Returning Empty Handed(Rukia/Byakuya~ 3)
Title: Returning Empty Handed
Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia/Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: G~ Angst/ episode 49 spoilers.
Theme: 3~rain for bleach_15
Word Count: 700
Dedicated to jaina for her beautifully evil Kaien/Rukia-esque fic...
Byakuya remembered the night all too well. The night that Rukia came home late, had been caught in the storm. The night that had changed her.
*Flashback*
He had been just about to send a servant looking for her when he felt her agitated spirit energy in the distance. Byakuya rushed outside, a rare show of concern etched into his features. He arrived just in time to see the slumped over figure of Rukia stumbling through the gates. A warning flashed through his mind as she lost her footing in the wet earth and crashed to her knees. Rukia’s head hung even lower, her hands planted firmly between her splayed knees in the mud, and she didn’t even try to get up.
Byakuya continued walking towards her, feeling a tremor of something he couldn’t place run through him. She lifted her head, just a little, and looked right through him. As if he wasn’t even there. He could see the tear tracks on her face, the skin flushed white around her gaping mouth, the blood spatters on her cheek. Her eyes were hidden in the shadows, her hair hung limply on her shoulders. He could tell that she was trembling and he was worried. “Rukia…” he whispered. A loud crack of thunder and she broke entirely, the tears still pouring down her face, mocking the torrents of rain still falling all around them. “…Kaien…dono…” she choked. A loud sob racked through her, broken and trembling she screamed, “I’M A MURDERER!!!!!!!” Byakuya’s eyebrows crashed into his hairline as his eyes flew wide in shock. She hadn’t just said… But she had. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes, hopeless. There was no denying the weight on her shoulders, lost. There was no escaping the burdens she now bore, broken. She had taken a life, for the first time. And for the first time, she had failed to protect the one person who meant the entire world to her. She had killed the man she loved more than life itself.
Rukia, or what was left of her, let loose a scream that sent shivers up Byakuya’s spine. Her hands curled into fists and her entire body went rigid; her glazed over violet eyes widened and bulged and she let out another, and another. Byakuya didn’t think she would ever stop screaming. He wanted to shake her, to hug her, to slap her out of her hysteria. He wanted to be able to do something, anything, but he couldn’t. He felt lost; for the first time in who knew how long, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move, could offer no words of wisdom, no touch for comfort. He could only watch and feel the tattered remains of his heart shatter into innumerable pieces and scatter into areas unknown, never to be found again. He could only watch as her heart faltered, broke upon the realization that she would never see him again, never hear his laugh, never know that his eyes were on her. She had killed the only man who had loved her, in return.
A servant came and collected her, bowing slightly to Byakuya on her way back to the house, a shivering and crumbled Rukia in her arms. She scurried into the house removing Rukia from his sight, leaving Byakuya in the rain to stare after her.
After being pulled into the house, Rukia’s eyes fluttered closed, only to shoot back open as she remembered what Kaien had said. She was not so naïve to misunderstand his last words, “Now I can leave my heart behind.” He knew, she didn’t know how, but he had known all along. And she couldn’t escape the knowledge that came with his words. She couldn’t escape what he had meant to add. ‘But I am taking your heart with me.’
/flashback
Byakuya rose from his seat and walked to the window. Yes, Rukia had changed that night. But his heart was completely shattered and he couldn’t find the pieces anymore. Rukia may have changed, but Byakuya would never be the same; she may have lost her first love, but he had lost the ability to love at all.
A/N
HA! I did it… Wasn’t so difficult after I stopped trying to force it… Just closed my eyes and let it play out in my head anime style…. *sigh* This is what happens when you make me watch episode 49 and listen to ‘Returning Empty Handed’ by Underoath…
I’m terribly sorry to have been so evil and angsty, but my mood wouldn’t allow any fluff… Please don’t burn me!!!
Besides, have YOU ever tried to write some ByaRuki fluff???
Ok, I’m done yapping… On to more fics!!! (reading this time.. Go Ouran! Plenty of sap(unless your OTP is MorixHaruhi! Gah I am doomed..) Right, no yapping…
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Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia/Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: G~ Angst/ episode 49 spoilers.
