~~~Geisha~~~
The years passed by, the leaves ever-changing season to season. Brilliant green of the tender folds crinkled to a soft buttery orange in autumn. Yes, the seasons changed and still he did not come.
They said to not bother, it was a foolish love.
Love not reciprocated because their worlds were so different.
He could not love a Geisha, the most beautiful in all of the red light district in Edo. Sleeves of white brushed her tears away, the moon rose above the winter garden. On a night such as this...
She remembered; what could not be...
A/N: don't own Bleach. Just a little odd sumthin' that came out :P review if thou so choses.