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Union
I
Written by Dragenruler
Dedicated to Rose Attack
Everything around her was shifting, transforming into such enticing forms and colours, each varied beautifully. They were slowly plucked as their colours changed, tumbling towards the earth in torrents, slowly one-by-one… It was bewitching, all the brown and earthy colours that surrounded her, and she always admired this season more than others.
It seemed absurd to her that most people would believe spring to be her favourite season, but that was her to-be-husband. He loved when the aroma of newly developed petals embraced their house, the lush-green and the beautiful colours of pink and yellow combined spread throughout the scenery. Truthfully, spring gave her allergies.
She might have adored the season more if she was not sneezing and sniffing through those agonizing few months. It made her giddy to know that it was a tradition to marry in only those two months. She knew her to-be-husband would've loved a spring wedding, to be enveloped by such a divine smell and colour, but he wanted to make her happy.
It was something she always dreamed of, to be wedded during such an enticing day enclosed by earthy colours. The season was soothing towards her, everything went to sleep or became barren, and it was the season of change. It was graceful when the leaves turned colours, brown and gold entwining together as they slowly, gently tottered towards her.
She loved autumn and she would've loved to get married on the autumnal equinox, but she quickly dismissed that thought. Truthfully, to her, it did not matter where or how they got married as long as they did. He made her mirthful and it was a miracle that someone of his status and beauty would love her…
It was outlandish to think about. Her Byakuya-sama was elegant and alluring, he was too good for someone as immoral as her… No! This was no time to think about that… Today was her wedding day, and she promised to herself and Byakuya-sama that she would not ponder on about that for only today, besides the stress was not good for her anymore.
A gentle sigh escaped from her ruby-coloured lips, she loved their heritage and was proud to be Japanese, but she had to admit that she loathed how white she looked. It was traditional, but that did not mean that she had to like it. Her complexion was ghostly and if she had any black spots on her body or clothes, she would look like a cow.
Hisana could not wait to wash herself; to get rid of these pigments that coated her skin. She was painted, her whole body masked with white paint. Everywhere she looked, and everything was white…
Her Byakuya-sama had some of his maids' paint her body, her make-up was done professionally, not that there was much of it… Her face was as white as milk and her lips were a type of crimson-colour, her eyes were shaded with slight coral-pink colours that faded into the whiteness of her skin.
She was painted pure-white from head to her toes; it was to visibly declare her maiden status to the gods. It was designed to show her purity to both their families. Her family was gone, they would've loved to be with her today… His family did not bother to acknowledge her; she knew they would not show today, besides Byakuya-sama's grandfather.
Kuchiki Ginrei was another anomaly. Neither Hisana nor Byakuya-sama knew where Ginrei stood in their relationship. Most of Byakuya's family had shown how they felt about a street-rat joining the family, both she and Byakuya was frowned upon. They loathed her, they wanted her gone and at first they did everything to stop their relationship.
A soft frown graced Hisana's tender and frail features, she did not want to think about everything they had done. The Kuchiki family were powerful, and they refused to let her become the head of their family. No, after today there was nothing they could do to hurt her, to try and push her away from her Byakuya-sama…
They were not even here to torment her, and truthfully it made her feel worse… Byakuya-sama's family did not want to be at his wedding, but his grandfather tried. Hisana tried to hide the fact from Byakuya-sama, that she had seen Ginrei's disappointed face when she was around, it hurt but at least Ginrei tried to be happy for his grandson and Hisana knew it meant everything to Byakuya that his grandfather tried to approve of her.
It also meant everything to her…
Hisana felt like a doll, a very white doll. Another sigh escaped from her again as she traced twirls with her fingers on the elegant and angelic silk. It felt like velvet, it was divine to touch and it made Hisana want to giggle in mirth.
It was angelic and delicate, and she knew it made her Byakuya-sama proud to see her in his family's shiromuku, his mother and grandmother wore this divine raiment, it truthfully brought a sincere simper on her face, a self-conscious one. The attire was a little big for her, but she did not dare change anything on this beautiful white clothes.
