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A/N:Please excuse any mistakes, English isn'tmy first language. In the point of this story, Haha means mother, this is when you are addressing your own mother, Okaasan is when addressing some else's mother.

Castigation

II

Written by Dragenruler

The blinding streaks of dawn overwhelmed her closed orbs as it tickled her soft, milky-coloured skin. The vivid blaze reflecting through the shoji-window, the thin paper concealed some of the sharp rays, but with the icy breeze escaping through the window made her nebulous mind wonder.

Her soft skin was prickled by a travelling tender feeling. She should've been up already, the shining sun-rays whispered against her skin to let her know that she was late. A muffled yawn passed through her lips as she turned on her side, trying to shield herself from the sharp sun. Her eyes flittered open, only to close again as the tickling sensation on her shoulder got harsher, soft tresses caressed her pale face.

"Byakuya-sama…" She softly whispered her voice hoarse and her chest pained. She was still half asleep but couldn't find a way to wake herself up, everything in her body screamed at her to just sleep, the tiredness had seeped into her bones.

It didn't make much sense to her, never before was she this tired and sore. Every now and then it would surprise her and the pain would become too much but she could always handle it. Today seemed different; her head was pounding as she started to cough again.

She felt a hand caressing her head and another rubbing her back slowly as her coughing ceased. Her breathe left her and she struggled to breathe, strident sounds escaped her as she tried to take in air. The wheezing noise was making her panic, the pain in her chest become worse as she clutched onto her chest.

She felt soft hands shaking her; the patting on her back became frantic. "Hisana-koibito, what is wrong?" His voice was different to her; she had never heard him use such a tone before. A tone of worry and panic, it was foreign and she never wanted to hear him like that again.

A soft sob escaped through her wheezing and the feeling was painful. She couldn't breathe, her heart raced as she felt a cluster of needles pierce her chest, the pain enveloping her entire body as she trembled from the pain. She could describe how it hurt, how the pain was unbearable and curled further into a ball, tightly clutching onto her legs.

Her body was slow and her breathing come back to normal, but the wheezing and the pain didn't stop. She felt numb and sweaty; she knew her skin was deathly pale (as it had been for a few weeks) and she begged for it to stop but altogether knowing that since it had begun it would only get worse.

It begun a few months back, but not wanting to bother her husband with her pain she didn't tell him about it, the dizziness and the bloody coughing. She knew that she should've reported to a doctor as soon as she saw the blood, but she couldn't because this was what she deserved.

The pain was her punishment for her vile sins. For all the crimes she had committed throughout her lifespan, she knew sooner or later that everything would be thrown back upon her, it was justice. She deserved it.

She tried to raise herself up, but her arms violently trembled and couldn't support her body. A hushed groan escaped her as she fell roughly onto the bed, her body felt heavy as a wave of sleep crashed over her as her eyes flittered close.

She wanted to sleep, badly, but somehow she knew she couldn't sleep. Her head pounded and she forced her eyes to open once more, the pain slowly dwindled. The feeling in her body languidly returned, allowing her to turn her body towards her husband. Her small, feeble hand traced her forehead as she swallowed loudly, trying to make the wheezing stop.

His body slumped over her petite one, his dark tresses falling softly onto her cheeks. Her purple-coloured eyes gawked at her husband's smoky-coloured eyes, only to hastily avert them moving her gaze towards his softly, pale neck. "Moushiwake arimasen, Byakuya-sama." She murmured her voice hoarse.

He chuckled softly; his long slender fingers curled around her face and turned her eyes back towards his. An angelic smile adorned his face and his eyes glowed with worry. "You were not rude; you can look at my eyes Hisana." His voice was gentle but still held an undertone of panic. His thumb brushed against her bottom lip, wiping a few blood drops away.

Her enchanting eyes gazed at him; her trembling hands were placed over his as she smiled gently. She slowly put her arms around his body, trying to pull him closer towards her. She needed to feel the warmth, to feel safe and not wanting the fear to take over. His arms made her feel protected and cherished a feeling that wasn't supposed to be hers.

A few weeks ago, she had started to feel vulnerable because of her coughing and tiredness. It was almost if nothing could help her through it and that there was nothing that sheltered her from the sickness she might have. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she knew she had an illness but she had hoped would go away after some vitamins.

