Hello! Sora is back! I just have to, you know, write a ton of stories to make up for lost time. Lawl. Yeah, to answer your "Where the heck did Black Bleach go?" question, Yes. chapters 5-7 are completed. No, they are no where on the internet. Yes, they are still in my notebook. Yes, they are coming soon. No, I'm not in a huge hurry right now, but I'm getting it done, I swear.

NOW PLEASE READ THIS BECAUSE I PUT THIS WARNING IN CAPS! This story is a letter, more so, a diary entry addressed to Hisana, from Byakuya. NOW, Yes, like I have been asked, this story is a flashback to when Byakuya met Hisana. The fact that this was a dream from Byakuya is meant to represent that he's growing old. This is, without her. In retrospect, I wasn't nessicarly getting at that, but realized that they could be linked in some way.

When I mentioned that Byakuya's letter was more so a diary entry, I meant that I've been thinking of doing a continuation of this and have Byakuya write a diary addressed entirely to Hisana. I'm not certain if I'll do this or not, but if I get feedback on that, then sure, if I have the time. If not then it might be something I do when I'm bored.

Gah, feel like there was something else I wanted to say about it... Nerp.

Anyway, that traditional speech. I follow the dubbed series. I made this up, this is how I am portraying them to have met. Nothing more, nothing less. I don't own Bleach, yaada yaada... *fwips hand around*

I apologize for grammar mistakes. This was a quick type, that had no rough draft. So, yeah :)

Beneath the Sakura Trees (Byakuya x Hisana)

Dear Hisana,

I found myself staring up at the stars last night. I was lying in our favorite yard*, and the breeze was enough to make me drift into unconsciousness. Normally I wouldn't sleep outside, but for some reason, this beautiful spring night was enough to make me very tired. It, of course, had been a long day like every day. I don't particularly know why I went outside, but I suppose it's were I feel closest to you. We spent a lot of time there. I've been missing you a lot recently. Especially since Rukia is spending most of her time in the World of the Living.

In any case, as I dozed off, I had a dream that I'd like to share with you.

I was running.

Another moment when Yoruichi had stolen my hair-tie in hopes that I would practice my shun-po. Never did it not irritate me, but I think that was her goal entirely.

It was a spring day, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. They rained down over me as I ran, making the shun-po master rather difficult to spot.

I remember how it bothered me. I had always hated sakura. Its pink color was unsightly to me. And I thought, at the time, that I was allergic to them because of the loads of pollen that I absolutely hated.

Yoruichi had already led me to the gate of the Soul Society. Planning to stop and just accept that I'd never get that hair tie back, to get revenge later, she stopped and turned to me. The gate was massive compared to her. I knew it was heavily guarded on the other side. But she was a captain, right? Couldn't she get to and from the areas outside of the Seretei?

"Done yet?" That was it. Two simple words that sparred further than she even knew.

Without thinking, I shook my head no. I suppose it was just the battle talking, but I couldn't help but feel somewhat intrigued by where she was leading me. If I knew Yoruichi, I knew that she only went out of the Seretei if she was truly interested in something. So, I decided that I'd let her show me whatever it was, then get back to the Seretei before my grandfather knew that I had left.

She smirked, "Ha! Little Kuchiki, the Rukon District is a maze, perfect for practicing flash step. Still want to go?"

Little Kuchiki? Is she trying to insult me, or dishonor me?

"Of course I do! I didn't say I wasn't done for nothing!"

The smirk remained, perhaps even growing wider, "Well, alright. Haha!"

She was laughing at me. This bitch had to be defeated. Snapping her fingers, the door was opened as though she was trying to put on some magic show for me. She flash stepped through, as it started to close fast. Quickly, I jumped through.

And here I was. In the Rukon District. A place I heard both good and bad stories from. Mostly bad, but that was just the uptight Soul Reapers talking.

As I looked around me, I realized I had no idea where I was, and Yoruichi was no where to be seen.

"Urgh. Why did I say yes?" I murmured to myself.

I looked for a tinge of Spiritual Pressure coming from her. With all fail. I was surrounded by everyone here's Spiritual Pressure. It was clever, I'll give her that, but why would she take me here? Will I ever be surrounded by this many people with Spiritual Pressure? Even if I were to go to the World of the Living…

She was just toying with me wasn't she? She knew I barely had any practice with detecting Spiritual Pressure, and yet she gives me this difficult task? What a bother. I sighed.

I had been here for all of about a minute, and already I was ready to give up on her hide and seek game. But, alas, I wasn't about to give into her insults and vulgar nicknames for me.