Theme: 3~rain for bleach_15
Word Count: 700
Dedicated to jaina for her beautifully evil Kaien/Rukia-esque fic...
Byakuya remembered the night all too well. The night that Rukia came home late, had been caught in the storm. The night that had changed her.
*Flashback*
He had been just about to send a servant looking for her when he felt her agitated spirit energy in the distance. Byakuya rushed outside, a rare show of concern etched into his features. He arrived just in time to see the slumped over figure of Rukia stumbling through the gates. A warning flashed through his mind as she lost her footing in the wet earth and crashed to her knees. Rukia’s head hung even lower, her hands planted firmly between her splayed knees in the mud, and she didn’t even try to get up.
Byakuya continued walking towards her, feeling a tremor of something he couldn’t place run through him. She lifted her head, just a little, and looked right through him. As if he wasn’t even there. He could see the tear tracks on her face, the skin flushed white around her gaping mouth, the blood spatters on her cheek. Her eyes were hidden in the shadows, her hair hung limply on her shoulders. He could tell that she was trembling and he was worried. “Rukia…” he whispered. A loud crack of thunder and she broke entirely, the tears still pouring down her face, mocking the torrents of rain still falling all around them. “…Kaien…dono…” she choked. A loud sob racked through her, broken and trembling she screamed, “I’M A MURDERER!!!!!!!” Byakuya’s eyebrows crashed into his hairline as his eyes flew wide in shock. She hadn’t just said… But she had. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes, hopeless. There was no denying the weight on her shoulders, lost. There was no escaping the burdens she now bore, broken. She had taken a life, for the first time. And for the first time, she had failed to protect the one person who meant the entire world to her. She had killed the man she loved more than life itself.
Rukia, or what was left of her, let loose a scream that sent shivers up Byakuya’s spine. Her hands curled into fists and her entire body went rigid; her glazed over violet eyes widened and bulged and she let out another, and another. Byakuya didn’t think she would ever stop screaming. He wanted to shake her, to hug her, to slap her out of her hysteria. He wanted to be able to do something, anything, but he couldn’t. He felt lost; for the first time in who knew how long, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t move, could offer no words of wisdom, no touch for comfort. He could only watch and feel the tattered remains of his heart shatter into innumerable pieces and scatter into areas unknown, never to be found again. He could only watch as her heart faltered, broke upon the realization that she would never see him again, never hear his laugh, never know that his eyes were on her. She had killed the only man who had loved her, in return.
A servant came and collected her, bowing slightly to Byakuya on her way back to the house, a shivering and crumbled Rukia in her arms. She scurried into the house removing Rukia from his sight, leaving Byakuya in the rain to stare after her.
After being pulled into the house, Rukia’s eyes fluttered closed, only to shoot back open as she remembered what Kaien had said. She was not so naïve to misunderstand his last words, “Now I can leave my heart behind.” He knew, she didn’t know how, but he had known all along. And she couldn’t escape the knowledge that came with his words. She couldn’t escape what he had meant to add. ‘But I am taking your heart with me.’
/flashback
Byakuya rose from his seat and walked to the window. Yes, Rukia had changed that night. But his heart was completely shattered and he couldn’t find the pieces anymore. Rukia may have changed, but Byakuya would never be the same; she may have lost her first love, but he had lost the ability to love at all.
A/N
HA! I did it… Wasn’t so difficult after I stopped trying to force it… Just closed my eyes and let it play out in my head anime style…. *sigh* This is what happens when you make me watch episode 49 and listen to ‘Returning Empty Handed’ by Underoath…
I’m terribly sorry to have been so evil and angsty, but my mood wouldn’t allow any fluff… Please don’t burn me!!!
Besides, have YOU ever tried to write some ByaRuki fluff???
Ok, I’m done yapping… On to more fics!!! (reading this time.. Go Ouran! Plenty of sap(unless your OTP is MorixHaruhi! Gah I am doomed..) Right, no yapping…
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