Every layer of clothes was pure white, her inner wears and accessories and it made her feel empty and tormented. Hisana was not virtuous, not after what she had done in Inuzuri… Wearing white, she did not deserve such high honour. In their culture white was regarded as a symbol of pureness, cleanness or virginity. All three things she did not have…
The colour white could be dyed with any colour, which meant that brides were ready to be dyed with the colour of their groom. Years, the colour white has also been regarded a sacred colour. It was appropriate for Hisana to be wearing such enticing cloths, and it was adulation for Ginrei to accept Hisana in his life and gave his approval for her to wear this beautiful attire.
If Hisana had to be honest, those gorgeous and radiant and colourful ornaments that pulled and pushed and tugged at her hair, probing into her skull. It hurt, badly, but she would endure it until after their reception only for her Byakuya-sama. Everything she was doing was for him, because she could make him as content as he made her.
Another soft sigh escaped from her as she quickly pulled the watabōshi over her head, she would place the tsunokakushi on before the reception. The watabōshi was like a big hat, more a hood. There was no need for Hisana to use both, but she knew Byakuya-sama grandfather would need to see both, because he believed in those traditions.
It was said that the two hats had different meaning; the most known one was that it showed that the bride became obedient to their grooms by covering her head which is considered to having horns like demons that symbolized anger and jealousy. Another tale is that the hats were used to hide the bride's long hair where bad spirits are considered to exist. There was also another legend, the one Hisana adored, that the hats were to hide the women's face from any other people except her groom…
Hisana loved their customs, and she had to admit that some were extremely silly in the modern world, but that did not mean that she was not proud of them. Those customs, of having to place a small sword by their chest, poking into her breasts and a small box with a hand mirror or comb inside of it, she used the comb.
Her gaze lowered towards the golden fan that was tightly clutched in her hands. The beautiful, customized fan was another tradition that Hisana admired, but her Byakuya-sama only gave her the best and if Hisana did not stop him from making it into real gold, it made Hisana giggle at the thought, Byakuya-sama only wanted to best for her.
Her Byakuya-sama loved her too much…
Hisana quickly raised the cloths and layers of her shiromuku, her gaze burning into her elegant white slippers. They were just as elegant, the only other new object besides the fan… It was also pure-white, with delicate swirls and twirls that curled around the slippers and it was bewitching, both colours being as white as her painted body.
A soft frown graced her enticing face as a soft knock echoed throughout the small room, she replied softly giving the person permission to intrude. Hisana quickly replaced her frown with a soft smile, hoping that her pondering thoughts would not be read on her face. She would not want someone to gaze upon her confused features.
The shoji-door sluggishly slid open, an old and wise man walked slowly inside the room only glancing at her. A frown graced his features as he stood tall, looking at her as she smiled gently at the man. His features were harsh and stony, almost looking like her Byakuya-sama when he was angry.
His hair was long and grey; it was combed backwards as it drooped towards an end underneath his shoulders as his moustache curled downwards above his upper lip, concealing his mouth from her view. Hisana bowed swiftly, it was a hindrance to move in a shiromuku and she prayed she did it gracefully. "Ginrei-sama, sore wa jikandesu?"
"Hai… Byakuya is waiting for you." Ginrei glanced away, waiting for Hisana to stand as he swiftly twisted his body, turning back towards the shoji-door. Her smile faltered when he faced his back towards her, she tried to stand swiftly but with her raiment, it made it impossible, but she tried. Hisana tried to take graceful steps towards her almost grandfather-in-law, she was known by his family as clumsy.
They knew her as inelegant and gawky, someone who could do nothing but be immoral. She was low and poor, thus they saw her as someone who only wanted money… someone who was not worthy to be looked upon. Hisana would do anything for her Byakuya-sama; he was the only one who treated her like she meant everything to him.
She would show them all how deserving she was of her Byakuya-sama.