Walking forward, I received many stares. I wasn't even wearing a Soul Reaper's kimono. I was still in my training wear. Maybe it was the wooden sword? But I wasn't the only one with a weapon. A lot of men here had one, two, or even three of them in hand. Perhaps, it was I came out of the Seretei… What was it about me?

Well, whatever it was, I was uncomfortable with these strangers staring me down. Have they no idea how rude that is? I am nobility! Don't look—

I realized that I was getting carried away.

Calmly, I walked over to the first stand I saw. With proper posture and a face that said I was superior, as to teach these people a lesson. It was an old woman, who couldn't be a day under 80. Her wrinkles were pronounced, and her nose was rather long. I notice that she couldn't have been that desirable when she was a child/teenager. Years are harsh, aren't they?

"Excuse me, ma'am. I'm curious to know as to which district I am in."

She smiled at me. "You're from the Seretei, aren't you?"

"Yes, now, could you answer my question?"

She laughed, "Oh, where's your kimono then? And you're carrying around that wooden sword. Are you from the really nice squad that goes around healing people?"

"NO!" I could help but feel a tinge insulted, "Er—pardon me. I didn't mean to yell at you, but I am in somewhat of a hurry…."

"District 78." A girl's voice rang from behind.

I quickly turned around.

When I set eyes upon her, I could feel my world changing as to never be the same again. What was it about her that was so different?

She wore a pink kimono that reached her knees. There was a baby in her arms, one that resembled her entirely. Features, very distinct. This girl appeared to be near my age, which at the time was 13. Her jet-black hair touched her shoulders and curled out. Somewhat, unkept, but beautiful in the very least. Though I think the thing I noticed most about her was her diverse, navy blue eyes. She was perfect.

Even then, the first thought that crossed my mind was:

She's the one I shall marry.

A different tone took over my voice. What was it that had made my voice softer? I couldn't tell you that. But it was there, and it wasn't nervous at all. Not even a slight tremble. I had never so much as spoken to a female before apart from my mother. I had heard horror stories about this task. All of which involved me sweating and my voice cracking. But this wasn't the case. I opened my mouth,

"Thank you. May I ask your name?"

"Hisana," she smiled, "That's my grandmother, Karakasaki," She pointed to the old woman, "And this," She looked to the baby in her arms and smiled, "This is Rukia, my sister. What's your name?"

"Byakuya Kuchiki. It's a pleasure to meet you." I'd shake her hand if she wasn't holding a baby.

She seemed fond of this child in her arms. They must have been blood related. There was no way that this small girl could have just looked like this girl, Hisana.

No longer did I care if Yoruichi was expecting me to chase her.

I now knew that I had something more to live for. This woman was going to marry me. I could sense it with every fiber of my being. My heart was racing as I stared into her large eyes and she stared back. I'd give my sword-wielding arm to know just what she was thinking.

Why not clue her into my thoughts?

"You're very beautiful." I said with utter and complete confidence.

She blushed. "Thank you!" giggling she looked at me and took a step closer.

I smiled. Her being closer was enough for my heart to do back flips.

I took a step closer next.

She took one more step.

It had become a game now. That being said, I took another step.

She took another step.

I stole the next step. Inches apart now, she smiled and blushed, unsure if she should go again.

Seeing as she wasn't going to go, I took the final step. Now, our toes were touching, I could feel the warmth of the bundle in her arms. Rukia tossed a bit, but closed her eyes, ready for sleep. I looked up slowly and realized that we were both staring at the child during the same moment, looking up at the same moment. Our eyes met, and I could feel this lonely atmosphere that had drifted over me transform into love. This moment. I wanted it to last forever.

But nothing lasts forever. Nothing.

I woke up with tears in my eyes to the early spring day break.

Hisana, that was when we first met. I suppose I never told you what I was really thinking. I know that it's somewhat late now, but I felt that that sentimental dream of mine meant something. I'm not sure what I was being told, but I can only hope that you were thinking the same thing that I was when I met you. I still wonder to this day if my hunch was true.

I asked my lieutenant what day it was when I had awoken. He told me, and I felt my eyes grow wide. That was the day that I fell in love with you. The day that I first met you.

Love until the day I die and meet you once more,

Byakuya Kuchiki

* "I was lying in our favorite yard": This was a tricky one. I haven't watched the Soul Society arc in a little less than a year, so I wasn't quite sure where I remembered seeing them the most. Only flashes of Hisana collapsing and coughing. So I figured that I'd make it the familiar yard that leads out from Byakuya's remembrance room which contains the shrine that is dedicated to Hisana (I believe you can see it in Fade to Black(?)). The yard, as I envisioned, contains a small Japanese bridge, with a rather small surface area, and sakura trees surrounding it. Hence the name of the story.

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