Bleach Drabbles
By: Hogosha Varu
:Disclaimer: I do not own or pretend to own anything from Bleach, thank you Tit-e-man.
:Warnings: Yaoi, Yuri, Het. Some mush, some violence, depends on how I'm feeling.
:Author Note: I'll add to them as I go and remember; I'm a review-hog. I loves reviews so please leave 'em.
Byakuya's Rooms
Light poured through the open, wooden framed window and splashed across the matching oak floor. No objects laid in the sunshine's path to create shadows over the nut-brown panels, nothing lay in the room at all. There were countless rooms like this in the 6th squad's leader's home: white papered walls, wood floors and open windows. In truth he enjoyed the emptiness; it signified that he simply owned that much space, could do whatever he wanted with it and wasn't questioned about it. Not many people in Seireitei could claim the same.
The owner himself however rarely visited those rooms, only one of his three live in servants came every day to wipe the floors and walls and maintain the windows: Open them in the morning and close them at nightfall, cleaning them with a rag each evening.
At the middle of the complex was his own bedroom. It was as meticulous as he and matched the others except for the flawless futon bed placed in the center of the room, pale hued wardrobe of black shinigami garb and white over robes to the side and a small stand with candles adorning his most beloved's picture framed near the back wall.
His house was a copy of the man's heart; empty and clean and quietly chilled for the extent anyone else was allowed to see and hidden away, privately stored at his core, was a shrine reserved for one woman, surrounded by little lights so even when he was surrendered to the dark, he could always hold onto her.