Hi there! it's me. this is my first story, so please don't hate me. I have always loved this couple (Byakuya x Hisana) and am extremely depressed that she died. So I am writing this. Enjoy all you Byakuya x Hisana lovers like me.
Prologue
It was sunny but cold as the sun rose that morning, and the streets of West Rukongai were nearly empty. The light was pink over the river and streets; the river was colder than the air, and a young girl, about seventeen years old, shivered as she placed her feet in its waters that morning. She looked up at the sky for a moment, and then swept her long black bangs into a messy clump that went in between her eyes and spread out over her nose. She smiled, and stood there for a moment as she became more awake. A few seconds later, she stepped backward out of the river and ran up the hill and ran through the streets with a smile on her face, her pink kimono flying messily around her legs. The streets slowly became full as the light became brighter; she waved to familiar faces around her as she ran. "Hello, Kimiko- san!" they shouted to her, and she had a smile for each of them. They sighed after her as she ran- "Such a nice girl." they said.
She reached her destination with a wide smile. The small house was two ramshackle stories tall, with an open front that revealed a few tables placed in front of a small raised stage. To its left, the looming walls of the court of pure souls rose above. She looked at them for an absentmindedly- they had nothing to do with her. The tables inside were all filled, the people all casually chatting with each other. Kimiko smiled. She couldn't wait.
"Kimiko!" the old lady who owned the shop called at her, walking out into the now- crowded street. "It's time!" Kimiko smiled at her and nodded. She walked inside, winding though the tables, and took the stage. The crowd fell silent. At the back of the shop, the woman who owned the shop whispered incredulously.
"She really does look like Hisana."