She was enthralled…
Everything was angelic. The gentle howling of the wind could be heard, deafening her as she stood silently. It was a dazzling azure sky as pearly-coloured clouds danced against one another, at times merging together. The soft shushing noise of caressing leafs, scratching against each other echoed throughout the howling wind.
A tender giggle vibrated through her head, it would be inappropriate to be laughing at that moment. One-by-one, she thought with mirth, leafs were plucked from the frail and bony limbs of the trees that surrounded the beautiful temple, the dark earthy colours painted the grounds. It was enticing and made her joyous.
Every step that she had taken, she crushed the earthy-coloured leafs. Almost every tree was barren, except for one lonesome cherry-blossom tree that stood in the middle of a clear-water pond. Its petals were elegant and refused to fall along with the other leafs and flowers.
The pond was also divine. She noticed the koi, swimming in different schools as they twisted and curled around, they had no care in the world. They were innocent. Those bewitching fishes were not as immoral as she was… The refection of the sun flickering; it rippled and glowed brightly as the true blazing amber-coloured sun that usually blinded her.
Her eyes shuttered open and closed, the sun had shifted again and the hood of her watabōshi did not help to shield her from the smouldering rays. Even with the sun shining Hisana could feel that it was an icy day, her layers upon layers of cloths were heavy and hot against her skin, but she could still feel the bitterness of the autumn day.
Hisana sighed inwardly, her eyes glancing towards her Byakuya-sama. He looked classy and handsome. His montsuki suited him beautifully; his haori and hakama fitted loosely against him and secretly Hisana could not wait to help him remove those classy-looking black-coloured cloths that made him perfect.
His hair cascaded and drooped down his shoulders, hanging loosely. It fell bewitchingly against his forehead and framed his head and his alluring grey-coloured eyes… Those two glass-like orbs always fascinated her; it made her want to stare endlessly into them. Those eyes made her forget, it made her forget about the reason why she loathed herself, but he was not staring at her.
His gaze was transfixed on the Shinto priest as he performed their ceremony… Hisana knew she should listen and not ponder on her limitless thoughts. The priest was purifying them, and she had to admit, it was enchanting to see. It was almost time for san-san-ku-do; it was where she and Byakuya-sama would exchange nuptial cups saké.
Japanese traditional weddings were short and quick… Photos were taken beforehand with both of the bride and grooms family, their photos were half empty when it came to the families. The photo session was lengthy but it was customary, then they were escorted towards the Shinto sanctuary by the priest and some miko.
It was another thing that was elegant. The police had help to escort them towards the temple, the priest led and the miko followed behind him. Hisana and Byakuya walked slowly together, next to each other as they followed the priest and miko. Their guests would follow, which was mostly Byakuya's friends and business associates and his grandfather.
There was only one person missing…
No! She promised, they were looking for her and she would see the photos and videos. There was no need to worry, she would be found Hisana was certain of it. Her gaze lifted back towards the priest, he was finishing his sutras and prayers. Her face stayed unemotional, resembling her Byakuya-sama's.
The priest chanted another few words and the miko's came forward from behind him, highest miko had the others follow. She picked the container that held the saké, her face blank as she poured the alcoholic drink in their cups… Hisana gulped softly, she was not allowed to drink that, but if she did not then their symbolic union, her trying to prove to his grandfather that she could be graceful and act like nobility, would be hollow…
She saw Byakuya-sama uplift his saké filled cup, and Hisana followed instantly. Hisana had to drink first, Byakuya-sama mimicking her. A smirk played at his features, making her want to giggle at how inappropriate it was. They turned to face one another, sluggishly exchanging cups and taking another sip.
This was san-san-ku-do; they needed to exchange cups three times. Hisana shifted her gaze towards were their guests were seated, each one of them holding onto their own cup of saké. A small blush graced her face, but could not be seen underneath the heavy make-up. She grasped onto his cup, their fingers brushed against one another, making her want to tremble.
