The foolproof plan (111)

"Brother-in-law, let us hang out," Sora said with a smile on his face.

The man said nothing, as if to say, Go on. Sora had to make this chance count—he needed to have his brother-in-law.

His plan depended on this.

"So, um, I was planning to go around with brother-in-law. You know, since brother-in-law seems to have a negative view of me, I would like to spend some time with brother-in-law so I can show brother-in-law I am not a bad person."

"Hm... I see," the man said, sipping his tea, looking at Sora, who just gave him the brightest smile.

"I suppose if it's only the two of us, and since you have asked so pleasantly, I shall accept."

Sora's eyes lit up. Byakuya felt dread, as if he had fallen into a multi-step plan.

If only he knew that this was a scam.

"So, um, I brought some clothes for brother-in-law," Sora added, looking at Byakuya, who just gave him a calm look.

"I didn't know what brother-in-law liked, so I brought a lot. I hope brother-in-law likes one of them."

Byakuya said nothing. Sora didn't have to explain why he would need more human clothes... this was the human world, after all, and in order not to attract too much attention from humans, he had to dress accordingly.

Later that day, Byakuya had finally finished choosing his clothing. It wasn't anything too fancy.

The man adorned himself in a modern ensemble, one that blended seamlessly into the mortal realm while still saying he was of high class.

Well, at least his brother-in-law had a fashion sense.

The man wore a long, taupe trench coat that was draped over his shoulders, designed in such a way that it gave him a sleek and composed silhouette.

Beneath that, the man had a light beige sweater layered over a crisp white button-up shirt, which softened his usual rigid aesthetic.

Truly a rich man.

Across his chest, he wore a simple tan sling bag, the strap resting diagonally over his coat.

It was a practical choice, and Byakuya was a practical man.

On his wrist, a brown leather strap watch peeked out from beneath his sleeve. It was a small little thing, but details mattered. Anything for the drip.

This drip... the man had a taste for style, all right.

 Byakuya gazed at Sora, who also seemed ready.

The boy had dressed for the occasion.

After all, it's not every day one can get the chance to have Byakuya's approval.

And Sora decided to pull up with his A-game.

Draped in a flawless all-white suit, Sora exuded an air of both nobility and quiet menace. He was basically a walking contradiction of elegance and untouchable dominance.

His long overcoat billowed ever so slightly, its crisp fabric seemingly carrying all of his confidence.

Beneath his coat, a white dress shirt lay casually tucked into high-waisted white trousers, the slight looseness in the fit making it seem as though his clothing bowed to his will.

The drip was, in fact, immaculate.

He wore a silver necklace adorned with delicate yet undeniably expensive links, resting beneath his collar.

His hands were tucked into his pockets.

Sora looked all fresh and everything.

The two walked around the city, yet Byakuya could not help but feel like something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Since he was here with Sora, why not ask?

"What are your intentions with my sister?" the man said, looking at Sora.

Jeez, they had just finished buying an espresso, and this was the man's first question? Wasn't he just a buzzkill?

"My intentions may not be 100%, but they are all sincere," Sora said with a smile on his face.

Byakuya could tell Sora was trying to say something before that.

Which he was right—Netflix and chill was the phrase Sora wanted to say, but you know... can't really say that now, can we?

"What interested you in her?"

Why the fuck did Sora feel like his life was on the line and he was being heavily questioned by the strongest man alive?

Why the heck did Byakuya have such pressure on him?

"Well, to be honest with you, it just started with me messing around. The way she acted felt so fake—I did not like that, so I got closer. I wanted to peel back the layers to see her... I liked what I saw," Sora said, sipping on his cappuccino.

Byakuya looked at the boy for any sign of a lie—there wasn't any.

Yet this feeling in his chest was there. Sora had to be up to something.

Meanwhile...

Byakuya Kuchiki... you tried. You really did. Your instincts screamed at you that something was wrong. You felt it, deep inside. You sensed deception. You knew that somewhere, somehow... I was up to something.

But tell me, Byakuya...

What will you do now? Hmm? You already checked. You tested the clone. You questioned me.

And yet, you found nothing. Nothing at all.

That's right.

I won.

Who in their right mind would go this far, you ask? Who would possibly go to such insane lengths just to secure a few uninterrupted hours with their woman?

I would, Byakuya. I would.

By the time you realize something is wrong, it will be far too late. By then, I will have already indulged in every bit of affection I have been deprived of. I will have kissed, cuddled, and basked in pure, uninterrupted bliss.

Your interference? Erased. Your intuition? Fooled. Your overprotective big-brother nonsense? Utterly, completely bypassed.

The great, proud, noble Byakuya Kuchiki... bested at last. The moment you accepted my clone as the real me, your loss was sealed.

All these weeks of cockblocking? Of ruining my perfect moments with Rukia? Of appearing at the worst possible times to keep me in check?

No more.

For the first time, you have been outplayed.

You've lost, Byakuya.

You've lost.

Back at the house.

Sora's real body was back at the house, arms wrapped around Rukia, as they lay snuggled together in perfect tranquility.

He gave his girlfriend a kiss... oh yeah, he was going to enjoy this.

With the house having very good soundproofing and with him making a clone of Rukia training in the training room, there would be no suspicion.

Was he a madman? Was he insane for doing something like this?

Maybe he was insane. Who cared...

He had won.

Pulling his girlfriend close, he was finally going to enjoy what he should have about a week ago.

Rukia looked shy... hm, yeah, she was new to this, wasn't she?

"I will be gentle, I promise," he said calmly.

She nodded as if to give him permission.

The wheel above Sora's head spun, and suddenly he knew exactly what to do... oh, the adaptation worked like that.

Good to know.

He gently removed her panties... huh, a Chappy-themed panty.

"You really like that bunny," he teased.

"Don't judge me, it was cute," she retorted.

Hm, not her fault Chappy was cute.

She liked it. Was it really such an issue?

"It's fine. It suits you, really," he said softly.

Now onto some foreplay... hm, what was that?

Click.

...Well, now he knew.

Well, he had his feast... time to dig in.

A/N.....Sora is not a mad scientist trust.