Disclaimer: Bleach and all Bleach characters are the rightful propery of the makers of Bleach. I don't own them, just my own made up characters. Enjoi.
The night air sent a small chill through soul society as the seasons changed normaly from summer to fall as they would in the real world. This night, though, would be a night marking another change in the structure of society itself.
A long figure stood in the clearing of the cherry blossom grove which were already starting their seasonal hybernation. Her hair waved with the wind, as if bidding a long heartbreaking farewell to the past. In the distance small footsets could be heard, trembling with each crunch upon the leaves fallen to the ground.
"This isn't easy" the lone figure sighed, keeping her head turned away from the footsteps, "...this hurt...more than you know..."
A pair of mahogany arms found their way around the figure's neck, tears wetting a small portion of hair just below her neckline. The silence between them mirrored the cold breeze of change, seemingly flowing on forever.
"...why..." she whispered, embracing the figure even tighter as if never wanting to let go, "...why ust it be this way... why do you have to...what abou-"
"Yoruichan..."
A pair of silver eyes met the tearful gaze of golden globes, sharing the heartbreaking pair with hers. She was beautiful in every way imaginable. From her smoothe mocha skin, to her purples hair. Her eyes reminded her of the sun just as it set upon the horizon while her touch made even the gloomiest of days brighter than the longest summer day. This... was torture...
"I'm sorry... it... I..." she turned her eyes away from Yoruichi, not focusing on anything in particular on the ground as strangds of fire red hair swayed to and fro her vision. Their paths were not paths easily travelled nor easily accepted in sould society.
"Harushi...it's just..I...I don't udnerstand...you can change everything..."
She sighed as it seems the weight of the world became heavier with Yoruichi's words. It was true. In time she could change soul society's structure. She could even do away with a lot of inconsistancies within the rules and regulations, but that time had not come nor would it for some time. Besides. There were complicated matters involved. A lone tear traced a path along Harushi's sun kissed cheek.
"If I am to become a key instrument in soul society..." she paused, rubbing the back of her coppor coloured hand against Yoruichi's soft cheek, "...then...I need to brink about Justice to my family's house..."
Harushi smiled warmly, thinking to the moments her and her Yoruichan shared between one another as teenagers. Cupping her hand on Yoruichi's chin, Harushi leaned towards her, bringing Yoruichi's lips to meet hers before planting a deep kiss upon them. Yoruichi cried a bit more as she felt an empty void birth itself inside her as feelings that ran deeper than the oceans itself that bonded the girls together was not seperated by a great divide. This could be the very last time the two of them would see each other for a lifetime.
Uncertainty...that was one of the darkest and scariest feelings one could ever experience.
Yoruichi brushed Harushi's hair with her left hand, letting each silky strand flow through her finger tips as she savored the kiss. Harushi's composure melted into a river of tears, her embracing tightening around Yoruichi as she struggled internally, torn between staying and leaving, tortured by the decision she made and how she had to follow through on a promise. She finally managed to gain enough composure to finish her statement, pulling away from their kiss.
"Yoruichan... I need to experience the worst...if I am to bring the best...to soul society"
As much as Yoruichi hated this, she understood. Soul Society had a great deal of corruption. Perhaps even teh smalest of lights could restore the glory soul society once claimed in centuries passed.
Yoruichi planted one last kiss upon Harushi, tears now streaming from her eyes as she trembled in an embrace. Harushi inhaled her scent one last time, savoring the sweet scent of essence one last time.
Harushi pulled away, looking into Yoruichi one last time, smiling warmly with an unspoken goodbye as she turned with sword in hand to her destination.
"Don't follow me, Yoruichan...this is something I have to do..."
She disappeared into the shroud of darkness. Yoruichi stood in the mist of the fallen leaves, looking in the direction which her Harushi disappeared to. Gried gripped her heart as she wept, holding the momento left in her hands from her Harushi, a silver ring with their names engraved in gold upon a cherry blossum band.
"I love you..."whisered the wind, comforting one small part of Yoruichi as she wept.
More to come soon. Stay turned