Everything was done in such haste to her, they exchanged their cups twice more and sooner than she wanted, she thought with a troubled mind because she wasn't even supposed to be drinking, they placed it back down. Hisana could feel the howling of the wind against her, traditional Shinto weddings were performed before a Shinto sanctuary.
Hisana was happy with the temple, it was ideal. Perfect…
She looked back up towards the priest, his face smiling as he chanted another sutra. Hisana refused to glance back towards her Byakuya-sama, mostly because she could feel his yearning gaze through her watabōshi. She could not control the shiver that travelled through her body, but that could easily be blamed on the wind.
The priest finished with his prayer, making the miko step backwards, silently behind him as he pointed with his open palms towards the papers of their marriage license. Two pens were placed next to the paper, each on another side. Byakuya picked one of the pens before her, her following his movement as he bended slightly, quickly scribbling his elegant signature.
He retreated quickly, waiting for her to sign. Hisana smiled gently as she wrote her own signature, waiting for the priest to flip the page where they needed to sign again. The priest swept quickly into action, and they placed their signature on the papers again, twice.
The priest smiled gently, closing his eyes and murmuring another prayer. When the priest opened his eyes again, he bowed as Byakuya and Hisana turned towards their guests as they all bowed. Hisana scanned through the small crowd, her face impassive. Each one of their guests slowly stood, staring back at them.
Hisana never truly got any chance to look at their guests clearly and at each face her blush darkened, especially when her gaze met with the tender and smiling gaze of Unohana-san. She knew that drinking the saké was improper for someone in her condition and Unohana-san eyes shone with worry. A small frown played across her as her gaze travelled again…
Her blush travelled down her body as her gaze halted on the winking face of Urahara Yoruichi, her grin the biggest of everyone as she pulled a blonde-haired man closer towards her. Hisana wanted to hide her face from the women, they have only met a few times but the first time would haunt her until death… Her frown faltered when her gaze roamed around more, every head of each division of the Seireitei, his grandfather and unknown people.
Hisana smiled gently as her Byakuya-sama tugged at her hand signalling that they needed to stroll past their guests and lead them into the reception, but quickly withdrew his hand as they started to walk. A gentle smile graced his usual impassive face as he sauntered next to her, their guests sluggishly standing and moving behind them.
They lead their guests towards their reception; the symbolic gesture of a thousand paper cranes showed them the way as it danced above their heads, connoting good fortune, fidelity and longevity for the newlywed couple…
It was a ghostly night; the clouds surged against the picturesque nightfall. The dark crimson and aurulent-colours embellished the sky into a nebulous perfection, gleaming with the light cerulean-colours of daylight. The day would soon fade further into the nightlight, with only the flickering stars and the motley moon bearing as a witness.
The voices of the day soon became hushed, instantly falling into silence. It was eerily quiet as the day transformed into the tenebrous night, muting the common chatter that surrounded the bustling day. It was soothing, not being able to hear the useless prattle of random people and the hushing sounds of waves.
Everything was too blue, too enticing during twilight. It was too alluring; it made her want to smile and be thankful that they were there. It was something she could not understand, how she was able to hear the crashing of the waves through the walls and dripping water.
She was ecstatic, she loved it when he took her here… Everything was too peaceful and hypnagogic, every time she was there the surrealism of the scenery made her ponder on how she deserved to look at such beauty. Having her Byakuya-sama was enough, and then he took her to her favourite place.
He was amazing and just her Byakuya-sama.
It was a restless and chaotic day, her energy drained and all she wanted to do was sleep. The day was bewitching and it was worth having her strength and stamina depleted. She was blessed and elated and she found herself wondering on how her life got to such a luxurious point. It made her want to sob, she was not worthy of such divine life.
A soft sigh escaped from her, hoping that her Byakuya-sama would not notice. They were extremely close, not like they have not been closer otherwise they would not have needed to move the wedding date up, but she cherished those few moments more than almost everything they have gone through together.
