Glimpse of the Past (Bleach, ByakuyaxUnohana, #6)
Title: Glimpse of the Past
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 995
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
They had been late; the hollows they had just disposed of had managed to claim at least one life. It was not much of a loss; one life in exchange for the rest they had saved hadn’t seemed like such a great loss for them but it was still one life and unsurprisingly she had not realized she was dead.
Silently he watched her as she moved around. After leaving behind the two males, perhaps realizing that there was nothing she could do for them, she finally stopped in front of the unconscious young woman. After apparently giving her patient a quick look she knelt beside her and he saw her reach into the bag that she carried on her side.
Seemingly finding nothing she once again returned her attention to the bleeding girl, she tore a slip of her kimono sleeve and after moving aside the younger girl's kimono she tried to use the strip as a bandage on her leg, but as was expected such an attempt only drifted through the limb, in the end she was an spirit and couldn't touch the living.
He had expected that would make her realize her situation but she only tried again, ending with the same result as before. Sometimes some where more stubborn than others and maybe this was one of those situations. When she moved to try for a third time he finally moved to stop her.
“One would think,” He said, grabbing her hand, “that you have realized that is futile.”
“I'm a slow learner, now if you'll let me get back to this.” She said while she pulled her hand out of his loose grip.
He moved to grab her shoulder tightly “You can't”
“I don't see why I can't. Now let go.” She glared at his hand but he kept it on her shoulder.
“You are dead. That is why you cannot help her, miss…” He paused when he found himself lacking her name.
She stood and faced him and looked up into his eyes, something he made sure to avert contact with. “My name is Unohana Retsu, Head Physician to the Daimyo and his family. How did I die?”
“You were killed by a group of evil spirits, Hollows. My squad and I disposed of them.” He stated almost as if he was giving a report, it was out of habit.
“Do you have a name?” She finally asked him.
“Kuchiki Byakuya, Third seat of the Sixth Division of the Gotei Thirteen” He answered to the air above her head after the slight surprise he felt passed.
The woman turned away from him to look at the damage behind them. “What now?” She finally asked with her back to him.
“I will send you on to Soul Society.”
“Where?”
“Tengoku.”
“Oh.” She turned to face him and after placing the stamp, she moved on with a serene and placid expression.
He remained there for a few instants gazing blankly into the place she had just been standing while a thousand things seemed to flow through his mind.
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“Byakuya-sama?”
A gentle, feminine voice broke through the hazed darkness he was surrounded in, he was called again but somehow neither his mind or body were really in agreement as to what to do exactly. Slowly he opened his eyes to see the face of the fourth division captain looming over him and the whisper kiss of the tip of her braid against his cheek.
“I trust that you slept well, Byakuya-sama.” She said very softly like the flutter of a small bird’s wings.
Those words apparently made him realize his situation, somehow he had fallen asleep because he could feel his body on the floor and his head resting on Retsu’s lap, which explained why her face loomed over his and the feel of her hair against his cheek. Strangely, he had dreamed, or more accurately reminisced, the day he had met her.
Back then he had thought that they would never cross paths again, that she would either remain in rukongai or follow the path to reincarnation. The space between that dream and the reality ended there because two years later he had seen her again on the lines of the Gotei 13 when she was about to become the captain of the fourth division.
Ironically enough their steady acquaintance, or as his sister called it friendship, didn’t start there but several years later following the plot of a traitor. As Rukia had once said that that had not been their moment to develop that level of personal understanding and that their understanding of each other was one of the many gains of the war, he couldn’t have done anything more than to agree with her.
“What happened?” He finally asked his voice a bit raspy.
“You have been overworking yourself, doing what, I don’t know, but whatever you have been doing finally took it’s toll on you and your body shut off,” She answered him in a slightly chiding tone, the type she used when she was the healer not the friend. “You have to be more careful, Byakuya-sama”
“Hn”
Why hadn’t he moved yet? It was with shock that he realized that it was because he didn’t want to. He felt strangely comfortable and relaxed, and it was a state he had not been in for quite awhile as they were still dealing with the last remnants of the war. Smiling slightly she started running her fingers through his hair; the last person who had done that for him was his mother when he had been a child.
As proud as Kuchiki Byakuya was he allowed himself that small and brief instant of vulnerability in front of the fourth division captain knowing that she would never tease or ridicule him about it.
The last thing he saw before he once again closed his eyes was the same serene and placid expression she had when she moved on to Tengoku.
A/N: Once again I'll like to thank Bakageta for helping me, noy only on the beta, the part of the dreams is a reference to her amazing one-shot : He Kindly Stopped For Me
Go check it out because it's amazing
Author/Artist: lady_nepheene
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya x Unohana Retsu
Fandom: Bleach
Word Count: 995
Theme: #6. the space between dream and reality
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, wish that I did but they belong to Kubo Tite and his people, me only borrowing them for awhile.
