"Faint"

Summary: Let's replace Hisana for a person named... Honoka! She is the older sister of Rukia and lover of the Sixth Captain of the Gotei 13. She was in a state of comatose from the deep blow of a Grand Fisher. She was a part of the Gotei 13. She had finally awoken from her comatose state after all these decades, finding herself in the middle of the beginning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach nor any pictures ( though I might've edited them ), they belong to their respective owners. I only own my OC's and some other things that aren't mention in the anime.


Chapter one: The maid, the noble.

"Sorry Imouto..." A teenage-looking female frowned, tears glistening down her pale cheeks as she stared into the sleeping child in her arms. She placed the bundled child in front of a home and ran off without giving a glance back. She didn't want the guilt to take place that has already residing in her heart.

She didn't want to do this... but her little sister was best off to somewhere that could give survival. She couldn't care a child while surviving in the horrible conditions of this district. She knew she was selfish, abandoning her family for her own survival.


Years later...

She was cleaning the floorboards, a wet sponge in her hand. She slides the soapy sponge across the smooth wood, letting it absorb the invisible dirt from the floor. Lifting up the sponge, she dropped the sponge into the bucket of soapy water and sighed.

Now she has finished cleaning the floorboards in this side of the hallway...

She stood up, bending over to the bucket and slipped her fingers underneath the rims of the bucket for her to carry. She straighten up, hands holding the cleaning materials. She twisted her neck to stare out of the clean windows and to the beautiful sky.

It has been atleast a decade since she had abandoned her baby sister in District 78. She wondered if she had done the right thing. There are days where she is ashamed of calling herself a sibling to her sister for her choice. Then, there are days where she wondered if her sister is still surviving in that district and how she is doing over there. Will she ever see her younger sister again? She wouldn't mind if it is from afar, she just wanted to see her sister grow up and live life. She wouldn't dare to show her face to her younger sister with the choices she had made.

Suddenly, something - or rather someone had collided into her causing her to snap out of her thoughts. Soapy, uncleaned water splashed over her figure as she tumbled back onto the floor with someone landing in the space between her feet. Her onyx eyes widen at the situation that had placed upon her. The person that had collided into her is a noble!

The teenage male scowled at the wet spots on his rich clothing before he lifted his head up, his slate grey eyes brimming with anger meeting her painstricken onyx ones.

Feared of being punished by the noble, she immediately sat on her knees and let out a low bow despite being wet. Her wet, black strands of hair falling hovering over her unseen face; a few strands sticking onto her pale skin. Her hands were connected together were pressed on the ground with her face hovering over it, her back bending the lowest she can go.

"I apologize for my clumsiness." She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the worst.

Silence.

"You're forgiven. Just watch where you're going next time." The male grumbled, standing on his feet and stared down at the maid.

She lifted up her head, revealing her face to the teen. Her eyes showing relief.

"Thank you, Sir." She smiled gently up at the male, obviously relieved for being let off.

His grey orbs widen unnoticable at her smile, his stomach fluttering all of a sudden. His breath hitched before a small strip of pink appeared on his skin. He was awestruck at the beautiful maid in front of him, even though she is sticky wet with dirty, soapy water.

Her black, straight, drenched hair stopping a half-inch away from her shoulders, complimenting her heart-shaped face. There was several fringes sprawling across her forehead in a messy manner, but neat in a way. Her black hair had brought out her onyx eyes more. Her beautiful onyx orbs staring right into his own grey ones. Her pale, smooth skin contrasting her black hair and eyes.

"Sir, are you alright?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the right. The handsome male seem to be acting very quiet right now. And he is also giving her an uncomfortable stare. Is it because of the wet apparel she is wearing from the collision? She wouldn't blame him if he thinks she's disgusting at the moment because she would agree with him. Is he blushing? She blinked, staring at his red cheeks.

"I-I'm fine." He cursed mentally to himself for stuttering like an idiot. He's a noble for sake!

"Good. I'll be going now, Sir. I have to clean myself up and this place once again." She stood up, bowing to her waist before taking a hold of the materials in her arms. She straighten up and walked away.

"What is your name?" He blurted out, unable to keep the curiousity within himself. The young maid paused in her steps and slowly turned her body a bit, so she could smile at the noble.

"My name is Honoka, Sir. Is it alright for me to know the name of the noble that I'm in the presence of?" She asked, albeit quietly.

"Kuchiki, Byakuya." He replied, watching her turn around and walk away.

Meanwhile, the maid was innerly panicking as she walked into the servant headquarters to her room. She had met the Kuchiki Head's son and bumped to him nonetheless! Once she stepped into her room, she let out a long sigh and rummage through her drawer, changing her clothes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a pointy steel blade popping out underneath her futon. She rushed over to it and pulled it out from beneath.

"I should be careful. I don't want anyone to see you." She murmered.

'You should. Maybe that's one of the reasons you should leave' A male voice snorted in her head.

A vein throbbed against her temple.

'Can you stop acting so rude? I won't have a place to go if I leave!' She frowned down at her zanpakuto.

'Ever heard of becoming a shinigami, Mistress?'

"..." She stood up, exhaling and walked over to the door. She had no answer to that remark. She doesn't know if she can become strong enough to become a shinigami. After all, she has no experience in fighting. She had only gain a zanpakuto spirit due to a hollow attack and in the moment of danger.

'I'm sorry, but I still need time for to answer that question.' She left the room, leaving a lone zanpakuto sword.

'Humph.'


A/N: What do you think? I tried to make Byakuya in character, but at the same time not. He does act more like Toshiro when he's younger right? Right now, he's in his oldest teenage years in soul years anyways.