Maar Daala Chapter 1, a bleach fanfic

Title: Maar Daala

Author: Clemen/Pieldelava/LaChicaNica

Fandom: Bleach

Pairings/Characters: RukiaxIchigo with other pairings along the way

Rating: R-Rated

Genre: Angst, Drama

Warnings: No major warning yet expect there is no yaoi and/or yuri in this fic

Summary: She accepted her punishment but being marry to him was crueler than an arranged marriage to a stranger. Watching him love her more each day was a knife constantly being stab at her heart. She could no longer be a Shinigami. What was her purpose to him and to herself?

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or anything related to it. I'm a poor college student so if you want to give to charity, send me some money, you'd be doing your good deed of the day, so e-mail me.

Note: The title roughly translated means my happiness killed me or I died from happiness. This is my first Bleach fic. Hope you guys like it and please review that way, I know to continue this or not. Please forgive any errors since this fic has yet to be beta but if you find some please let me know so I can correct them. Fic dedicated to Gina. Aww mujer don't you feel special, hahaha. Enjoy.

Maar Daala

"Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering." –Paulo Coelho

Prologue:

A dark green kimono adorned with white plum blossoms of the finest silk and craftsmanship was being place upon her body by servants. This evening was her engagement party to noble Khan-sama. After tonight there would be no escaping her fate as the adopted daughter of the Kuchiki clan.

She would no longer be allowed to be a Shinigami. As a wife of a noble she would be reduced to household duties and producing heirs. Looking in the mirror as her servants added finishing touches to her hair; her hair was witness to her lost. Force to grow it long for her future husband wanted a wife with long threads. He didn't care for Rukia; he wanted an obeisant wife.

A noble she was not by birth but her name alone was enough for a noble like Khan-sama to for go her bleak beginning. Fate was truly a bitch as Ichigo like to say-shaking her head, she couldn't think of him. Thoughts of him and her life with him would weaken her resolve. She has committed many offenses toward the Kuchiki clan-this was the only way to redeem their honor ever as the cost of her happiness.

Yet happiness couldn't exist for someone like her. She only brought pain to those around her. First, her sister Hisana-died searching for her, she brought Ni-san bitterness for being the cause of his wife death and then having to adopt her out of obligation. She brought Kaien-dono anguish by knowing he couldn't return her affection and Miyako-san torment for loving her husband, by not loving Renji she brought him suffering. She brought Ichigo destruction; he could never lead a normal life like he was supposed to all thanks to her weakness.

Blinking images away from her mind, she refocuses her eyes on the mirror in front of her to see what the servants were doing. Now they all would of have peace by her suffering. She had cause so much anguish it was only fitting. Perhaps this was her rightful punishment for so many sins committed. Her existence only brought pain. "Rukia-sama you should smile more, you look ever more beautiful." Brought out of her musing by the two servant words, "Hai, thank you for your kind words, I would like a moment alone before the ceremony start please let me know when it is time." The two servants bow and answer, "Hai, Rukia-sama," before leaving the room.

Thankful for a moment alone, she looks herself in the mirror she certainly didn't recognize the person staring back at her. Closing her eyes to remember how she looks before, from this moment on she wouldn't be Rukia but Khan-sama perfect wife. These past couple of months of "wife training" has done their job of breaking her spirit. Instead of learning to improve her skills as a warrior, she now knew how to cook, clean, sew, perform tea ceremony, and performs her bed duties, dress like a proper lady.

Opening her eyes again, she saw tears in her eyes through the mirror. She couldn't cry there was no reason to. This was her fate she could not change it. She would never see Ichigo angry outburst or his funny face; she would treasure all the memories together in her heart to remember that she had once been happy. She would continue to live with the knowledge that he was happy and leading a semi-normal life now as a college student whatever that was.

She has to smile at that imaging what he look like now. How were Orihime and him doing? The bitterness feeling sank in thinking of Orihime and Ichigo together. She has no reason to be jealous when he never return her affections and never would. How could he when he has someone like Orihime. Orihime was everything she wasn't: beautiful, sweet, proper, innocent and pure. How can someone like her compare to someone like Orihime not ever this new Rukia could compare to her.

Lifting a tentative hand to touch her cheek she felt tears. Tears were for the weak she couldn't cry, things didn't change because of tears. As long as Ichigo was happy she could live with that and only that.

Wiping away her tears with her hand she gave the mirror a smile worthy of an Oscar whatever that was-that what Ichigo said whenever she gave that smile. She has to act the part of a perfect wife from now on.

"Smile Rukia, they will all mistake smiles and laughter for happiness."

TBC.