I Promise...
By Melissa
Disclaimer:: The background and characters of this story doesn't belong to me, but to Tite Kubo, creator of Bleach. All rights reserved. Constructive criticism is welcome. No flames please.
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He saw her, her graceful beauty, her gorgeous eyes, her loving smile. He walked to her, slowly, memorizing everything there was to her. She radiated sunlight, surrounding her in light and made her skin glow. She stood by herself in a meadow of wild flowers, her hair blowing in the wind, her face lifted to the sky. Her eyes were closed, but there was a calming peace about her. Her hands were palm down, touching the very tops of the flowers, taking in their warmth and beauty.
He came up behind her and put his arms around her, holding her close. She didn't have to look back; she knew exactly who it was. She leaned her head back into the crook of his neck, fitting perfectly, as if they were made for each other. She took his hands in hers, replacing the flower's warmth with his. He closed his eyes, feeling peace and tranquility that he had never felt before. In the eye of the storm, she could be his anchor, his safe haven, his only light in the dark distance.
Suddenly, a great and encompassing darkness engulfed the field, casting it in shadows and coldness. She screamed, collapsing to the ground, clutching her chest. He didn't know what to do, what to think. Nothing could be comprehended in this madness, this chaos. His beloved was being taken away, swept up in the darkness and he knew he had to save her. But try with all his might, he could not take away her coldness, her fear, her pain.
And just as suddenly as the darkness came, it was gone, just like that. And without a moment's notice, she was gone. Swept up in the chaos, in the all encompassing shadows that still pierce is every thought and daily life. He could still feel her hand in his, her head against his shoulder, her hair in his face, her eyes staring at his, her smile lighting his life, her soul with his. But it was gone, all of it. And he could never get it back. All he could hear in the darkened meadow of dead flowers was her never-ending scream.
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So this is just the start of a new story that will hopefully get finished in a relatively quick manner. I really wanted to write another Bleach fanfiction but I didn't want to do it over UraharaxYoruichi again. So I decided to do one based off of ByakuyaxHisana, his late wife. This is a story that I became really interested in so hopefully it'll turn out all right. Please let me know if things are incorrect or if it's too OOC. Watch out for more later!