She knew that she should've told her husband before it got worse, and she planned on doing so but only when the right time came. A secret that was big as this had to come out and she knew it, but she still didn't know what was wrong with her. This was not something she'd be able to hide for long, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't be able to control herself in front of her husband, it was not planned.

"Byakuya-sama, I should have told you." Her voice was soft and her throat pained, she had trouble speaking the words.

He shook his head sluggishly; his raven-coloured tresses weaved into hers as he placed a small kiss on her neck. "Why did you not tell me?" He whispered against her pale skin before pulling away into a sitting position, he tugged her upwards making her lay against his chest. She quickly tried to pull away, but failed when his grip on her arms tightened.

A small blush painted her face and travelled towards her neck when she felt his tepid breathe ruffled against the back of her ear. Her feeble hands hastily enclosed over her face as she slumped against him, the soft sounds of her coughs and wheezing cloaked over them.

Her small form snuggled into the softness of his clothes, she had no idea how she could tell him. This topic needed to be delayed, just until she saw a doctor of some sorts. "I need to see a doctor." She mumbled against his chest, trying to distract him from his question. A small tremble violently shook through her body when he placed his head on top of her head, giving her a brief kiss on her temple.

"I noticed…" He barely whispered as his arms tightened carefully around her petite body. "We need to go to Karakura Town today." She opened her mouth to answer him, but was quickly cut off. "We can stay at the beach house for a while."

She pulled away from him, swiftly trying to escape his arms. Her tender gaze landed upon his angelic face, avoiding his smoky-coloured eyes finding it quite rude to be looking into them at a moment like this. "Karakura Town is half a day away from here." Her soft voice intruded his mind; he cupped her face gently forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"I called Unohana-san this morning." His robust hands leaving her frail face as her eyes slightly widened. "At the moment she is working at the Kurosaki Clinic, but as soon as I called she opened her day for you." He kissed her tenderly, his lips slightly parted as he deepened the kiss.

His soft mouth moulded thoroughly against her tender ones, their lips moved faintly against each other. It was rare for them to be this intimate at times, with his work and the children their lives simply did not allow them to be together anymore. Times like these were sacred, treasured by him because when he kissed her she forgot about all the pain and everything she had done in life.

Her feeble arms weaved around him and her face was painted with a blush that travelled down her neck. He cradled her head gently; their lips only breaking so that Hisana could cough and breathe in some air. Her wheezing slowly disappeared as he pulled her against him again, his lips enclosed passionately around hers.

His robust arms tightened, forcing him to push her onto the bed as his body caged her petite one. The kiss was passionate and romantic; it made her wonder how she couldn't accept his love. He was such a guileless person, nobility and pride showed through his movements.

A powerful light cracked through the hollow shoji-window, basking the two figures with a vivid glow. His kissed turned forceful as his vehement desire grew, his robust hands roamed towards her waist nudging her upwards. He pulled away sluggishly; his thin lips crawled towards her nape as his small tongue caressed her.

A hushed moan escaped through her puffy lips as his fingers pushed underneath her pyjama top. Her heavy breathes enclosed throughout the air, lulling the soft footfalls that were hopping towards them. The faint sound could not be heard through the thin shoji-door.

Her small pudgy hands hurled the shoji-door open; a mirthful smile adorned her small face. "Haha, Chichi wake up!" Her azure-coloured eyes searched for her parents, her beautiful orbs pierced the frozen figures on the hefty bed, and the small girl smile enlarged as her small feet ran towards them. Her small arms waved around, throwing herself against their bodies.

She saw her father lift his head lazily and her smile grew. "Chichi, you waking haha?" Her innocent voice made him chuckle, a soft smile adorning his face as he stared at his oldest daughter. He nodded his head, his dark tresses falling everywhere as he looked towards his wife who was frozen underneath him.

"Hisana- koibito, you should get dressed." He lifted himself from her effortlessly, before climbing off of the bed. He looked towards his wife again, frowning slightly. "We would not want to be late for Unohana-san."

The heavy clicking of shoes echoed throughout the white empty halls. His towering body curved and turned, disappearing as he swayed around a corner his murky amber-coloured eyes searched around and through the array of nurses for a specific figure. He took bigger strides as he twisted through his workers; he squinted as he saw his target.

