I walked one night down a beach, that I newly had discovered, in the outskirts of Rukongai.
The water in the lake looked dark, almost black, and cold.
I heard the waves hit the rocks that was spread occasionally, and I felt the soft white sand against my bare feet.
Suddenly, I heard something more.
It was low, barely audable.
It was the sound of someone crying.
I looked towards where the sound came from, getting a real chock when I saw him. 'Why would... Kuchiki-taicho cry?' I wondered.
He was only wearing a plain black shihakusho, one shoulder accidentaly bared, white in the moonlight.
He weren't wearing anything that showed his status, not his captains-coat, nor his kenseikaan, nor his scarf.
But maybe you, for some reason, didn't want to draw attention'
I watched him cry.
He was still so beautiful, raven hair contrasting with the pale skin, and the glistening tears on his cheeks.
But, however beautiful the tears made my taicho, it hurt to see him cry, and I decided to go over there and stop them from falling.
OWARI