Title: Morning Crossword
Author: kaibasgirlx
Date: 1/3/10
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Byakuya/Soi Fon
Challenge - Table: C
Prompt: Inadequate
Rating: G
Disclaimer: [insert lame joke about owning detergent Bleach]
Author Note (optional): I made a ByaSoi colorbar last night. I is happy.

It wasn't every day the Captain of the 2nd Division could treat herself to a leisurely morning. Actually, it was very rare for Soi Fon to be doing much else besides work, training, and indulging in her hobby of collecting various cat items. But as it was, the latest issue of the Seireitei Communication had just arrived on her desk that day, and with most of the paperwork caught up, she began flipping through to see if there was anything interesting to read. That was when the crossword section caught her eye, and picking up a nearby pencil, began reading the questions with interest.

A six-letter word for stupid.

Soi Fon cracked a smirk. Omaeda she penciled in.

An eight letter word for majestic.

Soi Fon didn't have to think twice as she wrote Yoruichi. She glanced at the next one; this was turning out to be rather enjoyable.

A seven-letter word for arrogant.

That's easy, Soi Fon thought, as she wrote Byakuya.

A five-letter word for tramp.

She began to write Rangiku, but realized it didn't fit and changed it to Renji.

A seven-letter word for tuberculosis.

Ukitake.

A thirteen-letter word for scoundrel.

Urahara Kisuke Soi Fon wrote, applying more pressure than necessary.

A knock on the door interrupted her pastime just as she read the next question.

A six-letter word for sublime.

She furrowed her brow. This one needed some thought, she decided, as she looked around to see her vice-captain's chair empty. Well, this didn't surprise her, as Omaeda was hardly ever on time for anything. With a resigned sigh, and a silent promise to beat up her vice-captain the next time she saw him, she went to answer the door, the last person she expected to see standing there.

"Byakuya."

"Soi Fon." The 6th Division captain inclined his head.

Folding her arms across her chest and pursing her lips, the petite woman eyed the man before her. "I thought we agreed not to mix business with pleasure."

Byakuya looked slightly affronted that she could dare suggest he would come by simply for the pleasure of seeing her. "This is strictly a business call. I have some documents that are in need your signature right away, which my vice-captain forgot to deliver the night before."

Soi Fon arched a brow. Renji couldn't possibly be the only person capable of delivering documents in need of urgent signatures out of the entire 6th division. Sighing slightly, she finally acceded to stepping aside and letting him into her office.

"Let's make this quick," she said, as she sat down at her desk. Byakuya gave an imperceptible nod as he handed her the reports, glancing at the items on her desk. As Soi Fon busied herself with signing and stamping various documents, he picked up her unfinished crossword, arching a brow as he read the answers.

"A seven-letter word for arrogant. Byakuya?" He glanced over at her, as she stopped her signing to make a snatch for the paper.

"Give me that!"

"I'll give it to you when you're finished," he responded, a smirk quirking his lips as he read what she wrote for Urahara.

Soi Fon rolled her eyes as she tried to finish as quickly as possible. The next time Byakuya showed up saying he needed something signed; she was going to whip out Suzumebachi and leave her own personal signature on every part of his body.

"A six-letter word for sublime," he read aloud. "You couldn't think of one for this?" He glanced over at her askance.

"I was in middle when you showed up," she lied. She was almost done. Two more papers left.

Byakuya 'hmmed' as he picked up a pen from her desk. Soi Fon placed her initials on the last document with a sense of triumph, as she stacked them together in a neat pile.

"Here are your papers," she said, handing them to him. He took them graciously as he gave her back her crossword. Soi Fon didn't bother walking him to the door as he thanked her.

When the shoji screen was slid shut, and she could no longer sense his presence in the 2nd division compound, Soi Fon went back to doing her crossword.

A six-letter word for sublime.

She glanced at the box, only to see two words written there, in what was unmistakably Byakuya's elegant scrawl. Soi Fon.