So I'm sitting in my arm chair thinking, "If I get 100 comments on OOTL (One of the Last) I will post a new byaruki fic. Well, I am at 99. Close enough right? I thought so... ;)
Warning: Character death and there may be frequent changes to anything and everything in this due as it is not a developed as I would like it to be but I really wanted to write something so here us goo!
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December 7, 1832
Byakuya laid there with his wife curled into his arms. If the world would stop and allow him to remain this way, he would. She was beautiful: with skin soft as silk and black as night hair and eyes that sparkled like jewels. Her small petite form fit perfectly with his own.
She looked so beautiful when she slept peacefully, like right now. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, she was so incredibly frail looking, but strong. Her porcelain skin somehow seemed to match her.
She was perfect. In every way. He pressed his lips to Hisana's forehead softly, letting himself feel her warmth and purity through the kiss as he closed his grey eyes.
A knock from the front door ruined the perfect moment.
Byakuya hesitated a few seconds, waiting to see if the unwanted guest would leave. He had given all of the servants the weekend off, so that he and Hisana could spend some much needed time together, so no one answered the door automatically. Which means Byakuya had to do it.
Careful not to wake up Hisana, Bykuya untangled himself from his wife and slipped through the bedroom door, heading down the stone steps of their large and beautiful home.
When he opened the door, he was shocked at who was standing there. The mother of his client who was currently standing trial for murder.
"Might I come in?" she asked sweetly.
Byakuya stared for a moment, "Of course." he said moving back to let the elder gypsy in.
Byakuya was a lawyer, nearly the best in the state. His current client, Bryshan Petulengro, had been accused of murdering a shop owner for the money in his cash drawer. The evidence they had was an eye witness. That and Bryshan's initialed handkerchief found near the body. The boy was going to jail for a very long time. Everyone could see that. Byakuya couldn't stop the inevitable no matter how much this loss would cost him. And it would cost him more then he could ever imagine.
"What brings you to my home tonight Mrs. Petulengro?" asked Byakuya as he motioned for her to sit once they reached the large living room filled with expensive furniture.
"My son's case. What are you willing to do to keep him from jail?" she raised her chin slightly. Her white hair stuck out in places like spikes all over her head. The woman's skin looked like a piece of crunched up paper that someone had decided to un-crunch and use it for skin.
"I'm not sure I understand what you are asking." Byakuya looked at the woman carefully now. What was that supposed to mean?
Another knock at the door sounded before the elder woman responded, "One moment please," Byakuya stood, confused. Who on earth, besides his client's mother, would visit him during these cold night hours?
The knocks became louder and more persistent as he approached. The door suddenly flew open, hitting the wall with a loud thud. Byakuya stared in utter shock that someone had dared break into his home. But before he could react, a man dressed similar to Mrs. Petulengro used the butt of a rifle across Byakuya's head, sending him to the floor with the world spinning before his eyes.
"My son was murdered last night!" the gypsy woman was standing now, looking down at Byakuya with the hatred of a thousand.
Byakuya blinked, trying to clear his swirling vision.
"He was beaten to death because you failed to prove his innocence." She snarled.
Byakuya pushed himself up from the stone floor, "You and I both know that he had killed that shop owner. The evidence is irrefutable."
"That doesn't matter! You, I was told, are the best lawyer in the state! You were supposed to stop something like this from happening!" She wagged a wrinkly finger in his face.
Byakuya couldn't care less about this woman and her son, he needed to reach Hisana and get her out of the house before they found her. If they hadn't already.
A scream reached his ears, causing his heart to stop instantly. Byakuya looked up to see one of the intruders holding Hisana by the arm as she fought against her captor. Byakuya lunged towards the man touching his wife and was instantly rewarded with the sound of a rifle firing and a sight of horror.
Pellet pierced flesh.
Hisana dropped.
Byakuya rushed forward, ignoring everyone else in the room, and pulled Hisana to him.
"No, no, no. Hisana, look at me," panic began to creep into his voice as he watched helplessly as her breathing became short gasps for air. His grey eyes began to tear at that thought of having to live without her by his side.
"I lost my son to the angel of death. Now you lose your wife to the same cruel fate." The old woman watched as Byakuya held his fragile, dying wife in his arms.
"She had nothing to do with this!"
"You brought this on her!"
Hisana placed a small delicate hand on his cheek, "B-Byakuya, I l-love y-yo-you so," She gasped for air to fill her lungs causing her to cough, "much." She gave a beautiful weak smile. He covered her small hand on his face with is bigger one and kissed her palm. A pained tear slid silently down his face.
The hole in her stomach continued to bleed ceaselessly. So much blood from such a small person.
"I know baby, I love you too, but you can't leave me, ok?" he pulled her as close as possible and held her.
She smiled at him one last time before her porcelain hand slipped from his and fell limp into her lap. Her eyes closed and her chest fell, never to rise again.
"H-Hisana. Hisana!" Byakuya lowered his head to her still chest and cried.
The next words from the old woman's mouth will forever change Byakuya Kuchiki's life.
"I curse you." said the gypsy. He looked up at the woman, his tear stained face showing nothing but pain. He leapt at her only to be shot, the pellet tearing through his abdomen, stopping him in his tracks. He collapsed to the ground as pain shot up through his entire body.
"Go to h-hell." he sputtered. As large amounts of blood began to pool around him.