Hisana felt a soft, gentle caress on her waist, unknowingly pushing closer towards the tender touch. Her gaze lowered down her body, delighted to see white paint melt off of her body into almost unnoticeable pigments. She was not a tanned person, and her skin was pale but she was not was white as snow.
It felt wonderful to be in her skin again.
Hisana scanned over her body, only seeing patches of white paint covering some part of her body. She refused to gaze upwards again, wanting to see the pigments disappearing and melting. Her heart thrashed violently and harshly against her chest. The droplets that cascaded down her body was relaxing, having the water running down her.
It was soothing, but she could not relax her body… Hisana knew her skin was now a crimson-colour instead of her usual pale complexion and it was not because of the warmth of the water. This was nothing knew, they had done this before a lot, but it still made her blush like a little schoolgirl.
Truthfully, Hisana was not as innocent as she was before she met him, but she was still modest and reserved… She knew those two traits were what made him help her; it was what made him love her.
Hisana quickly glanced towards his robust legs; it was as enticing as his face. Her Byakuya-sama was an Adonis. She could feel something soft against her warm, crimson-coloured cheek forcing her to look up, making her gaze travel upwards from his body. Her Byakuya-sama had no shame when he was nude before her.
Her blush deepened as she ogled at her Byakuya-sama's private part, but she quickly looked away turning her gaze towards his enticing and athletic chest, her arms clutched tightly against her breasts, concealing them from his bewitching gaze. The gentle touch tugged her face upwards, forcing her to glance into his elegant grey-coloured eyes.
A small smile graced her face as the tender sponge roamed across her features, making Hisana close her eyes to protect them. She knew what he was doing, her Byakuya-sama knew her too well. He was always so tender with her. "Now I can see my Hisana… I can finally see you again without so much make-up."
Her smile grew, the sponge retreated from her face and Hisana opened her eyes sluggishly. He looked peaceful with a gentle smile as he pulled the white-coloured spotted sponge away from her face. Hisana pulled her arms away from her chest, hastily pulled him closer as she wrapped her arms around him, needing him to be closer…
How could she deserve something of such beauty and… love?
It seemed surrealistic. Hisana did not care how close she was to him as she pushed her face against the crook of his shoulder, shielding her face and tears. She knew he would not be able to notice her tears, being in the shower. Everything was just too perfect, and Hisana knew how life worked. Nothing could ever be this amazing!
She did not deserve such a wonderful life while her sister… No those thoughts were unneeded and useless, today was about her and Byakuya, not what she had done in the past. Tomorrow was another day to ponder on her guild and immoral act. Hisana wanted to give this day to her special Byakuya; he deserved to have her fully after everything he had done for her.
This was their day, and she promised herself that she would not dare let anything interfere what would happen, but then there was their honeymoon… It was sensational, having Byakuya-sama taking her to his beach Manor. She sighed silently; it was not his anymore, but theirs.
Hisana pushed him closer, tightly before she pulled away. Her arms still tightly wrapped around his shoulders, standing on the tip of her toes. Another soft sigh escaped from her, slightly twisting her head to shift her gaze away. She could not comprehend what she was feeling; happiness, guilt, sorrow and worry…
Why did she not worry after the ceremony, she knew the reception was extremely busy and hectic but… How could she forget? Her face contorted in confusion as Hisana gawked at nothing, her thoughts racing amuck. She was a fool for forgetting, how could she forget such an important thing? How bad was she going to be…? The tender caress moved from her waist towards her stomach. "Hisana, is everything alright?"
His classy and ravishing voice snapped her from her pondering thoughts, his arms twisted against her waist, tugging her closer as the water cascaded around them, pushing her body flush against his. He sighed softly, his hand travelling down towards her body. His hand slid between them, placed firmly against her abdomen. "Is it because of…?"
Hisana could not let him finish, her constant nodding interrupted him from finishing his sentence. "Oh… There is no need to be worried." He whispered softly, making Hisana look up at him with a grimace on her fragile features. "I did something…" He dipped down and kissed her forehead, murmuring. "I replaced the saké. I replaced the Honjōzō-shu to Junmai Daiginjō-shu. There was no alcohol."