He lifted his arms, waving it around as he neared the figure. An idiotic smile enriched his slightly older face, making the crow's feet around his eyes more eminent and it made him look older. One of his big hands ran through greying black hair as his smile faded, a deep scowl replacing his happy demeanour.

The man let out a big sigh, as he neared his target. He was leaning against one of the arched desks in the clinic, numerous folders laid around him as flipped through a few of them, signing something now and them. His hands swiftly moved as he picked up another folder, scanning through it before closing it again.

"Ichigo!" His voice rumbled, as he moved faster towards the man who was now glaring up towards him as he closed the remaining open folder. Once he stood in front of the younger man, his goofy smile reappeared as he punched the man's shoulder, making the man slightly stumble back.

"What was that for?" The young man growled as he grasped onto the older man's shirt before pushing him away. "Old man, this better be good." His voice was harsh and his tone showed irritation as his eyes travelled towards the folders again.

The man's scowl returned as his eyes narrowed at his son, his face getting more serious. "Is everything alright with Rukia?" Ichigo's face twisted with confusion as he glanced at the older man, his sullen demeanour slightly altered as he saw his father's solemn expression. He opened his mouth to say something, but thought against it.

"Is something wrong with the baby?" His voice was full of concern, as he touched his son's shoulder lightly. "Is there something you're not telling me?" Ichigo quickly tugged his father's hand away as he glared at the older man once again. His anger rose as he pulled away from his folders and folded his arms, staring straight at his father.

"Suminasen?" His voice was harsh and his eyes narrowed as his scowl deepened. "There is nothing wrong with Rukia or the baby, old man." He sighed as he closed his eyes. "I am going to regret asking this, but what makes you think something is wrong?"

Isshin's eyes slightly widened and scratched his stubble calmly, as if in thought. A baneful smile spread over his face before he laughed, the sound rumbled throughout the white halls, alarming some nurses. "Been having trouble have you and right before the wedding?" He screamed through his laughter.

Ichigo growled, swiftly clutching onto his father's shirt, abruptly stopping the loud laughs. "What are you talking about?" His grip on the shirt tightened as his father's smirk provoked him further. "Do not toy with me!"

His father pushed himself away from Ichigo, a pixyish smile adorned his face before hitting his son over the head, causing the young man to wobble backwards. "Fuakku!" He hissed as he grasped onto the desk. "Kutabatchimae! Why did you do that?"

"Do not speak to your father in such a way!" He said sternly, frowning when he placed his hands inside the pockets of his doctor coat. "You should show respect, especially when he only wanted to inform you with something about his third daughter." He sang gleefully before hastily curving around a corner, his voice roaring with laughter.

"You should try going to room two hundred, forty three!" Ichigo could hear his laughter again. "I saw her enter with Unohana-san!"

He lifted himself off the desk, sluggishly. His face weaved into confusion as he glared at the corner his father just disappeared to, scratching his carrot-coloured hair, tousling his slightly long hair. Rukia needed to cut it again; it was starting to annoy him, he thought aimlessly.

His eyes widened somewhat as he recalled his father's words, swiftly concealing his folders underneath the desk. Why would she be here without telling him, and with Unohana no else? It simply did not make sense; she has always told him when she was coming to the clinic. Ichigo slowly closed his eyes and sighed, his father was not someone who'd openly lie about Rukia.

She would tell him if there was something wrong with the baby or her?

What if there was something wrong and she was too scared to tell him, or maybe she fell? A million reasons roamed throughout his mind, each one more torturing. He hastily curved around the corner; it would not hurt to question his father's word. His long legs stretched around another corner, searching hectically for the stairs.

She would not lie to him? They have always been genuinely honest with each other, especially since she started to open up about her past. Everything seemed great, and with the wedding and the baby approaching, they could not be more thrilled.

He slightly frowned as his eyes narrowed, remembering the time when she was 'adopted' into his family. She immediately connected with his sisters, being the same age as them. At first they detested each other; he mostly despised her because from the moment they met she acted like a bitch.

When he was younger, he couldn't understand what he had done to make her loathe him like she had. He once thought it was because of their undeviating disputes and malicious words, but knowing what he knew now, it wasn't the reasons. She was withdrawn from everything.

