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A/N: Please excuse any mistakes; English is not my first language, Afrikaans is.
-X
Kazoku
III
Written by Dragenruler
Dedicated to Darklover
-X
It was a very captivating day…
The daylight radiated through the cloudless sky, the elegant aurora of the day only kindled her happiness. It was a cold winter morning, the bitterness of the day refused to seep through the earth as the sun shone blindingly and the wind voiceless. It seemed that anything that would remind her of a melancholy day disappeared.
A graceful smile appeared on her features as she twisted her body, tenderly clutching onto her skirt as an engine roared with life. Her gaze roamed across the modern and probably extremely expensive car. It was a foreign emotion as she ogled at the various buttons and knobs and if she was unmistaken the gear stick?
A gentle sigh escaped from her as she glanced towards the car window, the different houses and buildings thawed together as the lavishing car hastened pasted the city and onto the lush landscapes of the country. It was enticing, and it made her wonder why they did not live on such a panorama…
It was probably too far away from the Seireitei, her Byakuya-sama's job was extremely important, but then before he became the head of the sixth Division… His office was in Osaka. Another sigh escaped from her again as she looked away, those thoughts only existed because she lived too far away from her baby sister.
She finally found her sister, they were together and finally a family. It was a dreadful emotion she received from living too far away from her, it was tormenting. All Hisana wanted to do was to tug Rukia into her arms and refuse to leave her, but they were both adults and had their own families to love.
Hisana gently placed her head against the car window, her gaze roamed towards the gear stick. A small smile graced her lips as she ogled at her husbands' robust hands as he shifted the gears. She wanted to giggle; he was the reason she refused to learn how to drive. If she knew how to drive, then she would not be able to admire his aristocratic mannerisms as he drove.
She could not suppress her giggles as she shamefully ogled at her husbands' hands. It was refreshing. Hisana brazenly lifted her hand, relieved when she did not tremble; she tenderly placed her hand above his. Her fingers caressed gently against his hand, her smile grew and made her bubble with laughter.
"Is there something funny?" The husky voice of her husband asked; his tone playful. Hisana hastily glanced towards her Byakuya-sama; his features were twisted with amusement as he focused on the empty road. She shook her head, sluggishly letting the tresses of her irritating wig curl around her face.
"No…" Hisana mumbled, the soft smile on her features intensified as she stared at Byakuya. "I was only enjoying my Byakuya-sama…" A blush enriched her skin. It was always a characteristic she sometimes loathed about herself, her modesty.
"You can enjoy the view all you want, Hisana-koibito." He murmured an impish grin adorned his face as he glimpsed at her crimson-coloured face. Byakuya chuckled softly, his gaze never faltering from the road. "No need to be shy," He curled his fingers around hers. "You are the one that started this…"
Hisana twisted her blushing face away from her husband; it was rare for her to flirt as openly as her Byakuya-sama… A soft sigh escaped from her as she peered at the scenery through the window. The day was already phenomenal. It was exhilarating, since the cancer it was a scarce for her to wake without the tormenting pain.
A feeble cough rattled through her body, making her tremble from the vibrations. Everything was suddenly too tiring for her do, struggling with cancer was ravaging her frail body. There were times she could barely move her weary body, she loathed what the illness did to her. She sighed hesitantly when she felt Byakuya's grip tightened around her hand.
"Hisana, anata wa daijōbudesuka?" He asked distraughtly, his eyes wide as he swirled off the road urgently twisting his body to face his wife. "We're only halfway to Karakura Town; I can turn around and take you home? You can rest at home; this was a bad idea…" He mumbled, placing his hands against her forehead to feel her temperature.
"Why did you not tell me that you were feeling ill? I would've called Rukia and told her we could not make it!" He murmured harshly, pulling his hands away from her feeble body. Hisana shook her head desperately; frowning softly as she stared at her Byakuya-sama's distressed features. She placed her hand tenderly against his cheek, caressing carefully against his stubble.
"No," Hisana stated, her smile was tender as she shook her head in disapproval. "I am alright Byakuya-sama, no need to worry about me." She lifted herself from her seat and gently kissed her husband, soothingly. "I haven't felt this good in such a long while, Byakuya-sama." Hisana kissed him again, glimpsing towards the back seat with a small smile.
