Title: Sakura
Characters: Byakuya / Rukia / Hisana
Prompt: Dreams
Word count: 342
Requested by: Mellie
Cold. Everything about him was cold. Ruthlessly, mercilessly cold. He was a god forged in ice, his features frozen in pallid planes, lips thinned to an almost nonexistent line. His eyes lost to the sight of his 'sister' lying unconscious before him.
It was hard. To defy his mind when his heart told him something else. How her eyes resembles dark pools of long ago; how her lips moved in sensual lines, just like the once he used to cherish so many years back. A distant memory, but never faint, nor vanishing. Constant, steady, poignant. Resolute. Vivid and clear. Painful.
How many times had he dreamed of her voice whispering his name, lost to a world of exploding madness, lightheadedness rendering her eyes blank, glazed as they lost themselves in the her pleasure, in her warmth? And how many times had he seen this woman, this woman who lay before him, and tried to tell his heart that she was not her, that they were not the same, and he should never make the mistake of blending them, turning them one, loving them as one and the same, same heart, same soul, yet still remaining heartbroken either way.
Oh, he dreamed. He wished and hoped.
How many long hours had he sat there gazing at her, ignoring his own injuries?… just idolizing her, wishing she were somebody else, wishing he could just break and let her see him… Let her into his torture.
No… By then, the sakura trees growing thinner with every stroke of wind, he would have risen from his stoic vigil, ignored her pleading eyes, her moving lips, her questing gaze… her earnest hands. Yes, by then he would have disappeared into a land of ghosts and shells inside his very own being, to try to dispel the monsters that haunted him, the memories that tortured him, the sound of a stardust voice that made his eyes heavy with salt.
They were the same, and then not. He didn't wish to understand. He'd just have to break in two.