The Perfect Something~Chapter 2
Title: The Perfect Something
Chapter: 2. Japanese Maples
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Byakuya, Rukia
Word Count: 912
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: S/S Arc, Het, slightly AU, doesn’t follow a time line
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or it’s characters.
Summary: Everything has changed. He pulls away, she embraces the new. Who will be left behind, who will find love?
Every morning he would look down at her kneeling form and try to muster up the courage to tell her. And every morning she would bow her head in respect and say “Have a good day, Nii-sama.” As soon as the words left her mouth he would turn and leave. She was his sister. Maybe not by blood, but by title and that was more than enough. Her daily farewells did good to remind him of that fact, and put an end to his attempts. Yet every day he would try it again. Maybe he was hoping that she wouldn’t say it. Maybe if she didn’t always refer to him as “Ni-sama”, he would be able to muster up the courage to say something.
The very few who had witnessed his overprotective tendencies had chalked it off to his being a good older brother. They had no idea where the credit truly lay. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. Somewhere, somehow, his discipline and self control had faltered and with them his inner walls had come crashing down. He felt his icy exterior, one he had spent centuries perfecting, being chipped away. Not only was it slowly being completely destroyed, but that girl was building her own little walls around his heart. And she kept herself nestled comfortably within them. The winter wonderland of her soul and her zanpakuto kept him thoroughly icy, although not in an unpleasant way. He hadn’t thought that he would ever find love. Until he had met Hisana, Rukia’s older, somewhat estranged sister. And after she had died, he hadn’t thought he would find it again. Now, he wouldn’t say that this was love. This wasn’t the same as what he had felt with Hisana. But it was too strong, and completely unrelated to brotherly love. His heart just seemed to refuse to see that this violated so many different things.
He tried to avoid any eye contact with her for fear that she would see the truth in his eyes. How long had he felt this way? How long had he felt the longing and the fear. She had become a part of the Kuchiki clan well over a century ago, and he couldn’t figure out when it had begun. Of course, he remained the same on the outside. Cool and impassive, in complete control. Everyone thought he was cold and uncaring, he preferred it that way. It is always much better if you don’t appear to have emotional attachments. Enemies find your weaknesses and exploit them to their fullest benefit. He didn’t think he could handle any more attempts on her life. The execution fiasco had been more than enough to make him actually face his feelings. Now that he was aware of them, he couldn’t simply sit idly by and watch her attempt to protect herself. Or worse yet, one of those idiots she called friends trying to protect her.
He wasn’t entirely sure anymore that he could just watch her go on as if nothing had happened. He knew that she had a new outlook, her entire world had been turned upside down. And he knew that she had learned things about him that he would rather her not know. He may be proud, but that didn’t exclude him from having faults, regrets or keep him from making mistakes. He had let everyone believe that he would kill her. He had let herneed , that she had an adverse effect on him. She brought out things in him that he had thought long gone or thoroughly suppressed. It wasn’t entirely negative, as he had once thought. He had felt his step become lighter, the heavy burden of being the Kuchiki’s sole heir, head of the clan, and the captain of the 6th division ease. He even enjoyed his evening strolls through his grounds more, especially the gardens. He had always felt more at ease in the gardens, even before Rukia or her sister. But now they seemed to have a mind of their own. They beckoned to him, called for him. He could feel her all around him when he stood in those gardens, her gardens. It was as if she had left her souls imprint on the very earth itself. The Japanese maples seemed to share the essence of her very soul. He could lean into one of those trees and it felt as if he was receiving her embrace. Never before had he felt the urge to be held by another so strongly. With Hisana, he had wanted to wrap his arms around her, take away her guilt and suffering. But with Rukia, well Rukia was different. She made him crave things that he had never thought he would want, let alone need. Rukia was changing him and he couldn’t decide if it was something to dread or something to look forward to.
TBC
For reference, a picture of a Japanese Maple can be found here
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If you note any spelling, punctuation or grammatical errors, please let me know. I will fix them ASAP. Feel free to review. I don't demand it, but I won't deny that I am looking forward to some input. If you feel the need to flame, so be it. I won't stop because some people don't like this story. If you have any suggestions or things you would like to be included in this story, feel free to let me know. I am always open to knew ideas and I am not opposed to writing more fics. I am pretty open to a lot of pairings in both Bleach and FMA.
Thanks in advance for taking the time to read my story.