It was one of the reasons why he was bewitched with her. She was different, nothing he had ever seen before and it was soothing. It was refreshing, having someone who found him repugnant. He should have known it was façade of her trying to be something else. She was trying to protect herself.

He hastily turned towards the stairs; the room his father was talking about was on the third floor. He was seventeen when she started to reveal her true self, the person behind the lukewarm mask. Suddenly, she wasn't the spiteful eleven years old he knew but instead a compassionate young girl, a soft chuckle escaped him as he climbed the stairs.

At that stage he started to see her differently, she was still her feisty self but something changed. They had started a friendship; it had developed slowly but it worked and they became intertwined, never leaving each other's side.

It did not take long before they ended up on his bed, savagely tearing at each other as they tried to be closer. At first it was confusing and wrong, she was supposed to be his kind of sister and he was the one that took her virginity. It scared him, the feelings he felt for her. The hatred and the love, it consumed him.

He took a big breath, breathing slowly as he turned towards the second flight of stairs. Those feelings still consumed him, making him fear that she was reverting to her old self. The self that hated him and kept secrets, it was a thought that he couldn't handle.

She would not lie to him again, not after what happened the last time she lied. It almost destroyed everything they had built together, wrecking both their lives. He rapidly turned towards the third floor, searching for the room that could crush him completely.

Hisana laid motionless against the cottony sheet, the unbearable contractions in her chest as she tried to breathe made her groan. Her feeble hands crumbled into the soft sheets, as a series of coughs escaped her. Specks of blood covered her sleeve, from where she tried to cover up her frantic coughing.

She felt sweaty and warm; her clothes tightly clung onto her skin. An ill feeling embraced her as she curled around in the small clinic bed, her hand moved promptly as she tried to cover up another round of bloodied coughs. The gruelling spasms controlled her body; she trembled violently as she tried to stop her coughs.

Her soft wheezing enclosed around her, taunting her as the pain magnified making her gasp out a soft cry. She twisted around, the sheets entwined around her legs as she tightly clutched onto her chest. The pain would subside, after a while it would dwindle down to an uncomfortable twinge that she was used to.

A soft smile adorned her face through the pain as she heard the soft sound of her husband talking to Unohana-san. She could already see his detached face, holding tightly onto Hisa as Kieko clutched onto his leg, hiding her angelic face from the world. There was only one thing missing from that picture, her imouto.

She softly sighed, trying to calm herself down. There was no need to think about her younger sister at a moment like this, she couldn't afford to start crying at a clinic! She curled herself into a ball tighter, firmly holding herself into an embrace by clutching onto her legs.

The pain sluggishly dwindled away as she twisted around the small bed again. Her frail body entangled into the sheets, a muffled cough ripped through her shaking her body forcefully. Her figure was rigid as she tried to breathe. Her whole body ached as she tried to move, to stand up and walk towards the door but she couldn't.

She couldn't breathe, her chest torrid contracted again. The pain was more agonizing then before as her wheezing got worse and her stomach swirled, making her nauseous. She felt confused and hazy as she tried to catch her breath, but only dry raspy sounds escaped.

"Breathe Hisana-koibito." His elegant voice enclosed around her as his hand quickly clutched onto her side, turning her back towards him. His robust hand slowly patting her upper back, praying that it'll help her. Once her lungs accepted air back, she choked and gasped as her hand travelled towards his. She closed her eyes tightly as she squeezed his hand.

The door opened slowly, soft footfalls echoed throughout the room. Hisana opened her eyes, glancing around the room as she softly breathed in, letting her husband's hand go when she saw Unohana-san staring worriedly towards them.

"Are you alright Kuchiki-san?" Her tender voice asked, making Hisana smile at the older woman. Nodding her head slowly as she lifted herself up from the messy bed, brushing away some of the sweat on her forehead trying to look presentable. Her head was pounding and she felt woozy and weak after her shortness of breath.

Her alluring violet-coloured eyes looked towards her husband, a small smile enhancing her face. "Watashi wa byokida?" She heard her husband sigh as he rigidly sat next to her, carefully taking her small hand and turning to look at his wife, smiling sadly at her. "Byakuya-sama?" Hisana asked questioningly, needing someone to answer her.

