Word Count: 581
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya, Rukia; ByaHisa
Timeline/Spoilers: set pre-series through post-winter war; spoilers for Kuchiki family history, and end of winter war
Summary: He does not know how to be a brother when he is still coming to terms with the fact that he is no longer a husband.
Notes: Wow, the last time I wrote a serious Bleach fic was in 2009 (besides this tiny drabble in 2011). Actually, I just looked, and 2009 was when I wrote all my Bleach fics, except for the one. So weird to look back on. But anyway, this literally just came into my mind in the middle of the night, and it virtually wrote itself. Have some Byakuya (and Hisana!) feels. :( The lyrics and title are from No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine.
you are the hole in my head
you are the space in my bed
you are the silence in between
what I thought and what I said
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Byakuya has always held that Rukia shares little resemblance with her late sister. Yes, the excuse they fashioned when she was initially adopted into the family was that she bore a likeness to the former Lady of the house, so it was not that they shared no similarities in an overt sense. (Byakuya was not so blind in that regard.) But he is aghast at the thought that anyone could ever mistake one sister for the other.
The style of the hair is the same, but Rukia's bangs are straight, where hers were frayed at the ends. That wry grin he catches on her face when in the presence of comrades is nothing like that docile, sorrowful smile that was hers. They share the same height deficiency, but Rukia is all gangly limbs and harsh blows, where she once moved with a quiet grace and delicacy, despite both hailing from the depths of Inzuri. And the eyes are all wrong.
They are nothing alike, but he avoids this new sibling all the same because, although he cannot fault the innocent child for it, she is the reason his beloved wife no longer stands demurely at his side and is instead relegated to a shrine behind closed doors in his private chambers. He does not know how to be a brother when he is still coming to terms with the fact that he is no longer a husband.
But when his grief comes flooding back, drowning him in its depths, that same raven hair and that same petite figure torture his traitorous mind. They're not the same, they're not. (And yet, they are.)
Rukia is none the wiser.
It is half a century after his beloved's passing, and at the behest of an insolent ryoka boy, that he finally faces his demons. Bit by bit, he allows this girl (truly no more than a stranger still, at this point) into his muddled heart. Where there was once room for only one Kuchiki sister, there is now space for two. One wife, and one sister. But, both family.
A full year passes since Rukia's last visit to a town called Karakura. Merely a flicker in the life of a Shinigami (just as those five years were but a short dream for him), but an eternity for the heart.
The brokenness in her eyes is of the same strand that plagued her sister before her. It pains him to think that this is the first time he truly notices a resemblance between the two. But, the younger sister carries on, will as strong as the elder's was. For shame, her body was so frail.
Rukia appears before him one day, hair shorn short, stopping just above the chin. He pauses when he sees the new look.
"Do you like it, nii-sama?" she questions almost shyly, in such a way that evokes past memories, but with a brazen independence that is all her own. She is not her sister. She never will be. He sees nothing wrong with this.
In the brief interlude, a million thoughts float through his weary mind, and they are all of her. There's that same twinkle in her eye and mischief in her grin and gentleness in her features and patience in her gaze, and it's almost too much for him.
Eventually, he stirs from his reminiscence. "I just never noticed how much you look like her," he says softly.
Without asking, she knows who this 'her' is. Rukia beams.
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owaranai
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Reviews put bread on my table and keep me from starving. Any comments or criticisms are much appreciated. Even just saying "I liked it" or "I didn't like it" help me improve as a writer. Thanks again. :)