I Don't Cry
Fandom: Bleach, baby!
Pairing: ByaYoru (again)
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, all rights to Tite Kubo!
Warnings: Uhh pretty dang sad I think, and a little OOC on Bya-Bo's part because he confuses the hell outta me XD
A/N: I'm leaving for a party later so this'll be short but I was listening to Hurt by Christina Aguilera and this reminded me of their relationship! Anyways, enjoy and REVIEW!!
Byakuya sat in a rickety chair in his quarters in the Seirietei, he twiddled Hisana's old wedding ring between his fingers. He ran his hands through his slick black hair as he looked outside at the gloomy day in the Soul Society, it was raining like always. He stared at an oil painting of his late wife, gods he missed her. To tell you the truth she was more of his best friend than the object of his desires, as shameful it was for him to say so. He could imagine what she would say if she was with him; "its okay Bya-Bya, let go, cry."
Byakuya let out a slow breath as he stared out his colossal window at the wet landscape before him, "I don't cry."
Yoruichi sat outside of the Urahara shop, looking out at the rain-drenched passersby as they hurried along. She saw so many happy couples scuttling by talking animatedly as they hurried under their shared umbrellas. "What was I so afraid of?" She thought to herself as the image of her angrily throwing a beautiful engagement ring to the rain-soaked ground as she flash stepped away, not once looking back at the wonderful man who never pursued her. She stood up wrapping her arms around herself as she sat on her bed in one of the back rooms. Ururu walked in quietly, taking Yoruichi's hand gently smiling, "its okay Yoru," she whispered reading her emotions, "let go, cry."
Yoruichi gave her a grateful smile, pulling the small girl into a hug, "Thank you Ururu, but I don't cry."
Byakuya pulled a large locket out of his pocket, opening it to a picture of him and a smiling Yoruichi in their youth. He stared at the picture indifferently, he held the wedding ring to the portrait, "this belongs to you."
He looked at the picture, no emotion in his face as a slender, painful tear slid down his pale cheek, "shit, I don't cry!" he bellowed nearly shouting as he pelted the locket out the window as it landed with a shatter on the ground below. He curled into himself in the darkness of his room as the rain outside drummed the roof.
As the locket hit the ground Yoruichi felt an unknown pang in her heart, she curled up under the covers in the darkness of her room, "Bya-bo, I don't cry." She whispered as tears flowed from her eyes.
For a few seconds it was like they could speak to each other through their hearts, "don't cry for me Bya-bo", "I won't Yoru-chan."
The rain pummeled the locket, smudging the ink of the picture, blurring it so it was almost distorted, and the inscription, 'I won't cry', never faltering once.
A/N: Eep! I wrote this while listening to Hurt and nearly started bawling! Oh dear, don't hate me for depressing you all but I just had to do something. We need more ByaYoru anyways, especially smut you guys! I'm pretty uncomfortable with writing anything above T but for all you lemon-writers out there, this is my personal request! Write Moarrrr! Hope you enjoyed and REVIEW!!