~Sam
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Chapter: 2. Japanese Maples
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Byakuya, Rukia
Word Count: 912
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: S/S Arc, Het, slightly AU, doesn’t follow a time line
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach or it’s characters.
Summary: Everything has changed. He pulls away, she embraces the new. Who will be left behind, who will find love?
Every morning he would look down at her kneeling form and try to muster up the courage to tell her. And every morning she would bow her head in respect and say “Have a good day, Nii-sama.” As soon as the words left her mouth he would turn and leave. She was his sister. Maybe not by blood, but by title and that was more than enough. Her daily farewells did good to remind him of that fact, and put an end to his attempts. Yet every day he would try it again. Maybe he was hoping that she wouldn’t say it. Maybe if she didn’t always refer to him as “Ni-sama”, he would be able to muster up the courage to say something.
The very few who had witnessed his overprotective tendencies had chalked it off to his being a good older brother. They had no idea where the credit truly lay. He wasn’t entirely sure what to call it. Somewhere, somehow, his discipline and self control had faltered and with them his inner walls had come crashing down. He felt his icy exterior, one he had spent centuries perfecting, being chipped away. Not only was it slowly being completely destroyed, but that girl was building her own little walls around his heart. And she kept herself nestled comfortably within them. The winter wonderland of her soul and her zanpakuto kept him thoroughly icy, although not in an unpleasant way. He hadn’t thought that he would ever find love. Until he had met Hisana, Rukia’s older, somewhat estranged sister. And after she had died, he hadn’t thought he would find it again. Now, he wouldn’t say that this was love. This wasn’t the same as what he had felt with Hisana. But it was too strong, and completely unrelated to brotherly love. His heart just seemed to refuse to see that this violated so many different things.
He tried to avoid any eye contact with her for fear that she would see the truth in his eyes. How long had he felt this way? How long had he felt the longing and the fear. She had become a part of the Kuchiki clan well over a century ago, and he couldn’t figure out when it had begun. Of course, he remained the same on the outside. Cool and impassive, in complete control. Everyone thought he was cold and uncaring, he preferred it that way. It is always much better if you don’t appear to have emotional attachments. Enemies find your weaknesses and exploit them to their fullest benefit. He didn’t think he could handle any more attempts on her life. The execution fiasco had been more than enough to make him actually face his feelings. Now that he was aware of them, he couldn’t simply sit idly by and watch her attempt to protect herself. Or worse yet, one of those idiots she called friends trying to protect her.
He wasn’t entirely sure anymore that he could just watch her go on as if nothing had happened. He knew that she had a new outlook, her entire world had been turned upside down. And he knew that she had learned things about him that he would rather her not know. He may be proud, but that didn’t exclude him from having faults, regrets or keep him from making mistakes. He had let everyone believe that he would kill her. He had let herneed , that she had an adverse effect on him. She brought out things in him that he had thought long gone or thoroughly suppressed. It wasn’t entirely negative, as he had once thought. He had felt his step become lighter, the heavy burden of being the Kuchiki’s sole heir, head of the clan, and the captain of the 6th division ease. He even enjoyed his evening strolls through his grounds more, especially the gardens. He had always felt more at ease in the gardens, even before Rukia or her sister. But now they seemed to have a mind of their own. They beckoned to him, called for him. He could feel her all around him when he stood in those gardens, her gardens. It was as if she had left her souls imprint on the very earth itself. The Japanese maples seemed to share the essence of her very soul. He could lean into one of those trees and it felt as if he was receiving her embrace. Never before had he felt the urge to be held by another so strongly. With Hisana, he had wanted to wrap his arms around her, take away her guilt and suffering. But with Rukia, well Rukia was different. She made him crave things that he had never thought he would want, let alone need. Rukia was changing him and he couldn’t decide if it was something to dread or something to look forward to.
TBC
For reference, a picture of a Japanese Maple can be found here
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If you note any spelling, punctuation or grammatical errors, please let me know. I will fix them ASAP. Feel free to review. I don't demand it, but I won't deny that I am looking forward to some input. If you feel the need to flame, so be it. I won't stop because some people don't like this story. If you have any suggestions or things you would like to be included in this story, feel free to let me know. I am always open to knew ideas and I am not opposed to writing more fics. I am pretty open to a lot of pairings in both Bleach and FMA.
Thanks in advance for taking the time to read my story.
~Sam
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