alright you hookers listen up," she started as they all gathered around her. "I don't have much time. I have to get back for some extra credit."

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