"I curse you to walk the earth with the knowledge that you are the reason this happened."
Byakuya pushed himself up to his knees.
The old woman walked to Hisana's body and knelt down, "She is truly beautiful."
"Don't you dare touch her." he snarled viciously. She gave him a smile as she waved her pruned hand above Hisana's body and whispered unintelligible words.
"For every lifetime you live, you will see her and you will know that it is your fault she died."
"No! You did this!" he yelled.
"It is not reincarnation, just a continuation of her bloodline." she said as if she hadn't heard the words that he had screamed at her.
As they left Byakuya to his misery, they lit the satin curtains ablaze with the oil lamps that hung among the walls.
He crawled to Hisana's lifeless body. And collapsed next to her. Byakuya would die next to the one thing in his life worth living for.
He died that night. Next to his love. Under the burning sky.
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December 6, 2012
The medium sized SUV pulled up to the facility and Rukia stepped out of the vehicle gracefully. She had been in South Africa as the leading medical physician for about three years, taking care of everyone and everything that passed through her door and sat or laid down on her table.
The facility itself was a good size and only .4 miles from the small village of ZuluWana. There had been a school put in about twelve years ago, teaching anyone who wanted to learn English. Shortly after, the medical center was put in. It had a main building for emergencies and held most of the medical supplies: beds, CPR equipment, blankets, some food, and much, much more. Including a section just for the tests done. Because of the supplies in this building made of metal, the facility had its own security team and guards all over the place constantly.
The second building held the housing and for all of the doctors (3 individuals) and nurses (7 individuals) and of course the security (25 individuals). All of the buildings were connected to the main power source, an entirely separate building, and they had their own individual generators. The doctors' personal offices were towards the back of the building.
Another building for surgeries and another for just normal hospital rooms for those who have to stay over night. And another for storage and a final building known as the cafeteria.
A total of 5 buildings made up the facility.
Rukia has gone through two attacks by the local "gangs" who thought they could break in and steal whatever they could get their hands on. It was a rough life there but she pushed through it everyday.
There was a problem, however, an outbreak of an unknown disease has been slowly spreading amongst the people of ZuluWana. As if life wasn't already difficult.
Rukia headed into her own office with the bag of stuffed animals from the local market to give to the kids who were scared that came in to see her.
She entered her office swiftly and tossed the bag of goodies on her file covered desk as she put her hair into a ponytail.
The phone rang.
Crap. This is what she had been dreading all day. The phone call that would tell her the results of the tests that she knew were going to come back negative.
She picked it up, "This is Rukia Ryoka."
"Good afternoon Miss Ryoka, this is David Schmier."
Rukia sat up straight, this was the Chief of Marywhether Hospital who wanted to send her a new doctor to help with the outbreak.
"Oh hi! Good afternoon, Chief!" she piped up.
"I have decided that since you have had some trouble identifying the disease, that I would send over a brilliant doctor by the name of Byakuya Kuchiki. He will be of great help. A brilliant man."
Shit.
"That sounds wonderful and all, however, I am currently waiting for a call from our labs telling me the results. This hopefully will tell us what it is we are dealing with." She said, hopeful sounding.
"Yes, well, I am still sending him to you regardless," he said. Rukia sighed, defeated. He most likely hadn't heard a word about her hopeful test results.
"Look I..."
"Thank you. Have a wonderful day Miss Ryoka." the line went dead. Replacing the phone on the receiver, she put her head down on her desk and blew out a frustrated breath.
A knock on the door made her groan, "Dr. Ryoka? Your one o'clock is here."
Fuck dammit!
Rukia looked up and nodded at the nice Hanataro Yamada who was kind enough to let her know. She stood and grabbed her white coat from the hook on her wall near her door and slipped it on.
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"Adede!" Rukia knelt down to the ground and scooped up the small boy in her arms and hugged him tightly.
"Hi Ookeeah!" he chirped. She smiled happily at the 4 year old as she placed him on the examination table.
Adede was born four years ago next week in this very hospital to a mother who loved him more than life itself and only trusted Rukia with her babies care.
Rukia turned to Adede's mother who watched with a beautiful smile on her face.
"How have you guys been?" Rukia asked Alaba, Adede's mother.
"Well, Adede had a cold a few weeks ago." she said.
Rukia turned to the small boy, "A cold!"
Adede nodded
"Do you feel ok now?" she asked.
Another happy nod.
"Good," she said, "Lay down kiddo!" she cooed. The small dark skinned boy did as she said. Rukia began to push gently into the child's stomach and abdomen in general, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. As she did so, the boy giggled happily making Rukia and Alaba smile.
Once she was done with her examination, Rukia gave the boy a chocolate flavored sucker and sent him and his mother to fill out the needed forms. Now next was her two o'clock. She did have a two o'clock right? She was pretty sure she remembered three appointments for kids today. Or maybe that was supposed to be tomorrow.
A horn shook her from her thoughts.
"Hey Rukia! I got the new guy!" Called Tousen, the facilities designated driver, sort of. He helped with deliveries and driving emergencies to and from.
Wait a second. New guy?
Rukia walked towards the van and stopped when she saw the man who stepped out.
Well, I did do research for this one :) so I hope you like the first chapter! If you want the new one, you have to R&R! You know I love them comments!
Until next time!
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