A short little comtemplation about Byakuya and Hisana...from Byakuya's point of view. My first Bleach fanfic. It's really short...
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
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The day we first met—you, just a commoner from Rukongai, and I, the soon-to-be head of the noble Kuchiki family—we did not expect to fall in love. You had stumbled and found yourself on the ground in front of me. I glared down at you, and you gazed up at me almost in awe. Yet, there was a hint of defiance in the depths of your eyes, as if you couldn't care less that you were in my way, daring me to do something about it.
I did do something about it. I brought you to the Kuchiki household and gave you clean clothes, food, and allowed you to stay. I'm not sure why I did, but something attracted me to you.
When I first told you I loved you, not daring to look at you as I did, you lifted my chin and I saw that you were smiling. You said you loved me, too, and had for quite a while.
It was my love for you that gave me the strength to face all the opposition and obstacles that stood in the way of our marriage. I did not care that you were a commoner. It didn't matter. Only you mattered, Hisana. I loved you.
Your death saddened me greatly. I held your hand; I was by your side as you breathed your last. I felt so helpless that day...and I shed tears for the first time since I was a child.
After your death, I couldn't sleep and hardly ate for days.
Sometimes, as I stroll through the gardens you so dearly loved, I can almost hear your voice, carried by the wind. I know I am just imagining it, but I like to think you are there, somehow, watching with a smile on your face...
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