Dreaming Awake (Kuchiki Byakuya/Kuchiki Rukia~ #4)
Title: Dreaming Awake
Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia and Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: G? A couple of bad words.. Byakuya is OOC.
Theme: 4~Masks for bleach_15
Word Count: 897
when Rukia rose from her bed. The sun had yet to rise, and it seemed as if she would actually get a little time to herself. Just a little time without the servants fluttering around her like honey bees trying to please their queen. She decided against bathing just yet and chose to go through a stroll in the gardens instead. Rukia slid through the house unnoticed, cautious and quiet, putting to use every single thing she had been taught in both the Shinigami Academy and when they had taught her how to be a proper noble woman. She was careful not to make any noise or draw attention to herself as she slid the door to and stepped into the beautiful early morning air.
The breeze was crisp and had a slight bite, but it hadn’t yet affected the sakura trees. Those were her favorite, always had been. Even before she came to the Kuchiki household, she had loved the smell of cherry blossoms. How ironic then that her brother would have an affection for them, as well. It was more than affection, really. They were a part of his soul. Just as much a part of his soul, in fact, as the winter was a part of hers. And this thought is what led her down a well worn path of ‘what-ifs’.
Rukia resented the fact that she was adopted into the Kuchiki household. Now, don’t misunderstand, she was grateful to them, and she felt as if she could never repay them. Had they not stepped in, she wouldn’t be as well off as she was. Well off in terms of material things, anyway. And she also realized that had she not been accepted into the clan, she may never have had the chance to know Byakuya. But that didn’t keep her from resenting the fact that the only man she had ever really loved had been labeled as her brother.
With a heavy sigh, Rukia stepped off of the garden pathway and walked through the perfectly manicured lawns and up to her hide away. The hide-away wasn’t really a secret since most of the people around here knew where to find her. But those same people also knew that they had better have a damned good reason for interrupting her thoughts while she was in this place. This tree, where Rukia had spent many a lonely night, was her hide away from life itself. All of the problems and issues, everything that she wanted to escape. But it was also something else. Something no one knew about. This was where she came when she wanted to be with Byakuya. She had come to terms with never being able to physically or mentally be with him. But that didn’t stop her from having the only thing she could.
A small, sorrowful smile tugged at her lips as she wondered what she could possibly do to get him to remove his mask. What could she say to make him remove his mask of nobility that he wore even in his dreams. Even in her dreams. She wondered how he would feel about her if she hadn’t been brought into the family. What if he had met her instead of Hisana?
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him approaching. She didn’t sense his spirit energy and she didn’t see the way he looked at her. Rukia smiled a genuine smile when she imagined being wrapped up tight in his arms, being held protectively against his chest as they lay in bed. She closed her eyes and let a soft moan pass through her lips. “What are you thinking about, Rukia?” he asks her quietly. She lifts her face towards the sky, towards the sound of his voice and doesn’t even open her eyes. It’s just her imagination after all. “You.” She replies, just as quietly. He leans up against the tree, crosses his arms and looks back down at her. “What were you thinking about me?” He asks, his perfectly sculpted eyebrow rises a fraction, the only sign that he is surprised by her reply, as he awaits her response. With a small sigh, something she wouldn’t actually do in front of the real Byakuya, she states, “What if. What if is all I ever think about when it comes to you.” She doesn’t really want to think about this anymore. It always gets to be too much after a while. It’s frustrating to dwell on something that can never be.
Byakuya extends a hand to her, she looks up and her brows knit in confusion. He seems so real. She hesitantly reaches up and grasps his hand with her own. Realization hits her like a tidal wave. This IS the real Byakuya. She had just told her deepest secrets, cryptic though they may be, to her brother. And he didn’t shy away. Before she could fully recover from her findings, the thought flashed through her mind that his skin was extremely smooth and… warm. Not the cold, porcelain she had expected at all. She looked searchingly into his eyes and saw something there that she had never seen before. She couldn’t quite put a name to it, but it seemed as though her unspoken wish had come true. Byakuya had finally removed his mask.
