Ehh haha. Decided to make this because the other day and for the last week, I've been contemplating on how Byakuya and Hisana could have met.

I thought this a little far-fetched but hey, my imagination ran wild. The ending's kinda...ehh X) Will be continuing :')


The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. - Audrey Hepburn

It was that one evening when he decided to head out from the very home that raised him – a rare feat – to satisfy his boredom. Seldom does the Kuchiki get bored since there is usually a lot to do if and when he finished his work – His calligraphy club, watching the cherry blossoms from the tree that he and his parents nurtured in their backyard as a child, and focusing on the next merchandise he should put Ambassador Seaweed in – yet for once, he wanted to do none of those.

He adjusted his white garb and glanced behind him in wonder before heading out the door, the sound of the clock arm ticking on his wall.

The Rukongai was for him, small. Not that surprising as the young man never really spent his time outside the hard cemented walls that housed him his whole life. Perhaps he could blend in? His eyes remained forward yet he could tell the aura he was giving others – side glances, moving out of their way and of course, the obvious whispers. Then again, blending in, was not easy at all.

Why get himself in this situation? He didn't belong in the Rukongai, let alone, fitting with these people. As he walked farther from home, he realized the immense state of poverty as society moved remoter from the Seireitei, a disappointing discovery. The day hasn't even fully ended and he was already annoyed at the destitution of this place, the guilt swelling over him as he noticed the close observance by most civilians. If it wasn't that, it was definitely the narrow streets that were occupied by little children playing ball, the restricted roads made him shudder.

His feet stopped at a small river just below a field of grass. His eyes darted at the small figure in front of him watching intently at the smooth flow of the slow river currents, passing small boulders and carrying tiny leaves with them. Her tattered brown clothes that held her comfortably weren't enough to keep her warm from the cool breeze that began to howl as the night grew. She kept her knees to her chin, her arms wrapped around them and smiled to herself.

She never noticed him even when she rose to dust off her already ragged one piece to pick up her small brown sack. She exhaled deeply before coughing and in the spur of the moment, fell to the ground.


She awoke to see herself on a comfortable bed; the gleaming light from the outside glared a little inside that woke her. It was only minutes later when she realized the restful night she had - the warm protection of a comforter and the snug feeling of the pillows around her- and slowly rose herself to gaze naively at the large and bare room. She rubbed her eyes with her hand and blinked them slowly to look at a young woman enter and set down breakfast in front of her.

"Are you feeling better, miss?" her cheery voice made Hisana smile and nod.

"Thank you, but where am I?"

"At the Kuchiki manor-" her eyes blinked again in curiosity.

"Kuchiki manor?"

"The master found you in the Rukongai district fainted, you needed medical attention so he brought you here-"clearly, Hisana had no recollection of her collapse, and as hard as she tried to remember, her mind couldn't grasp the previous night.

"Here's breakfast, you should eat," her face flushed at the thought of her in a manor. It was enough she brought embarrassment to herself in the state that she was in, but her stay in this manor made her stomach churn despite the friendly and welcoming helpers.

"T-thank you," Hisana's nervous thanks and flushed face must have alarmed the helper, since she quickly bowed to her and made her leave for the door.

"The master will be happy to see you as well," she gave Hisana one last smile before closing the door silently.


It seems for many people, it would be exciting. After all, being tended in a manor the size of God knows how many Rukongai districts is…well, lucky and absolutely fortunate. Most would enjoy the servings and comfort, the luxury of large gardens and saunas (for you can bet if the Kuchiki had his own mini forest in his house, not to mention a training ground, he MUST have a couple of saunas). Yet the tiny girl who barely reached 5'0 was scared, nervous and ashamed. Ashamed that someone of her status ended up hospitalized in a place like this.

"I'm being pitied," she thought, and then again, it was no surprise.

She was led outside to the garden as she always loved nature. Her breathing deep as she held her chest a little, clenching the silk robe she wore (after being told by a helper to wear it as an order by the master). She cleared her throat and hadn't noticed him sit beside her.

"Are you feeling better?" he positioned himself to sit properly, his eyes darting at the blue bird on his bridge. She slowly turned her head and scanned at his face, never giving his eyes a chance to look at her.

"Y-yes…Thank you…But you didn't need to go through all this…" her eyes stared down at the wooden balcony, too embarrassed to even glance.

"You can't go back out there. Not in your current state. You will stay here." His sharp, cold words widened her eyes. She gulped slowly and looked to her right, her attempt in covering the redness of her face upon hearing his decision.

"N-no, it's fine…I'm feeling much better, anyways-"

"You will stay here, until you are fully recovered." She sighed and again, looked down, beaten.

Was there ever a point in trying to challenge the Kuchiki noble? Nope. So she obeyed and nodded her head, running her hands over the fabric of her sleeves.

"T-thank you…" her whisper reached his ears as he nodded.

"Next time, don't stay out that late in the cold."

He turned his head to gaze at her large purple eyes, full of love, warmth and acceptance as she blushed at the sight of him. Eyes full of emotion and compassion, eyes that never judge, that never condemn, because no one deserves to be treated that way. His cold gray eyes softened in sympathy and worry as she smiled embarrassingly.

"Y-yes,"

He rose and offered his hand to her, her small hand reaching for it…