She sat back into her seat, readjusting herself comfortably. "I miss Rukia; we're only going to be in Karakura Town for a few days." Hisana swallowed harshly, glanced back towards the back seat of the car. "You know how excited Keiko was about going, and getting away from the Seireitei might be good for all of us, it would help me get emotionally stronger…"
It was extremely wrong of her; she knew manipulating her husband was improper after everything he had done for her… If it was not for her elegant and beautiful Byakuya-sama she would not be alive. Manipulating him was the only way for him to acknowledge that she was alright and that spending some time in Karakura Town with her sister would help her fight the cancer.
"Ma-ma!" A tired voice gurgled and mumbled incoherently behind them.
Hisana smiled tenderly as she curled her body around the car seat, her smile intensified when her gaze travelled towards the meagre body of Hisa as she started to wail in confusion. It was irritating and painful as she slumped across the sea, reaching towards her daughter as she tried to untie her from the baby seat.
Her movement was sluggish as she failed to untie her youngest daughter, making her cry harder. "Hush, Hisa. You'll wake Keiko…" Hisana caressed Hisa's soft, tiny head. Hisana sighed softly, as she continued trying to soothe her baby. She could feel her muscles tremble in weakness as she tried to lift Hisa.
"Don't, you have no strength." His voice was elegantly tender, making her smile grow. "Go sit in the backseat, stretching over the front seat will only hurt you…" He whispered his voice bitter and made Hisana tremble. Byakuya glanced towards Hisana, his gaze fierce as a small smile grazed his enchanting features.
"Hisana-koibito, we need to get going if you want to be in Karakura Town by tonight."
-X
It was fucking nonsense.
He despised how persuasive his wife was, how easily she could manipulate anyone she came across and he allowed her to manipulate him. It was quite funny, she would never realise why she always got her way… He simply worshiped her smile, how her eyes would glitter with warmth and excitement when she got her way.
It was not that he detested his wife's new found family. Her older sister, Hisana, was virtuous and in a way ethereal, resembling his wife in almost every way but Hisana was feeble, his wife not. His new nieces were adorable, reminding him of his sisters. The only problem with their family was the husband, his brother in law; Kuchiki Byakuya was a fucking ass.
Ichigo did not understand why they had to sleep at his house, Byakuya was too rich and they could easily spend their few days at their beach manor not at his limited space of a house. They had one spare room that had barely enough space for two people, not four. Rukia insisted, demanded that they stayed with them. Giving him crap about family bonding.
It was a joke; he had enough bonding with his family! His father refused to leave them since Kazou was born, and after two months, his father still rejected the idea of leaving him, Rukia and Kazou alone. He has been shacking on their couch for two months and now that Hisana and her family were sleeping in the spare room, their home was overcrowded.
A soft sigh escaped from his mouth as he placed the suitcase gently onto the bed, Rukia forced him to help his brother-in-law. They could have easily stayed at a hotel and had someone carry the heavy suitcases to their room.
He might have gotten ordered into doing this, and he did not mind that no matter how much he complained Kuchiki Byakuya would still be sleeping underneath his roof. Ichigo just needed to get his father out of his house, and it did not help that his father never listened when it came to him.
His father needed to go, immediately.
-X
It was such an enticing day. The winter-day was quite pleasant and sunny, almost blinding him. It made him want to simper in delight, if the smile of enlightenment that already glowed on his face did disappear. The emotion that came with cradling a baby was nothing new; the clinic has been overflowed with expecting mothers.
It was quite an endearing day for the bitterness of winter. It was relaxing, calming and then the gentle breeze that enriched the aroma of a new-born-baby. He desperately wanted to move closer and smell his grandson, but with the guests in his sons' house would be slightly improper to do so. If it was only his son, he would sniff the hell out of his grandson.
He smirked tauntingly as he glanced around the room; there was nothing truly irregular other than the new addition to the family, not his grandson. His third-daughter, Rukia, made him proud to be his sons' father. She looked frail, but she was stubborn and driven and knew how to be a bitch to his son. Nothing could make him prouder than to have her as a daughter.
He glimpsed at the two figures that emerged from the stairs, only to glance away quickly. Rukia and her sister looked peculiarly identical. His third-daughter was only stronger in a way. Kuchiki Hisana was a skeleton sheltered with skin, her bones poked out everywhere and it made him ponder on why she was so feeble and sickly.