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Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia and Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: G? A couple of bad words.. Byakuya is OOC.
Theme: 4~Masks for bleach_15
Word Count: 897
when Rukia rose from her bed. The sun had yet to rise, and it seemed as if she would actually get a little time to herself. Just a little time without the servants fluttering around her like honey bees trying to please their queen. She decided against bathing just yet and chose to go through a stroll in the gardens instead. Rukia slid through the house unnoticed, cautious and quiet, putting to use every single thing she had been taught in both the Shinigami Academy and when they had taught her how to be a proper noble woman. She was careful not to make any noise or draw attention to herself as she slid the door to and stepped into the beautiful early morning air.
The breeze was crisp and had a slight bite, but it hadn’t yet affected the sakura trees. Those were her favorite, always had been. Even before she came to the Kuchiki household, she had loved the smell of cherry blossoms. How ironic then that her brother would have an affection for them, as well. It was more than affection, really. They were a part of his soul. Just as much a part of his soul, in fact, as the winter was a part of hers. And this thought is what led her down a well worn path of ‘what-ifs’.
Rukia resented the fact that she was adopted into the Kuchiki household. Now, don’t misunderstand, she was grateful to them, and she felt as if she could never repay them. Had they not stepped in, she wouldn’t be as well off as she was. Well off in terms of material things, anyway. And she also realized that had she not been accepted into the clan, she may never have had the chance to know Byakuya. But that didn’t keep her from resenting the fact that the only man she had ever really loved had been labeled as her brother.
With a heavy sigh, Rukia stepped off of the garden pathway and walked through the perfectly manicured lawns and up to her hide away. The hide-away wasn’t really a secret since most of the people around here knew where to find her. But those same people also knew that they had better have a damned good reason for interrupting her thoughts while she was in this place. This tree, where Rukia had spent many a lonely night, was her hide away from life itself. All of the problems and issues, everything that she wanted to escape. But it was also something else. Something no one knew about. This was where she came when she wanted to be with Byakuya. She had come to terms with never being able to physically or mentally be with him. But that didn’t stop her from having the only thing she could.
A small, sorrowful smile tugged at her lips as she wondered what she could possibly do to get him to remove his mask. What could she say to make him remove his mask of nobility that he wore even in his dreams. Even in her dreams. She wondered how he would feel about her if she hadn’t been brought into the family. What if he had met her instead of Hisana?
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him approaching. She didn’t sense his spirit energy and she didn’t see the way he looked at her. Rukia smiled a genuine smile when she imagined being wrapped up tight in his arms, being held protectively against his chest as they lay in bed. She closed her eyes and let a soft moan pass through her lips. “What are you thinking about, Rukia?” he asks her quietly. She lifts her face towards the sky, towards the sound of his voice and doesn’t even open her eyes. It’s just her imagination after all. “You.” She replies, just as quietly. He leans up against the tree, crosses his arms and looks back down at her. “What were you thinking about me?” He asks, his perfectly sculpted eyebrow rises a fraction, the only sign that he is surprised by her reply, as he awaits her response. With a small sigh, something she wouldn’t actually do in front of the real Byakuya, she states, “What if. What if is all I ever think about when it comes to you.” She doesn’t really want to think about this anymore. It always gets to be too much after a while. It’s frustrating to dwell on something that can never be.
Byakuya extends a hand to her, she looks up and her brows knit in confusion. He seems so real. She hesitantly reaches up and grasps his hand with her own. Realization hits her like a tidal wave. This IS the real Byakuya. She had just told her deepest secrets, cryptic though they may be, to her brother. And he didn’t shy away. Before she could fully recover from her findings, the thought flashed through her mind that his skin was extremely smooth and… warm. Not the cold, porcelain she had expected at all. She looked searchingly into his eyes and saw something there that she had never seen before. She couldn’t quite put a name to it, but it seemed as though her unspoken wish had come true. Byakuya had finally removed his mask.
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