New, first Bleach story.
I don't own much.
"What will we name her?" for it was a 'her', all of the doctors insisted. A girl. A precious daughter.
The night was cool, the sun long set to leave behind the pale light of a waning moon. Its light shimmered on the surface of the pond, disturbed only by the occasional break of the koi that swam lazy circled beneath the surface. All around plants grew, their colorful blooms gone to bed with the rest of the world.
The couple sat on the walkway, stones marking a path through the courtyard that spread across them.
Clouds drifted across the crescent in the sky, plunging the world below into darkness. The woman released a distressed song, covering her swollen stomach with on hand. Her partner wrapped an arm around her shoulders, placing his larger hand over hers.
The darkness was broken by small specks, flickers in the darkness of gold.
The man cupped his wife's hand in his, pulling it away to hold in front of them. One of the lights landed in her palm, winking cheerfully even in the shadows of the night.
"Hotaru," he said at last. "To offer a light even when the sky is black."
Hotaru. The firefly.