Welcome this is my first published fanfic so please be kind to me.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own bleach in anyway but I thank Kubo Sensei for creating such a great creation
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"Let me go!" I shouted to my older brother who both held me with one arm each I swung my legs to try and get out but as always it was in vane, my brothers where strong teens and I wasn't even 10. I was five and childish, my brother held me as I saw my father walked along the veranda in his impressive kimono he wore, it showed who he was, my father was head of our household and clan, and we were nobility, the highest of all nobility soul society, but at the age of five I was more afraid of my father then the world, compared to him I looked like a filthy child from the poorest of all districts. My plum kimono ripped and muddy, my knees bleeding and my hair messy, I didn't even dare look up at him in fear as I heard his steps, I stopped fighting and let myself kneels to the floor before him, I heard soft steps behind him, thy were my mothers to make sure he wouldn't step out of line.
I didn't hear his voice nor my mothers all I heard was the sound of his palms against my cheek, I looked at him out of shock tears rolling down my face.
"WHAT A DISGRACE!" he boomed and I could just tell my brothers were laughing behind me and smiling. " look at the state of you, you run off without your escort and you get into trouble and have a fight, how dare you dirty our name, I swear Byakuya if you hinder the Kuchiki name once more you will not even bare the name!"
I said nothing what could I say, I was a child, was I not to make mistakes, were my brothers not once like me, are nobility not allowed a childhood? My father walked away and my brothers followed they looked back at me and sneered at me, only my mother remained, she knelt down in front of me, I didn't even dare look at her, she was an angel like the ones said to be on earth, I could smell the jasmine oil in her hair and kimono.
"You are not afraid of me also are you Byakuya?" she asked me
"No" I whispered in my small croaky voice.
"Then why not look at me my son?" I lifted up my head to see her face, she was not old but had beard many children, not all living to a high age mostly sons but also daughters. As I looked up at her she held me in her arms as if to protect me then she said those words she would always say when my father hit me and shouted at me those few words that I hated. " he only does it because he cares" he didn't care. He wanted a noble son not a small child, but I can be a noble and a child cant I?