Hi everyone, kiri123 here!
Please be kind, because this is the first fanfic I've ever written. This is ByakHisa, with a BIT of IchiRuki if you look with heavy duty binoculars through a magnifying glass.
My knowledge of Japanese culture is pretty much nonexistent, so please don't hesitate to tell me if I got anything wrong. This should take place around Hanami, the flower viewing season, sometime during the Winter War. I'm not sure if they have fireworks around this time, but like I said; tell me if I get it wrong, because for now, I'm just completely winging it! I know that some of you hate it when random Japanese is put into sentences, like baka and gomen, so I'll try to avoid that.
Italics are the past and Bold Italics are Byakuya's deeper thoughts
Normal is the present
Thank you for reading, and I hope you'll like it!
He loved her dearly. There was no denying that.
He cared for her more than his responsibilities as a Kuchiki.
She was the most precious light in his life. To say anything less would be a lie.
Her name was Kuchiki Hisana.
"Nii-sama?"
Kuchiki Byakuya glanced upwards, his cold gray eyes betraying no hint of the thoughts that had echoed in his head a moment before.
"What is it, Rukia?"
Rukia stood there quietly beside him, a cup of tea in her hands, much like Hisana would before she had fallen ill. The sunlight shifted, and, just for a moment, Rukia was Hisana. The same grace, the same height, the same hesitant, soft smile, and the same large, captivating violet eyes. The resemblance between the two sisters was amazing.
"Nii-sama, how long did you know Hisana before you married her?"
For a moment, Byakuya only stared. This was the question he had least expected her to ask, at a time like this, in the middle of the Winter War.
"My deepest apologies, Nii-sama, if you are uncomfortable with this subject, but please, I would like an answer." There was a steel edge to Rukia's voice that told him she would not take refusal for an answer.
"Sit down, Rukia."
Rukia jumped, slightly surprised. "Y-yes Nii-sama," she whispered, and knelt down beside him.
"Hisana…" he gazed out into the garden, his eyes miles away from the koi pond and sakura trees.
How long did I know her before we married?
It was definitely after she left Rukia.
How long did I know Hisana….
Quite a long time.
Okay! That was just sort of the first part of my two-shot. Sorry for the cliffhanger heh….*please don't kill me*
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