She was beautiful and petite, similar to Rukia, but her ebony-coloured tresses were longer and extremely, unnaturally neat as one single lock drooped against her face, gracefully falling across her eyes as is cracked into two different tresses at the end. Her alluring amethyst-coloured eyes did not shine with enegery as Rukia's, but were just as bewitching.
Isshin had not known Hisana for long; well he had not known her since yesterday. It did not help that a lot of people thought that he was, how the youth would put it, dense. He knew, because he noticed various things around him, more than he should, that something was not right with the Kuchiki's
It was something that he could not help but notice, those strange markings that tarnished her pale skin. Blotches of various shades of colours stained her arms and legs, beyond that he could not see, but he knew that the mottling's painted her whole body. The marks were easily spotted, and his suspicions were already absurdly running through his head.
Those bruises that painted her pale skin did not happen accidently and he was beginning to question her choice in a husband. There were too many blemishes. A soft sigh escaped from him as his gaze roamed towards the lanky and robust figure next to Hisana. That man was nothing like Ichigo and he could easily see his sons' annoyance towards him.
Kuchiki Byakuya was a secretive man, silent and almost looked distressed but Isshin did not have the time to annoy him yet. He was intimidating, with his cold-grey-coloured eyes staring bitterly at everyone besides his family. Isshin did not think that Byakuya could actually smile…
The situation quickly developed together in his mind when he gazed upon the behaviour of both figures. It was too obvious. The answer was right in front of him, and it made him want to giggle at how idiotic he was, if only it was something to laugh about. What was happening was nefarious, and his face fell instantly into a scowl.
It was malicious and repulsive; no woman had the right to go through such a thing and stay. Isshin wanted to punch him, kick him out of his sons' home and have a big talk with Hisana. He had two precious daughters of his own, and he would rather scratch out his eyes before he allowed it to happen to them.
She was being abused.
Another tender sigh escaped from his mouth as his gaze roamed towards his son and third daughter, as they welcomed Hisana and Byakuya. Hisana's arms were curled around a baby, the soft tresses of the baby fell over her shoulders as she reached towards Rukia, smiling and giggling. "Ba-Ob…" She gurgled desperately.
"Kon'nichiwa, utsukushī shōjo." Rukia murmured gently, her smile huge as she gazed upon her sister and niece. She quickly twisted her arms around Hisa, tugging her from Hisana's arms. Her smile grew as she cradled the young girl in her arms. "I can't wait for Kazou to grow this big and finally sleep."
Hisana giggled, shaking her head gently as she tried to voice the words, but was interrupted. "What about Keiko! Is Keiko utsukushī!" Keiko voices eagerly as she twisted in Byakuya's arms, her eyes illuminating with the solicitous of wanting to know. Her arms entwined further around her fathers' neck as she gazed longingly at her aunt.
"Keiko…" Byakuya whispered softly, as he curled his body to put her down. She was getting heavy. As soon as Keiko's feet touched the rug, she scrambled towards her aunt. Keiko stretched her arms, reaching towards her aunt and instantly twisted her arms around Rukia's knees, squeezing tightly.
"Am I pretty, Oba-Rukia?" She tugged anxiously onto Rukia's dress, her face glowing in wonder at her aunt. A harsh sigh could be heard from Byakuya as he looked at his daughter acting inappropriately. He quickly glimpsed towards Hisana, the radiance of her smile made his thoughts halt in a pause, only to look back at Keiko.
"Keiko, stop-," Byakuya tried to scold Keiko, only to be insolently interrupted. "Anata ga mottomo utsukushīdesu." Ichigo stated proudly, gently scooping the young girl in his arms. Keiko laughed loudly, forcing Byakuya's face to twist with further annoyance. "I am most prettiest ever!" She giggled, her eyes growing wide with excitement. "I wanna look baby!"
"Keiko!" His voice was harsh as he tried to scold his daughter again. Her behaviour was unacceptable, especially when you were a guest in someone's house. Byakuya would not allow his daughter to act like this, and while there was a sleeping baby! "Stop this, you are a big girl and the baby is sleeping!" He whispered harshly.
Ichigo sluggishly shook his head, smiling gently as his bright tresses caressed his forehead. "No, she could see Kazou, Byakuya. She only has to be quiet, no need to scold her." His voice was tender as he snatched onto her tiny hands, her fingers curled into his as he tugged her towards the unconscious infant, her eyes sparkling.
