Drabbles Series: Part One: Mirror

Summary: He had come across her while he was passing through the red light district. He almost recognizes her except she wasn't who he was looking for. She resembles her but that was where the similarity stops and he finds she is more than just a reflection.

Pairing: ByakuyaxRukia

Hiya!

A/N:

This just came to me while I was listening to some sad songs, a lot of Adele and Alicia Keys and The Corrs...and the rest followed. hehe. :D

This is my first time writing ByakuyaxRukia pairing so yeah...but I love just love Byakuya-sama! :)

I wanted to do a series of drabbles on various characters since I've been mostly writing loads of IchixRuki my fave pairing of all time! :D

This is the first installment and I'm gonna be changing the character pairings as is needed and the genre too. OoooHH~~! And the summary too! So this story will circulate in the archive. :P

Hope ya like it! *grins*

Disclaimer: Only the story is mine, Alas! Kubo-sensei is awesome! :D

Part One

-Mirror-

People say she disarms them with her honesty. The brutality with which she speaks her mind shocks them. She was used to it and she just lets a smile spread on her lips every time, her large amethyst eyes teasing and glinting with much amusement. She didn't believe in hiding, lying about what she does like it was something to be ashamed of. Like it was some uncouth thing, an abhorrence of the good life everyone else seem to have. She wasn't as blessed as they were and she didn't think having a stable life was as pleasant as they seem to portray it.

Not that she could talk as one with much experience, no it was better than that. She had met someone who told her all about it.

Nights spent drinking the most expensive wine on the menu and just sitting on the fur carpet just because she liked its texture, the lush softness of the dead thing beneath her. The lights were always off and they just sit there in utter darkness. Sometimes he would open the heavy drapes and the starched curtains and let the myriad of nightlights below filter in through the glass window and they would both look down on the cityscape.

Sometimes he would speak, he would tell her things she knew he'd never let just anyone hear. She would curl up on the carpet, making herself comfortable for a night of keeping her silence and just listening. She felt he needed it and she did not question it because it was exactly what she herself needed. A simple break from the nuisance of opening and closing her legs, the stinking salty sweat, the musk and the fevered touch.

The first time they met he had been slightly drunk, his eyes were lolling in their sockets as if they'd snap shut any moment. She had just stubbed out her cigarette when suddenly she found him standing before her giving her an almost teary eyed stare full of longing that it rooted her on the spot. She was used to seeing that very same look but these eyes weren't quite right. These eyes held sadness, a suffering she rarely ever witness even in her most troubled customer that only wanted to be buried between her legs.

He was trying to reach out to her, his arm unsteady but desperate to touch her. She didn't know why she did it and she still didn't know even now but she grabbed hold of his shaking hand and placed it on her cheek. She watched as his eyes went wide, his lips slowly parting in what could only be surprise. His eyes were quivering, already brimming with tears.

She didn't know what to do so she just squeezed his hand in a reassuring manner and offered him a small smile. He looked a bit overcome with emotion and when he saw her smile he actually burst into tears.

She wouldn't know what had triggered his sudden breakdown until they have been meeting for some time. It wasn't even the lack of cajoling from her part, he just would not say anything. Instead he would abruptly change the subject or stand nearer to her, leaning in so close she could smell the faint cologne he wore like a signature or an after thought before stepping out of his home.

From that first meeting she knew he was someone who was better off, wealthy even what with his Armani suit and impeccable designer leather shoes. Not to mention the monogrammed gold cufflinks.

He came to the club she worked in the very next night and wordlessly asked for her services with a bulging envelop full of crisp bills surreptitiously placed on the bar. She was so surprised that he even managed to remember where he had met her, much less remember her face when she had not given him her name. Not that it would be hard to remember for she only went by her first name. If she even had a last name she doesn't use it.

He ushered her into a waiting shiny black town car with a hand on the small of her back and she had complied silently still not believing her luck. They were driven to the best hotel in town and it was a mark of her professionalism that she did not gawk at the lavish structure. She was too seasoned to be awed so easily by the grandeur of the place. But it was still the most beautiful one she had ever been brought to. But what really shocked her was when they stepped into the elevator he pulled out a golden key card and delicately swiped it on the scanner.