Her whole face brightened at his words, her smile grew. "Byakuya-sama, thank you. I worried for nothing…" Hisana tried to bow, but being in tightly held against him futile. Her blush spread further down her body, when he pulled her closer… Their wet bodies slick and slithery against one another, making her want to lock her eyelids together and pull him closer.
The bathroom seemed hotter, steamier. It made Hisana want to moan, it was an absurd thought on how fast her emotions seemed to change when she was around her Byakuya-sama. It was unusual how he made her feel such emotions. It was no wonder they could not wait after their engagement or wedding…
Hisana knew that he had been with other woman before her, and truthfully she did not mind. He was a man with needs and he brought her needs to the surface. It was truly an unusual thing when she met him and then started to live with him, he had brought those emotions out and they had not been dating yet.
She could feel his robust body against her, his muscles rippling as he breathed, stoking tender kisses against her forehead only to travel towards her cheeks. Hisana loved it when they started in the shower, not that she would admit it to her Byakuya-sama…
Hisana curled her arms around Byakuya's neck, lowering him towards her height as his mouth moved roughly, claiming her already puffy lips. His arms tightened around her waist, trying to pull her closer towards his warmth. Hisana quickly closed her eyes as his lips moved passionately against hers, forcing her hectic thoughts to froze. Hisana tried to be taller, but she was already standing on her toes.
His hefty hands roamed towards her firm butt, cupping tenderly as he thrust against her. His hands travelled from her buttocks, caressing her curves as his robust hands roamed, desperately trying to absorb the feel of her delicate skin. Scorching trails of desire were left on her body as he caressed almost every part.
His sweltering tongue licked at her mouth, before pushing through her lips to enter her mouth. Hisana moaned, loving the way he always took control. He ravaged every corner of her mouth, licking and tasting her. Byakuya needed more…
He did not allow her the time to ravage him before he detached his moving tongue from her mouth, migrating from the corner of her lips towards the junction between her jawline and neck. Byakuya relished in her taste, the running water made her wet and he made his tongue lap at the water.
He clutched her body tighter against him, making his throbbing erection stoke against her stomach. Hisana moaned longingly as she pushed herself closer towards him, while he nipped at her pale skin. "Byakuya-sama," Hisana murmured through shot breaths, the steam of the water concealed their bodies as his hand travelled lower, over her poking hipbones and towards his favourite place…
Hisana loved it when they showered together…
Shiromuku – It is traditional wedding attire for the wedding ceremony, Picture on my profile.
Sore wa jikandesu –Is it time?
Montsuki – Black formal kimono
Haori – Kimono Jacket
Hakama – Kimono pants
Miko - Priestess
Honjōzō-shu – Genuine Brew. Contains: Rice, Kōji Rice and Distilled Alcohol.
Junmai Daiginjō-shu – Pure Rice, Very Special Brew. Contains: Rice and Kōji Rice.
Most stuff I already explained in this chapter, so no need to repeat them here.
Byakuya and Hisana were married in the autumn, which in Japan is September, October and November and I decided to make their wedding date: 14 October.
A/N: I've done too much research that my head hurts… I can't believe how little information there is about Japanese weddings, it's weird that I could only find little things and the rest I took a pictures so please forgive me if there are stuff that is not correct.
That is the reason why I did not write the reception.
I loathe it when someone writes a fic were the couple gets married in modern time, but… They never sign the marriage certificate/license… Which means that they ARE NOT MARRIED!
I found my ByaSana song! Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova! And Anywhere but here by SafetySuit! :)
Listen to those two songs!
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~Dragenruler
P.S: I plagiarized myself in two parts of this chapter… Please forgive me.
I am freaking mutual about how I wrote this; it's heavy on the loathing side.
If you like Shunnao = Shunsui / Nanao, that is gonna be my next fic before I update this again!
I will not put on a full blown lemon if someone did not ask, otherwise I might add stuff like what happened at the ending.