They had been late; the hollows they had just disposed of had managed to claim at least one life. It was not much of a loss; one life in exchange for the rest they had saved hadn’t seemed like such a great loss for them but it was still one life and unsurprisingly she had not realized she was dead.
Silently he watched her as she moved around. After leaving behind the two males, perhaps realizing that there was nothing she could do for them, she finally stopped in front of the unconscious young woman. After apparently giving her patient a quick look she knelt beside her and he saw her reach into the bag that she carried on her side.
Seemingly finding nothing she once again returned her attention to the bleeding girl, she tore a slip of her kimono sleeve and after moving aside the younger girl's kimono she tried to use the strip as a bandage on her leg, but as was expected such an attempt only drifted through the limb, in the end she was an spirit and couldn't touch the living.
He had expected that would make her realize her situation but she only tried again, ending with the same result as before. Sometimes some where more stubborn than others and maybe this was one of those situations. When she moved to try for a third time he finally moved to stop her.
“One would think,” He said, grabbing her hand, “that you have realized that is futile.”
“I'm a slow learner, now if you'll let me get back to this.” She said while she pulled her hand out of his loose grip.
He moved to grab her shoulder tightly “You can't”
“I don't see why I can't. Now let go.” She glared at his hand but he kept it on her shoulder.
“You are dead. That is why you cannot help her, miss…” He paused when he found himself lacking her name.
She stood and faced him and looked up into his eyes, something he made sure to avert contact with. “My name is Unohana Retsu, Head Physician to the Daimyo and his family. How did I die?”
“You were killed by a group of evil spirits, Hollows. My squad and I disposed of them.” He stated almost as if he was giving a report, it was out of habit.
“Do you have a name?” She finally asked him.
“Kuchiki Byakuya, Third seat of the Sixth Division of the Gotei Thirteen” He answered to the air above her head after the slight surprise he felt passed.
The woman turned away from him to look at the damage behind them. “What now?” She finally asked with her back to him.
“I will send you on to Soul Society.”
“Where?”
“Tengoku.”
“Oh.” She turned to face him and after placing the stamp, she moved on with a serene and placid expression.
He remained there for a few instants gazing blankly into the place she had just been standing while a thousand things seemed to flow through his mind.
______________________________________
“Byakuya-sama?”
A gentle, feminine voice broke through the hazed darkness he was surrounded in, he was called again but somehow neither his mind or body were really in agreement as to what to do exactly. Slowly he opened his eyes to see the face of the fourth division captain looming over him and the whisper kiss of the tip of her braid against his cheek.
“I trust that you slept well, Byakuya-sama.” She said very softly like the flutter of a small bird’s wings.
Those words apparently made him realize his situation, somehow he had fallen asleep because he could feel his body on the floor and his head resting on Retsu’s lap, which explained why her face loomed over his and the feel of her hair against his cheek. Strangely, he had dreamed, or more accurately reminisced, the day he had met her.
Back then he had thought that they would never cross paths again, that she would either remain in rukongai or follow the path to reincarnation. The space between that dream and the reality ended there because two years later he had seen her again on the lines of the Gotei 13 when she was about to become the captain of the fourth division.
Ironically enough their steady acquaintance, or as his sister called it friendship, didn’t start there but several years later following the plot of a traitor. As Rukia had once said that that had not been their moment to develop that level of personal understanding and that their understanding of each other was one of the many gains of the war, he couldn’t have done anything more than to agree with her.
“What happened?” He finally asked his voice a bit raspy.
“You have been overworking yourself, doing what, I don’t know, but whatever you have been doing finally took it’s toll on you and your body shut off,” She answered him in a slightly chiding tone, the type she used when she was the healer not the friend. “You have to be more careful, Byakuya-sama”
“Hn”
Why hadn’t he moved yet? It was with shock that he realized that it was because he didn’t want to. He felt strangely comfortable and relaxed, and it was a state he had not been in for quite awhile as they were still dealing with the last remnants of the war. Smiling slightly she started running her fingers through his hair; the last person who had done that for him was his mother when he had been a child.
As proud as Kuchiki Byakuya was he allowed himself that small and brief instant of vulnerability in front of the fourth division captain knowing that she would never tease or ridicule him about it.
The last thing he saw before he once again closed his eyes was the same serene and placid expression she had when she moved on to Tengoku.
A/N: Once again I'll like to thank Bakageta for helping me, noy only on the beta, the part of the dreams is a reference to her amazing one-shot : He Kindly Stopped For Me
Go check it out because it's amazing