He was taking her to the penthouse!

When they entered the suite she fully expected him to take advantage of the most ridiculous amount he paid for her but he just took off his jacket and popped open a bottle of wine and poured them both an equal amount. He handed her a glass before he sat down on one of the winged chair and closed his eyes.

She stood there stupidly for a moment before she too sunk down on the couch. She looked around just for something do because he looked like he was not going to do anything any time soon and gently sipped the chilled wine.

She pretty much got used to his moody silence and learned to just sit quietly until he finally started speaking.

His gaze had fallen on her face with the same longing that very first time they met and she found herself staring back steadily. He wanted her to, she could see it in his expression.

His voice was deeply monotonous, sometimes it lulled her into a sense of peace, a piece of quiet she could rarely ever indulge in now. As he went on speaking she will inconspicuously study him, peering at his still figure from the rim of her wine glass and taking in the calm, subdued manner in which he conducted himself. He always looked every bit the highly regarded gentleman that he was. Somehow she found herself wondering what he would look like in the height of passion.

She would shift in her seat, fighting off the tendrils of desire slowly stirring inside her. Then she would continue her study of his pleasing figure, his long delicate and manicured fingers and then his lean build, the strong, broad shoulders and his taut neck. He was handsome and his haughty expression merely added to his attractiveness. He looked like he could care less with what was happening around him, as if his attention was always engaged elsewhere, a matter or another that was so very pressing and could not be ignored.

But now he was telling her about someone. He was looking rather thoughtful, slightly mollified by the tenth glass of wine he had been drinking since they arrived. She listened very closely, not wanting to miss a single word now that he was finally opening up to her about what really drew him to come back for her the very next night.

She was his wife and she was beautiful. She had been who he was looking for and he had loved her deeply, more deeply than he could ever have thought he could feel for another human being. They were happy, so very happy for a while and he thought he had finally managed to make some sense of his life with her beside him. She was his anchor, the very presence he drew his strength from. She was everything he was not. She was kind, generous and did not want of anything more than what he could give her with his own means. She wanted only his love and to return it equally with her own.

They had been married a few years, it was true they had been young but their decision was not unreasonable nor was it rash. Their love was a love that was strong from the beginning and as long as it lasted it never faltered.

He had become so engrossed in telling his story that he did not notice her approaching him until she was on his lap. Her fingers twined in his lustrous black hair left loose, perfectly groomed to flow over his shoulders. She was whispering nonsense to him, he had not even noticed that his tears were sliding down his cheeks. She wiped them with her thumb very gently as his arms came around her waist to hold her small body against his. She let him cry silently against her chest while she started to hum as she stroked his hair, her cheek pressed against his hair.

She understood now what he found in her. He had seen her, his beloved when he had beheld her standing outside the club smoking her last cigarette. His next words only served to make him hold her tighter.

She looked so much like her that for a moment he thought it was really her. They had the same stature, almost the same hair and milky skin and that delicate air shrouding them like a glow. But he had been drunk and he knew now that it had been a silly notion to entertain. But he couldn't help but want to see her again and again and again.

She held him, humming softly for both their sake as her thoughts strayed off to one happy summer when she understood, when she felt exactly what he had just told her. The heat of the sun and the warmth of her golden boy. She understood how perfect that moment was while it lasted and she understood how precious that memory is to want to get close to anything that resembled it.

To feel it again, to relieve that contentment of something that resembled that inkling of a good life.

When I was just finishing this 'Still Water' just played on my computer and it was just...damn sad!

Thanks for reading and reviews will be very good and very much appreciated for the continuation of this. :)

If you have an idea of what the next story will be...thumbs up to ya! :D

A/N2: I'm kind of doing this a sort of challenge for myself. I wanted to do a series of one-shots or drabbles that are inter-connected. I really want to push where I could sort of...take my writing and this just popped up and I could not resist taking it! Hahaha!

So if you liked this first one please do leave a review, comment, review...yeah. :) PLEASE REVIEW! o.O I'm dying of curiosity what you guys think of this! haha! x.X

-kimchi-

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