-Intro-
The geisha house roars with cheer and laughter for the newly appointed Geisha of the house.
Her voice will pull at your heart strings as she dances her way in!
Urahara proudly boasts daily, each time selling out on tickets to those who seek to take a glimpse of the singing and dancing beauty that every man longs to claim as their own.
Though she doesn't care much for them... They are nothing but womanizing men that she rather not communicate with.
All Rukia longs for is a simple life. She wishes to break free from the over hyped "glitz" and "glamour" of the geisha life. Away from the prattling competition between geishas... She couldn't care less if one of her "clients" went to someone else... It's one less imbecile to deal with...
Rukia just wants a simple life with the boy she fell in love with... The boy who promised her he'd be back... Though it's getting harder for her to wait each passing day...
The candle flickers from the cool night breeze...
Rukia watches the moon as she leans against the windowsill…Thinking of him….
Renji…. Where are you…..
"Stop! Let me go! I need to wait for RENJI!"
Rukia screamed and sobbed for Yoruichi to let her go but it all went unheeded as Yoruichi simply responded, "You won't last on your own… There are evil men out there…"
The candle that flickered, flickered no more as burst of cold wind puts it out, awakening Rukia, sighing.
It was only a dream…. A dream of the past….
Rukia looks at the moon one last time, remembering what Renji told her.
When you get lonely look at the moon... It'll be the same moon I'm looking at...
He's never coming back...
"Rukia-chan! Hurry! You're going to perform soon!"
Kiyomi rushes Rukia through hair and make-up as she trails behind Rukia who rushes her way to the the room, making sure her flower hair pieces are in place.
Rukia is in her zone. She sings and dances as an escape outlet to her sanctuary...A place where she can call her own... That is until Renji comes back for her... Then she can call it their sanctuary...
Rukia peers ahead towards the brightly lit room. The very room Rukia will be gracing her presence with as she walks right in with her beautifully woven kimono, decorated with vibrant flower patterns of sweet afternoons in spring. It was beauty at it's finest...
She stands before the door, sighing,thinking to herself, It's okay Rukia... He's just any other obnoxious guest that MIGHT get grabby... It's okay to swat him away if he gets too rowdy... He's probably drunk an-
"Rukia chan!" Kiyomi uneasily urges, "He's waiting! Remember, you need to impress him!"
Rukia tilts her head confused. Why would there be a need to impress a a man who is clearly drunk on sake with fellow Geisha giggling at their every awful, ill mannered jokes and remarks.
"Why would I need to impress dru-ahhhaa!"
Kiyomi shoves Rukia into the brightly lit floral room laced with jade decor and freshly restocked flowers
Why?
Well, it's the general's quest to seek out the one the one that will fill in the empty void where Hisana's love once resided in...
It's the elders that urges Byakuya, the king, to remarry so an heir to the thrown is secure...
If not?
The empire would crumble down as the ruminates of what use to be a prosperous empire turns into nothing but burnt ruble.
Though Byakuya chooses ignore their warnings and refuses to get remarried because his heart belongs to someone else... It belongs to his dearly departed wife, Hisana.
Hisana was a soft spoken woman who never asked for much.. She never made a fuss when things didn't go her way. She respected the house staff and treated everyone with the utmost sincerity, everyone couldn't help but adore her when all she asks for is Byakuya's love... Nothing more...
"What's your name?" The orange haired General boomed as he poured himself a cup of sake, not paying attention the raven haired beauty standing before him.
He's not so bad looking.. maybe-no. He's starting to drink sake.. *sighs* it's going to be one of those nights again...
"You'll have to guessKurosaki Rikushō.." Rukia sweet cooed as she flutters herself in a pure white Kimono towards the center of jade encrusted floor.
Rukia had a wintry sensation about her. If she were to grace the floor with her presence, all eyes were on her, effortless on her part.
"Well, all I know is that you're the supposedly the singing and dancing beauty that drives men crazy and I'm suppose to check out the facts if you are indeed the singing dancing beauty. So. Again. What's your-" Ichigo looks up as his bronze eyes met her lavender eyes.
A spark was felt.
Rukia was indeed the dancing beauty every man clamored over. From her petite frame to her smooth curves. If Byakuya wasn't pressured to marry Ichigo would have swiped Rukia off her feet and made her his bride...
But that's not going to happen..
He's not on a quest to find love..
No. He's not..
He's here because every other General was ordered to search all across Japan just to find the perfect woman for Byakuya. The one that will captivate Byakuya's deflated heart.
Though Ichigo was left speechless once Rukia opens her red lush lips as she delves into her world of bliss and sings from her heart.
Anchored by the dock where we parted yesterday, So many dreams rush back in so many layers.
"Renji..." Rukia has her face buried between the nook of Renji's wet neck... Wet from her tears. "You can't just leave now... It's my birthday in a few days... Please just stay for my-"
Renji lets out a heave. He doesn't want to leave her but he has to. He has a duty to up hold.. Something Rukia would never understand nor will she ever find out why.
"You know I can't do that..."
After sunset, one can only accompany the moon and wait for loneliness.
"Rukia," Renji gently holds Rukia's chin up. Her skin shimmers beneath the moon light glow.
"I want you to look at the moon when ever you feel lonely... It'll be the same moon I'll be looking at..."
After you, happiness is rare and troubles are many. After me, feelings run deep but fate is frail
"Rukia," Renji loosens his hold, "I need to go..."
"No!" Rukia clenches her fists as she looks at the ground below her, denying her pain to be seen, "You just can't leave me! Not like this!"
Cherish that once had and held you, the dream of my youth, the time we shared...
Nothing was hear but the sound of foot steps becoming fainter and fainter till Rukia mustered everything she had as she looks up, reaching for him as he slowly faded away...
He's never coming back.
Rukia stands still as she heavily breathes from all her twirls blooming into fruition to back flips making men go wild.
And Ichigo?
Ichigo is trying to keep his composure as he thinks to himself, DAMMIT! Why does she have to be so damn attractive!
Out of breath with a smug smile, "My name is Rukia..."
There's going to be time skipping in this...
And I was too lazy to fix the mistakes until now..
xDDD
And yes, this is a ByaRuki fanfic...
And it's gonna be a harem fic...
Everyone wants a piece of Rukia...
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Rikushō means General
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^ the song a friend emailed me
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