This is a story I came up with recently. It's about what would have happened if Ichigo didn't save Rukia. It's from Byakuya's Point of View.

Disclaimer- I don't own Bleach. And sadly, I don't own Byakuya. But if I did… ;)

I'm so sorry Hisana. I broke my promise. I let her die. I'm sorry…

I drank down another shot of whiskey. I usually never drank. Usually.

I let Rukia die. I promised Hisana I would protect her little sister. And I let her die. I could have saved her. But I didn't.

Why hadn't I saved her? Why had I stood there and watched her die? My wife's dying wish was to keep Rukia safe. But I did nothing while she was executed right in front of me.

I drank down another shot. I was drunk now. I sat in my study, the door locked.

That orange haired punk should have saved her. Or Renji. Or the countless others who could have come to her rescue.

No, now I was just blaming others for my mistake. It was my duty to protect Rukia. Or, at least it was.

What reason did I have to live? Hisana is dead, and so is the last and only thing I had of her.

Two sisters/ their blood is on my hands. Hisana died from illness, but I still blame myself for it. And Rukia…

My life meant nothing. I wasn't needed. No one needed, nor wanted me. I was a waste.



I drew my zanpaku-to and gently stoked the blade my senbonzakura. My beauty. The blade shone by the dim light of the fire. The red and orange flames reflected on its shiny surface.

I was dead, asleep. The world, it meant nothing. I no longer had any desire to fight, to save lives. I couldn't even save those who were precious to me. I was worthless.

Why hadn't I been killed? Why couldn't Renji have killed me? Or Aizen. Or Gin. So many enemies, yet I'm still alive.

I think I still expect the orange haired kid to rush in and killed me. I looked over to the door, waiting for it to happen. But he wasn't going to come. No on can save me. I will live on.

I reached for the bottle of whiskey and began pouring another glass. But halfway through it, I stopped. I gripped the bottle, squeezing it until it shattered. The glass cut my hand and blood dripped onto the floor.

As I stared at the red liquid, I thought again of Rukia's death. She hadn't cried. Or screamed. She hadn't fought back. She had gone peacefully, without a struggle. And I just stood by and watched.

When she looked at me, her eyes were filled with sadness. She was begging for me to rescue her. And I had ignored her silent pleas. I was pathetic.

That was all I could take. I realized at that moment there was a way to escape this unbearable pain. Only one way…

I unlocked the door, but kept it shut. I removed my shirt and placed the point of my sword over my heart. I closed my eyes and plunged the blade through my chest.

There was a blinding white light. I opened my eyes. Standing in front of me were Hisana and Rukia. They were smiling,



The two sisters ran forward and each took one of my hands. They pulled me forward, into the light. My heart was filled with happiness. Neither one of them was angry with me. I had escaped from the pain.

The next morning, a maid went in to find Byakuya Kuchiki dead. Her screams woke the whole house.

It was clear what had happened. No one had any doubt. Byakuya had gone to join his family. He had gone to fix his mistake.

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