A Bond Apart
Rating: K
Disclaimer: The only bleach I own is Clorox (metaphorically speaking).
Summary: She knew him like no other.
A/N:
Well, a drabble is a drabble. No complaining there. I'm sorry if it was
a waste of time to read. I'm trying very hard to get my writer's block
out of the way. R+R please…
Strangers saw him has a miserable, frigid, apathetic miser. She
viewed him as a quiet, tranquil seclusionist.
When he paced the halls of his division, others stepped aside
without question. Though, she would catch up to him (in a meeting of chance)
and smile, asking him how his day had gone.
As he sat in his garden to reminise among the cherry blossoms, the
world would keep on turning; no good word or nod. And then for a brief
moment, it would come to a sudden hault. She would sit to his right,
bow, and say ,'Good day, Nii-sama'.
At dinner, the maids and servants would flee to their rooms, fearing
the tone of his stiff and bitter voice. Then in privacy, he would tell
her of his feats and perils; letting her bathe her senses in the rich and
silken weave that was his speech.
But in the middle of his conversation, he would pause; allow her to
go where no shinigami would dare venture. Her eyes wander to his sight, eyes
filled with a cobalt-colored, silent kindness. There, only those of foreign ways saw
ferocity and death.
No one knew what she did about him. No one else spoke their
language, held their same mutual understanding, or way of life.
Byakuya and Rukia had a bond apart.
Another day, another ficlet. Hope you guys liked this. Thanks to Kitahoshi for the inspiration. She's an amazing author.