Isshin sighed softly, gazing at his son advancing towards him, but his gaze swiftly scrutinizing the two figures as Rukia placed delicate kisses onto the young baby's forehead and hair, smiling. He could easily see that Byakuya was tumultuous as he clenched his fists firmly as he glanced at his daughter and Ichigo, his eyes narrowed.
Isshin grimaced at Byakuya's phlegmatic facial expression, this was bullshit. A man like that should not have a family, did not deserve to have a family and the antagonism he felt towards men who disgraced themselves by beating woman… Those men were atrocious and savages that was not entitled to live.
It was disgusting! Men were made physically stronger to shelter and protect woman, not beat them unreasonably and senselessly. Isshin could not apprehend why his son did not do anything to help Hisana, he certainly already knew about the abuse, and yet kept quiet? Truthfully it did not make any sense, Ichigo despised such men.
He could not decipher the vexatious muttering words that surrounded him as he gazed at the three figures of Rukia, Hisana and Byakuya as Hisana cuddled into her husbands' side, tiredly staring at her daughter with weary mirth as she reached towards Rukia, gracefully caressing Hisa's hair. She was too gentle; Byakuya was undoubtedly scowling at him.
"Dad!" Isshin blinked continuously before peering at his son, then towards his grandson that was sprawled across the baby-blanket on the floor, with confusion. "What are you screeching about my idiotic son? Can't you see that your son is sleeping? Have I taught you nothing?" He would've hit his son if Keiko was not in his arms.
Kuchiki Byakuya would not be happy if he accidently hit his daughter.
Isshin almost snickered at his sons' expression, his face twisted in frustration, scowling as he glared at him. "Stop it old man! You should be lucky to still be sitting there, this is my house." Ichigo sighed loudly, his face relaxed as he glanced towards the sleeping infant. "I asked if you could move. I want to see my son."
"Oh…" Isshin mumbled, staring at his son before twisting his seated body away from Kazou and, silently obeying his son as he stared back at the three figures that were faintly discussing unimportant things. He was not in the mood to tease his son; there were troubling matters to ponder about than pestering his son.
He moved his gaze back towards Ichigo and the young girl, ogling as his face fell into a frown. Ichigo gently caressed his son, murmuring as Keiko nodded eagerly in excitement of seeing such a small baby again. Keiko mouthed a soft 'Kazou-itoko…' her face glowing as she reached towards the infant, her fingers grazing its stomach.
Her smile enlarged with blithe when the tiny new-born boy opened his azure-coloured eyes. Those two orb-like eyes glanced around nervously for his parents, his face contorted into a frown as he clenched his eyes tightly together. A dry, choking cry escaped from the baby, he whimpered before wailing desperately.
"I broke the baby!" Keiko screeched in distress as she scrambled away from the weeping infant. Her eyes were widely open as she looked desperately towards the crying baby, a few tears rolled down her cheeks, "Baby is broke!" Keiko bemoaned in anguish, quickly glimpsing around the room in search for her father to fix things.
"I did not mean to broke baby!" Keiko sobbed, hysterically searching for her fathers' arms as she stared at the weeping baby. "I broke baby!" She started to cry harder as she realised what she was saying. "For give me oji!"
Keiko instantly felt two frail arms curl around her tiny body as she cried. A trembling hand pushed her towards a weak chest, cradling her head tenderly. "Hush, Keiko. You did not break anything…" She peered towards the gentle voice of her mother through tear-filled-eyes. Hisana frowned softly; her daughters' face was bleak in terror of hurting her cousin.
It was funny, but Hisana could not laugh.
"No, Keiko you did not hurt him." Hisana smiled, though the happiness did not reach to her eyes as she shifted her gaze towards Ichigo as he lulled the infant in his arms. "See," She pointed with a wobbling hand towards her bother-in-law and the snorting baby. "You did not hurt him, he is fine. He just needed his daddy, like you do."
Keiko looked bewildered, before she observed her mother with a warm smile. "Baby need his daddy!" She whispered happily, shifting her gaze towards her father. He looked at her with worry in his eyes as he stood next to her aunt, mumbling words. "Like me need daddy, help with kimono and shoes?"
Hisana nodded sluggishly at her daughters' eager question, glancing back towards her husband with a tired expression. She pulled Keiko closer towards her chest, hugging her firmly as she kissed the girl and wiped at her moist cheeks. Hisana's body trembled as she held onto Keiko, her limbs going numb as it limply fell against her side, ending the hug. Keiko snuggled into her mother, not caring if she was being held.