"Kuchiki-san," Hisana quickly looked towards Unohana-san, her eyes slightly widened at the older woman's serious face. "Your CTScan and MRI showed signs of non-small cell lung cancer." Hisana slowly closed her eyes as she bowed her head. "Your cancer has progressed into the stage three A, that means that the cancer has spread from one of your lungs towards the lymph nodes in the centre of the chest."

Hisana quickly nodded, her feeble hand covered her forehead. "Sore ga warui no ka?" Her soft voice broke as her body trembled. "Can it be treated?"

"Yes," Unohana said, stepping towards the couple her long braided hair twisting around her figure. "With your cancer being at stage three A, we can use combined chemotherapy and radiation and in some cases surgery based on the results of the treatment."

"Unohana-san," Byakuya spoke, his voice was deep and elegant, even with the sadness. "You wanted to try something different?" He asked slowly, caressing the back of her hand, trying to calm her nerves. He knew it was a shock and she was trying to grasp onto reality, not knowing if this was real or not.

The older woman nodded, her braided hair lifted with her face as she smiled. "I want to try surgery first, but not to take the whole tumour out, only the most dangerous part of it that is progressing towards your heart and kidneys. The other part I want to treat with chemotherapy and radiation, if it's alright with you?"

Hisana glanced towards Byakuya silently begging, her throat felt dry and she couldn't speak. She couldn't care about the decision because it did not matter; it would all end up the same with her getting what she deserved. Her heart pounded in her ears and she couldn't hear anything but the rhythm of her heart, pumping blood towards her infected lungs.

She was going to die.

It was what she deserved after what she had done towards her beautiful sister. Maybe they could welcome each other in the afterlife if she did not survived the horror that she put her through by leaving her to die, not that she was worthy enough to meet her sister in any place or dimension.

"Byakuya-sama must decide." She seemed lifeless, her body rigid and her breathing shallow as the endless and mindless thoughts travelled throughout her mind. She didn't know what to do; it didn't feel like her life because she didn't deserved a life as great as she had it after the horrors she had done in life.

Her chest contracted again, the agonizing pain embraced her entire body. She heard her husband's voice, but it was too soft and far away for her to understand what he was saying. Everything seemed preposterous as she glanced at the empty white walls of the clinic, the innocence of the colour almost made her laugh.

She was enclosed with white, ironically enough. She was an evil person, someone who didn't deserve to be around purity. Her daughters were also to angelic for her to be around, just like her sister. Her eyes widened as she glanced around the room, searching for the only sinless things she had left in her life.

"Where are Hisa and Keiko?" She suddenly shrieked, horrified when she couldn't find them. She couldn't leave them like she left her baby sister, doing it once was wicked and vile but doing it twice was unthinkable. They couldn't just disappear, like she did to her sister.

Her head spun as she glanced towards her husband, needing to know what he did to their children. "They're with Renji." He quietly sighed when he looked back towards Unohana-san and nodded in agreement. She smiled sweetly, bowing before the Kuchiki-sans.

Unohana-san slowly turned towards the door, knowing the couple needed to be alone for a while before the operation. She reached towards the door, but before she could open the door it flung open making Unohana-san frown when she heard the intruder's loud voice.

"Rukia, what are-!"

Suminasen – Excuse Me

Fuakku – Fuck

Kutabatchimae – Drop dead, you bastard! / Fuck you!

Imouto – Younger Sister

Watashi wa byokida – Am I sick?

Koibito - Sweetheart

Moushiwake arimasen – Apologizing, it is very formal and used to apologize to superiors.

Haha - Mother

Chichi - Father

Sore ga warui no ka - Is it bad?

I did my research on the Cancer and Japanese words. I'll be happy to give you the links if you ask and we might be able to discuss about it.

I know it is late and a kind of boring chapter, but I have been very busy lately! I never thought I could be this busy and tired and I know this is a little shorter than the first one, mostly by half a page.

I have some news; this story is going to be about sevenchapters but my updating is going to depend on my free time. I have everything planned so it might not take too long to update. I hope this was realistic enough, with the cancer and everything and that I put everyone in character.

Isshin thought he saw Rukia, but instead it was someone else weirdly enough because in the story Rukia's hair is Chinese bob and Hisana longer (the spikes) reaching just behind her shoulders.

I want to say thank you to my reviewers. I still need to reply to a few of you.

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