Hello, all! Thanks goes to Sunshine93901 for being oh so kind to review. My sincere gratitude also goes to those who managed to make it past the second chappy without dying from severe blood loss. This is the end of this three-shot. R&R, if you are willing. :) Hope you all liked this.
The spiky-haired male loosened his grip on her and uncurled his fingers to cup her cheek. He bent his head slightly so that he was close enough to her she could feel his jet-black strands tickling her nape. Hisana abstained from trembling and kept still.
"He doesn't treat you like I would," Kaien said, and rubbed his cheek up against her shoulder. "I would never let you leave my side. I would be proud to have you as my wife. I wouldn't be ashamed to show you off to other people."
Tears glazed her liquid muave irises. Hisana bit her lip. "Y-you're...misguided, Kaien-san. Byakuya-sama would never be ill at ease with me. He loves me," she said.
Kaien growled, and she shrank down closer to the ground, the blades of grass brushing up against her pubis and the flat of her belly. They tickle her breasts, causing her sore nipples to perk up.
"How many times have you seen outside the walls of the manor, Hisana?" he questioned. "How many times has he permitted you to attend family congregations and handle their ordeals?" Kaien paused suddenly, his calloused fingers traveling down the camber of her neck, worshipping the shape and form of her body.
"How many times has he made love to you?" His voice was surprising calm and tender as he said this.
Hisana couldn't help it; saline tears coursed down her cheeks, accenting the suspended sarrow he'd always seen in her visage and marring the blush she'd put on before her outing. She tried yet again to crawl away, but his hold on her was too firm.
"Hisana...he doesn't deserve you," Kaien told her.
She sniffled, injured and confused, and unable to gather her bearings about her for fear she would fall to pieces in front of him. A mewl escaped her parted lips as he turned her over in his arms onto her back.
Hisana squirmed in the prickly blades of grass, his stare pinning her to the spot.
She blushed as Kaien's eyes roved over her nude body unabashed and self-consciously tried to cover herself. He grabbed her by the wrist before she could and leaned down so that he was inches away from her face.
"I would spent every single day, of every waking moment...pleasing you...so that you never had to lament the decisions you've made," he said assuredly. Hisana sobbed, her breath hitching.
"Ssh." He embraced her, picking her up and cradling her tiny figure close to him.
"Whenever you need me, I'll be here." There was a loud rustle and the sound of pattering footsteps as Hisana charged across the field, clutching her clothing to her bosom. She only looked over her shoulder once; once was all she needed. Once was all it took to wish she could regress...before the incident, before her ceremony, before the evening she'd lain with Byakuya, before her very first misstep.
Then she would have had the chance to make the correct judgement.