"Rukia, I think he is hungry." Ichigo stated to Rukia, smiling as he cradled the baby against his chest, his hand firmly placed against its head, supporting him. Isshin shook his head as he lifted himself clumsily; standing near his son, his eyes still focusing onto Hisana's pale and feeble figure. "Did you pump any milk?"
"Yes, there is in the fridge, just heat it." Rukia's rough voice echoed throughout the room, forcing Isshin to stare at her in agitation, Isshin could see from the corner of his eyes that his son nodded as he started to stroll towards their kitchen, mumbling incoherently to his son. Rukia instantly went back to talking with Byakuya as Keiko babbled blissfully to Hisana, curling into her mothers' lap.
"Ichigo," Isshin whispered, swiftly following his son into the kitchen. Luckily, the kitchen was next to the living room, but he could barely hear the voices of his third-daughter and the prattling girl. It was refreshing, being in complete silence as he stared at his son. "Ichigo, I need to speak with you."
"What?" Ichigo voiced, closing the fridge as he placed the bottle in the microwave, rapidly switching it on as he glanced at his father as he cuddled his son against his chest. "What do you need, Dad. I am a little busy." He scowled, quickly tugging the bottle from the machine, pouring some of the milk onto his hand checking that it was not too hot.
"Is Byakuya abusing Hisana?"
Ichigo froze his eyes wide in confusion. He slowly turned his head towards his father, his lips firmly placed against one another as he glared at his father. "What the fuck are you talking about old man?" Isshin gawked at his son, it was too obvious to ignore and his son did not notice all the wounds that consumed her body? Was his son truly that stupid?
"Are you that stupid son?" He asked bitterly as he stared at Ichigo. "Have you not seen all her bruises? The way she acts around that man, trembling and that dead tired look she has?" He murmured furiously, not wanting Byakuya or Hisana to hear him. "That is not normal, and being covered in bruises is not something to ignore, especially if it covers her whole body!"
Ichigo just gawked at his father, did his father… truly think that Byakuya was able to hurt Hisana? That was an absurd thought. "Old man, stop it! I may not like Byakuya, might even despise him at times, but honestly…? Do you truly think that? That is fucking absurd!" Ichigo almost screamed, but the wiggling baby in his arms prevented him from screeching at his dad.
Ichigo swiftly placed the bottle at Kazou's lips, forcing the bottle into his mouth. He suckled experimentally before eagerly swallowing the milk. "Ichigo this is serious! You can't ignore something that big!" Ichigo only shook his head at his father, making Isshin frown at Ichigo's ignorance.
"No! Stop this Dad; I do not want you to ever say anything like that again." Ichigo murmured as he stared at his son, gently smiling as he roamed away from Isshin and towards the door, halting. "I am warning you Old Man; do not say such things in front of Rukia. She idolizes Byakuya." Ichigo quickly left his father alone in the kitchen.
Isshin grimaced at his sons' words as he obediently followed Ichigo back to the living room. He did not understand… Was his son really that stupid not to want to believe that Hisana could've married such a heinous man? It usually happened to the sweet, innocent and humble woman. They got ruined by evil men.
A soft sigh escaped from him as he glanced around the room, the missing figure was undeniable as he shifted his body towards his third-daughter. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Byakuya clutching onto a smiling Keiko, but the missing figure was too distinctive to not notice. "Where is Hisana?"
"Oh, she went to the bathroom." His third-daughter smiled innocently.
-X
The time seemed to dawdle as she tried to breathe. Her thoughts whirled around her head, her dizziness got worse as blinding auras flashed in front of her eyes as her grasp on the bucket tightened. Everything in her body was in an agonizing pain, the sharpness of her breath as the tormenting pain pulled at her chest and her stomach surged against.
She blinked slowly, trying desperately to stop the tears from escaping as she lolled her head to the side. Her eyes lightly widened as her air decreased, struggling to stay conscious. Her bewildered gaze roamed around the small, immaculate bathroom and she was spoiling everything, even her first true family experience with her baby sister.
Tears cascaded down her pale cheeks as the tightness in her chest started to suffocate her. Her chest ached harshly and a raucous cough escaped from her as she closed her eyes tightly, another cough ran through her body, forcing her small frame to tremble from the violence assault. Hisana did not dare place her hand in front of her mouth.
