Hello everyone and thank you for reading this. My previous stories have always been criticized for being too short and missing details. This time, I promise to try my hardest to describe everything, and add details. I've had this idea for a while now and thought it might make a good story. Here's my first try, it's unedited, and so I'd really appreciate comments and reviews, even negative ones, because they help me improve the most. If I don't think anyone's reading, I may stop writing, so keep the comments coming. Hope you enjoy. Nothing much happens in this chapter, but I introduce one of my OCs and Renji. Hisagi will appear in chapter two, so enjoy!
The Almost Perfect Night
Somewhere out there in the world, there is love enough for everyone. Why is it then that some go their whole lives without ever finding it? Perhaps it is because love is like any other thing we want in life. It is not a right or an obligation. It is not handed to us free of charge. We must earn and find our own love, and it's always in the last place we look.
It was a perfect night. A beautiful night. A night that banished all fears and apprehension. The endless black sky wrapped itself around the world, like a snug quilt, protecting it and keeping it warm. It seemed close enough to touch, and the perfect pinpoints of light seemed close enough to hold in her hand. The stars were singing tonight, as they always did for her, but tonight their harmony seemed to fit even better and their tune without words seemed more beautiful than life itself. The moon too, seemed to add a voice of her own to the complex, yet simple music of the stars. Her craters were all revealed, and her perfect sphere shape rivaled the perfection of the blackness.
There was a slight breeze, just enough to ruffle her long brown hair, blowing it across her perfect skin and full, red lips. Her long, fingers, surprisingly thin and unblemished for the life she had chosen gently pulled some loose strands of hair away from her big, grey, innocent eyes to tuck the strands behind her ears along with the rest of her unbound hair. The night wind brought the subtle sent of jasmine and cinnamon from someone's evening baking to her straight nose reminding her of the amazing feast she had had earlier that night.
Not far off, the sakura trees in the park were in bloom, and the stray petals that
floated gently across the gentle scenery seemed to glow like the stars overhead. They danced in the breeze as if they could hear the song the night sky was singing dipping, twirling and spinning before falling gently to the coble stone ground. The streets around Seireitei were quiet. Most people had turned in for the night, but the street lamps that gave the street its glow still burned strong. Few sounds could be heard. A ways away, a late night bar, still served several straggling customers, ruining the peace of the moment. Kianna sighed, the peace in her soul shattered for a moment. She hadn't come here to simply enjoy a beautiful evening. She had a job to do, and places to be and one rather annoying newly appointed captain to take care of.
Grimacing, she slipped of the top of the tall seki seki stone gates that separated Seireitei from Rukongai and landed softly on her feet. She did not make a sound for fear of missing the last few notes of the wonderful music being played overhead. The last chord was so beautiful she could have stood there for hours, mesmerized by the pure sound. Another crash and a yell from the bar brought her soul's winged feet back to earth. She really did have a job to do. Sighing she turned in the direction of her taicho's favorite bar and walked off, as graceful as a dancer to collect him before he broke another priceless vase. Correction, it was an almost perfect night.
It was a perfect night. It had been a good day to be alive. The summer's blissful breeze had blown throughout the afternoon, wiping the sweat away from wearied foreheads. It had been an even better day to be a shinigami. On days like this, the pride of the gotei 13 was at its peak and the atmosphere reeked of dignity and honor. It had been a great day to don for the first time, that illustrious white hakima with the proud number five emblazoned on the spotless back. It was amazing how different the captain's cloak felt. It added a great weight to his shoulders and a direction to his footsteps. One step closer, one day nearer to defeating Byakuya, the man who had taken Rukia from him.
Even so, he could no longer find it in himself to hate his former captain. Yes, he had taken away his best friend. Yes he had made the last few years of his life a misery, but he had also taught him much. Byakuya had been like a mountain, standing in his way, taunting him to walk his dangerous paths. At the time, it sucked like hell. The way was steep, and lonely. The land treacherous and deserted, but when he emerged on the other side, the sun was brighter, and the grass greener. The man had been a milestone he had to pass. He couldn't rest until he had. Now, he could stand side by side with his former master proudly. Rukia was gone. He had lost her to Ichigo, but there were so many more beautiful flowers on this side of the mountain.
It had been a very good day indeed, to finally wash away all his feelings of hatred, for Byakuya, Ichigo, and even himself, yet the day had not been perfect. The night was perfect. What better way was there to celebrate a promotion than drinking the night away in his favorite bar, the cat's tail? With good and old friends all around him, it was easy to forget the responsibilities of his new status, especially when Rangiku was drunk as well. The strawberry-blonde woman became very… suggestive when intoxicated. At the moment, she was trying to force herself on a very red faced Kira who was shaking his head violently, and trying to escape her hug so he could breathe. Her assault had become a type of amusement, and it became a game among the four men (Kira, Hisagi, Ikaku and Renji) as to who her victim that night would be. It was a perfect night to be surrounded by friends and sake.
Looking around him appreciatively, Renji's gaze stopped at the door. A small, slight brunette girl was leaning against the door frame arms crossed. . Her lips were pursed and her eyebrows rose above shining grey eyes. Her overall expression was one of skepticism and disappointment.
Even in his drunken state, Renji knew to be worried. His new lieutenant, Kiarra, was a force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to sake, a drink she hated. Standing, silhouetted against the black backdrop, she cleared her throat and jerked her head towards the door. Renji had no idea how she could so easily make him feel like a two year old. Standing sullenly, and slightly wobbly, he said his good nights to all that were sober enough to hear and understand him, and staggered to the door.
Gesturing with a delicate hand that he was to exit first, his small subordinate marched him out of the bar like a prisoner of war. Correction it was an almost perfect night.
And that's chapter one. I hope you didn't fall asleep or die of boredom or puke while reading it. I didn't say anything too shocking so I really hope you didn't have a heart attack. If you liked it, tell me so, and make suggestions by all means. If you hated it, tell me what you didn't like so I can change it and improve. See you in a bit with the next chapter (soon if I get lots of reviews, and later on if I don't).
Bye for now,
Carrotgirl5