Chapter title: Meeting
Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki/ Hisana
Chapter Rating: K
Warnings: uh…a tiny bit of blood?
Disclaimer: I do not own BLEACH or the characters.
The first time Byakuya saw Hisana he was falling, and she was taking a bath.
Byakuya wasn't even supposed to be in Rukongai at the time. And he was most certainly NEVER to be in a district below 20, much less district 78. It was, after all, no place for a young noble such as himself. Bands of ragged orphans huddle in nooks and crannies, young girls worked street corners to feed the tiny babes strapped to their backs, and bandits ran rampant. That was life in the South Alley of Flowing Spirits.
But the place where they met was like a whole different world, away from the poverty and stench of Rukongai, a scenic field with a small river winding a path through it.
Byakuya was taking a shortcut. He was headed for a meeting with the Family Elders about some boring matter or another and lord knows what those old buisy-bodies would do if he was late. Probably threaten to disown him, again. Like they could ever do that. Even so, it was better to keep them happy.
And then something, or make that somebody stepped directly into the path of his Shun-po.
In Byakuya's hast to avoid a collision with the petite girl (she looked like she would break if someone breathed on her wrong let alone ran into her in full spee.) Byakuya threw himself out of his shun-po. Not the smartest thing to do when traveling at that speed.
Byakuya went crashing head-first down the riverbank and landed in the shallow water at the edge.
The shocked soul hastily pulled her clothes on (she was about to take a bath) and ran over to help. To her credit, Hisana only faltered for a moment when she saw that the young man in the water was not only a Soulreaper, but a noble by the look of the kenseikanhe wore. Deciding that the dazed and very wet young man was in no condition to punish her if she touched him, Hisana pulled Byakuya to his feet (jeez he was heavier then he looked) and towed him to the bank.
Wincing, Byakuya put a hand to his head, and his gloves came back stained with blood. (of course he'd hit a rock) The girl gasped at then sight and immediately (ignoreing Byakuya's protests) tore a strip of fabric from the pale yellow kimono she wore, and dragged Byakuya to her home (more of a shack really) and made him some tea (watery and obviously low-quality)
Four hours later, Byakuya finally made his way home as the sun sank below the horizon. Needless to say, he was later for his meeting.