Her stomach felt too uneasy, the sickening feeling returning as she curled around the bucket. Everything felt worse. She could not think; her head was pounding as auroras whirled in her vision, blinding her. The malicious feeling returned and her stomach could not control the nauseous feeling that consumed her body again.
Hisana could feel the small droplets of blood that covered her mouth and chin, it was torturing her. She quickly bowed her head over the bucket again, vomiting. Hisana groaned in pain as she lifted her head tiredly, sluggishly opening her eyes only to stare at the vomit merging with blood as she coughed again.
This needed to stop, her family and Ichigo's father was waiting for her downstairs. She could not bother her Byakuya anymore with this illness, even if all she wanted to do was sleep and never wake, but she could not allow that to happen. Not yet…
The pain rattled throughout her body as she tried to breathe. She could not handle this anymore, but she needed to wait for it to pass so that she could go back to her family and enjoy the life that she did not deserve. Hisana did not deserve to be in Rukia's house, let alone sharing secrets and acting like nothing was wrong with her.
She could never pretend to be healthy…
Her hand trembled uncontrollably as she lifted it towards her head, hastily tugging the irritating wig off of her head. It needed to be away from her, it was only a reminder of her punishment. She glimpsed around the bathroom, it was beautiful and now she was destroying it with her illness. Hisana needed to clean it when this horrendous bout of illness was gone.
Licking her lips, Hisana tasted iron. Her whole body was trembling against the toilet as she twisted her head above the bucket again, choking on the vomit as she tried to breathe. When Hisana moved away, she slowly lifted her shaking hand as she reached towards her face, her fingers caressing the skin of her upper-lip, her fingers instantly wet.
Hisana sluggishly let her hand retreat from her wet face, already knowing what the substance was. It has been happening a lot lately when her Byakuya was not around. She tried to swallow the vomit again, but it was too fast and she could not move. It escaped from her mouth onto the floor and her clothes, making her grimace and moan in pain.
She did not care for the smell, she wanted to know… Hisana quickly glanced towards her wet fingers, trying hard to acknowledge that there was blood again. Her nose was bleeding again. Everything rose to her throat again, her stomach twisted in pain and she clutched desperately onto her clothes, urging the pain to stop.
Hisana was going to vomit again, her breathe coming in harsh pants as she wheezed, trying to suck in air before ejecting her stomach contents. It did not help; the pain was still too ruthless for her to comprehend as she vomited again, her head lolling to the bucket. She was so tired; it could not hurt anyone if she slept for a while?
"Hisana, are you-, Ichigo call an ambulance now!"
-X
Kazoku - Family
Kazou – First Born Son (Pronounced as Kah-Zoo-Oh)
Koibito – Sweetheart
Hisana, anata wa daijōbudesuka – Hisana, are you okay?
Kon'nichiwa, utsukushī shōjo – Hello, beautiful girl.
Utsukushī – Beautiful/lovely
Anata ga mottomo utsukushīdesu – You are the most beautiful.
Oba – Aunt
Itoko – Cousin
Oji - Uncle
A/N: This would've been out sooner if I did not move into the University Residence and had to wait for my uncapped Internet to arrive here since I moved pretty far away from home… I had to admit, I cried when I had to say goodbye to my Parents. I cried like a little baby…
My classes started the 1st February, and I am majoring in Psychology, Sociology, Anthropology and Criminology (I am extremely busy), I believe that would help my writing, I am going to take an online course to learn Japanese and since my Degree is international, I hope to move to Japan as soon as I get my degree.
I think next year I'm getting my own place and leaving the Hostel.
I got Pneumonia, I was rushed to the hospital on Saturday, two days before my classes started because I could not breathe and had this unbearable pain in my chest… Finally after many tests, the x-ray showed how badly my lungs were infected… We caught it early, so I think that is a good thing?
My faithful and wonderful reviewers!
Sky1011, Makiko-Maki Maki, Rose Attack, Ditchmydismay and Darklover
I love your reviews and you just make me smile and happy and think that one day I could finally have my own book out there and have fans!
I am aiming for five reviews; I know you can do it!
~Dragenruler
This was probably not what Darklover expected and I hope she won't be disappointed, I hope this was good since I spent weeks just writing this. I know Isshin's POV, but I had to do it. To show what other people think when they see Hisana when she had cancer.
