Looking for Beta-reader for this and my other Bleach story. Warning: non-native English user, so gramatical mistakes more than likely
Title:Keishi (Heir)
Summary: What it mean to be a noble in Soul Society, to be the heir to a noble family, to be a Kuchiki? Betrayal, intrigue,…
Chapter 1
Dreaming. He knew he was dreaming, but it felt so real. He could clearly hear the running nude feet's noise on the hard wood floor, and feel the hot, dry air and bright, shiny midday sun on his skin. The birds sing and the small creek's babble noise made everything seem so peaceful. He skidded to halt before the soiji screen, he raised his hand to knock on the door, when raised voices filtered thought the thin paper door. His curiosity perked, he eased the soiji screen open a bit, just enough to be able to look inside. Blood splattered the walls and door, he felt something warm hitting his face. He just stood there and stared, frozen in his place as one of the man fallen to his knees, the man's sword clattered on the floor, as he chuckled. "So it came to this." chocked voice rasped out, his dark haired obscured his face from the view. But he knew who the man was. His hart clenched painfully in his chest, as he breathed out the man's name.
"Father."
Suddenly a dark form stepped in his sight of view; he somehow almost forget the other man's present, he couldn't tear his gaze from the bloody sword, it swing lightly as it's owner walked toward him. He raised his eyes slowly to be able to see the man's face.
Long dark locks framed the man's pale face, and emotionless, empty grey eyes, the man looked straight in his eyes, his hart skipped a bit. His instincts screamed to him to move, he staggered backward, just in time to avoid the deathly blade as it slicked thought the door and the place where he stood just a second before. Paper and wood pieces flow in all direction, the ruined door hanged limp in its frame.
His father's killer stood before him in his full glory, the sun glittered on the blade. The man smirked and stepped toward him, his whole body froze, and his limbs didn't obey him anymore. His body shocked as the man towered over him; cruel, twisted smile grazed the man's face as he looked down at the boy.
He couldn't, he didn't hesitate anymore, his body moved to its own accord. He sprinted thought the silent garden.
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Byakuya woke, his eyes fluttered open and the dream was just a dream again. He sat up on his futon, his long, silken, ebony hair fluttered around him in the early morning breeze. He rose to his feet and moved to his dressing table. His fingers lingered on his comb, as he glanced up to meet his reflection's gaze in the mirror. For a moment, he saw his dream's emotionless, empty eyes, before they faded back to his own darker blue-grey eyes. He averted his gaze and picked up his comb.