Hey everybody! Crazy Alligator here, this is my second ByaHisa fanfic. I really find this pairing sweet, and love that Byakuya has a bigger heart than he shows. Anyways, this is third-person Hisana's POV, and her thoughts about her dear, sweet Byakuya. Enjoy!
If Only
Byakuya…he was her enigma. Her big, strong, dark-eyed enigma.
Hisana was well aware of the condition he lived by, and she found it to be one of the most ironic things she had ever heard of. He was forced to act like a soulless being with no emotions, no compassion, and, most depressing of all, no heart. It saddened her deeply, if for no other reason than the fact that, on the inside, he was the exact opposite.
Her Byakuya…he was strong-willed, hotheaded, quick to emotions, and more passionate than a million flaming suns. But, for the majority of his life, he had been and was still made to keep himself contained, composed, and controlled. In public, he had to wear his mask of majesty, put on a façade of gracefulness accompanied by a formal, cold attitude. The only part of the real Byakuya he revealed to the outside was his determination and the way he cherished his honor, as those two features were the things that kept him so strictly to his fake persona.
Aside from finding her dear sister, it was Hisana's deepest wish that he would, some day, be able to act as himself in front of others, that he would never have to hide himself ever again. She didn't enjoy seeing his personality covered, concealed behind those cold eyes and stoic face. What she delighted in was seeing the way he acted when the two of them were alone together, when he stripped himself of his faux character…
When he would embrace her, kiss her, make love to her. The fire in his eyes, the passion he showed to her, the care and concern and compassion…they were the reasons she absolutely loved to be alone with him, because it allowed her to see him, to see the man she fell in love with. Someone who was happy and in love…not a bleak automaton, hardened and unable to process any kind of humanity.
She sometimes felt selfish for her sentiments, like she just wanted this change because she wanted his full capacity and love open to her at all times, rather than having them only in their rare, stolen moments of isolation together. But when she observed the joy he had in those fleeting times they were allowed, she knew that it was not simply her self-centeredness driving her wish. She wanted his happiness. She knew that, if he was allowed freedom over himself, he would be happier, and that was all she really wanted. She wanted her true love to live blissfully and joyfully.
She wanted others to see him for who he was. She wanted an end put to the questions other ladies would ask her, the inquiries asking her how she could possibly live with a man so uncaring and loveless. It pained her to hear things like that. Every time the statements reached her ears, she just wanted to scream at the women that he wasn't like that, that he was a loving husband who was devoted to her and cherished her.
If only he wasn't trapped by his condition.
If only he could just…be himself.
If only…
She held him in a naked embrace, and his eyes peeked up at her from where his face was buried in her shoulder, strong arms wrapped about her waist. She could clearly see the emotion they contained, the passion, the admiration, the adoration, the devotion, the love…
"I love you, Byakuya-sama…" And she tightened her arms around him, nuzzling his hair.
If Only…
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How did everybody like it? I hope it was good, and that I successfully pulled off the combination of fluff and angst. Tite Kubo owns Bleach, and all comments and opinions are appreciated and loved!