I need another OTP like a hole in my head. These are various one-shot stories based on Byakuya and Yoruichi.
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Everything about her is smoke and air.
It felt as if he was grasping at nothing, pulling nothing, fingers always slipping through empty space and finding just that. The irony made him laugh bitterly; even after one-hundred years, Byakuya still couldn't catch her. Not even the memory of her.
Her laughter was elusive, crashing through his dreams and fading, mockingly, into the morning air. Another dream of her, one which left his skin slick with sweat and his heart banging out-of tune. The day passes in a blur of paperwork and suddenly he finds himself there again, after another sleepless night filled with Yoruichi-shaped blurs which he can never seize.
Byakuya knows she isn't there, but he hopes anyway.