This is my first fan fiction ever. I will repeat it. EVER. I still can't believe that I have made up my mind to post it. And I know, If I don't to it today, than I will never do it. So here it goes. This is a Byakuya story. hope you like it.

Summary: After the end of the Winter War everything seems to return to its places. But it is really like that, or it just seems to be so? And what is the meaning of this strange dream?

Disclaimer: Bleach is created and owned by Tite Kubo.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.~D.H. Lawrence

Prologue

It was a quiet and peaceful night in Seireitei. The sky was calm, the full moon was shining and the stars were so bright that it looked like they were holes in the floor of the heaven and everyone, except for the patrolling guards slept an undisturbed sleep. But there was a one person how couldn't sleep. A certain black haired Capitan of the Sixth Division was sitting near his bedroom window glancing up at the starry night sky.

Two years have already passed after the end of the Winter War, and since then nothing strange has happened. Sometimes some random hollows will attack Seireitei, but all of them were usually too weak to be considered a real treat. All in all it seemed like at last people in Soul Society can breathe a sigh of relief and not worry about anything. But he just couldn't find peace. Ever since Aizen has been defeated he had started seeing the dream he had forgotten a long time ago. A dream, which was so real, that it seemed to be a part of his memories. Memories that he just couldn't remember, like something was forbidding him from doing so. And every time he saw the dream he couldn't sleep. And now it has happened again.

Byakuya Kuchiki had been replaying the dream he had seen in his mind for several hours already. Now he remembered that he had been seeing that dream for as long as he could remember himself, but since the day he had met and fell in love with Hisana, he had stopped seeing it.

At first when he started seeing that dream a very long time ago, every time after woke up from it in the middle of the night all he could remember was simply nothing. Then he started recalling some events from that dream, then voices, conversations. Soon he realized that it was he in the dream. He as a young boy and he was with someone, whose face he desperately tried to remember every time he woke up, but just couldn't do it. The frequency of dreams has also changed through decades. At first he rarely saw it. But recently he has been seeing it almost every night. He sighed and closed his eyes. "I'd really wish to know the meaning of that dream... To know whether it really is a part of my past or just a strange meaningless dream, a part of my imagination, a sick trick my mind is playing on me." As he opened his eyes and look again at the night sky he saw a falling star. "A falling star..." He smiled lightly. "How I wish to know whether that girl is real... How I wish to know who she is... to find her, to talk to her... I have a feeling that only she can answer all of these questions. That, in fact, she is the answer" He continued watching the sky and soon enough his eyelids became heavy, and he fell asleep. Little did he know that a pair of bright and gentle amethyst eyes were watching his every move, every breath he took with great longing and sadness, and smiled while fading into the darkness soon after seeing him fall asleep, just like the stars did after seeing the gleams of the first rays of the sun.

In the morning Byakuya woke up to Rukia's voice calling for him.

"Nii-sama! Nii-sama! Please, open the door!"

Byakuya growled lowly as the pain shoot from his back from uncomfortable sleeping position on the floor and stood up walking to the door to open it.

"Morning Rukia, what are you doing here?:

Rukia eyed him anxiously and said:

"I have been trying to get to you for fifteen minutes already. I was asked to check on you you where not answering the hell butterflies they have sent to you. I was worried Nii-sama. I thought that something was wrong with you. I..."

"Rukia."

Rukia stopped talking after that and hang her head low, but by just looking in her eyes, you can tell that she was really worried. Byakuya nearly smiled at that. It was good to know, that at least someone cared about you.

"I am fine Rukia. There is no need to worry about me. I was just fast asleep and I didn't hear anything"

Rukia raised her her and smiled.

"I am glad Nii-sama. And I have written down the message for you" She handed a folded piece of paper to Byakuya. He took it from her thanking her.

"You are welcome Nii-sama. I will be waiting for you to come down for the breakfast." With that she bowed and went to her room.

Byakuya returned to his room and closed the door. He opened the paper. It said that there was a Capitans' meeting at eleven o'clock. Looking at the clock he saw that it was already nine, so he took a quick shower and got dressed. Just before leaving the room he noticed that there were some white petals near the window. He couldn't remember them being there yesterday evening, and furthermore, there were no trees blooming that season. He walked over and tried to lift them from the floor to examine more closely, but as soon as his fingertips connected with soft snow white petals they fell into small pieces. He his eyes widened in surprise. He was not expecting to find out that the petals were made form reiatsu, much like his Senbonzakura's petals, only white ones... But that was not the thing that had surprised him the most, but the fact that the reiatsu seem to be too familiar to him. He just couldn't make himself remember whose it was. He knew for sure, that it belong to someone really close to him. Someone, who he hadn't seen in ages, but longed to see. He stood there by his window thinking about the petals but suddenly he noticed, that it was already ten o'clock. So he decided to think about it later and went to have a breakfast before leaving for the Capitans' meeting. And if he happened to turned around before walking out of his room, he would have seen the wind carrying white petals into his room, similar to the ones that had been there...

Well... here you go... ^_^ my first story ever. Criticism is only welcomed. Please review. *bows her head low* I really appreciate that. Tell me if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thank you one more time for reading this story.