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ANTHOLOGY

Jiko – Accident

Part 1

IV

Written by Dragenruler

Her eyes slightly widened as they nudged her tiny physique through the enormous iron gates, it curved elegantly into a hefty fence before consolidating into various bricks that overlapped across the immense landscape. The grass was amazingly green; she immediately wanted to tug off her shoes and roll across the tremendous lawn.

Various flowers and bushes littered the landscape, enhancing the stunning ground. Cherry blossom trees were scattered around; gently fluttered along the breeze as they escorted her across the vista. The harsh-clicking of her footfalls echoed throughout the atmosphere as they haltingly wandered across the pavement that elegantly trailed to the mansion.

The harmonious hymn of the fountain resonated throughout the landscape, calming her as they passed the colossal fountain. A soft sigh escaped from her as she gawked at the mansion, it was impossible to believe that such a place existed in Japan. Truthfully, it did not feel like Japan and made her wonder if she was still in Tokyo.

The mansion was modern and yet, still had an antique essence that surrounded the enticing building. It was comely and enormous, refined shrubs settled against the alluring walls. The mansion was covered in Victorian-style windows; the architecture was fascinating and sloped across the landscape, enlarging the house.

If the front was so spacious then she could not visualise how the back looked like. It was beautiful; words could not describe its magnificence. She gawked as they neared the colossal door, rows of elegantly twisting columns settled in front of the door. The lights beautifully illuminated the tan-coloured walls, enriching the plants that surrounded the door.

The bitterness of the night eagerly enclosed around the mansion, gleaming lights instantly flickered alive as the darkness intensified. It enriched the radiance that surrounded the mansion. Another sigh escaped from her as she folded her arms across her chest, desperately clutching onto the fabric of her jacket.

One of the guards that escorted her through the grounds tightly grasped onto her arm, instantly halting her movement as he whispered incoherently into his sleeve. She lowered her gaze, pondering on how many guards actually surrounded the property. The owners, the Kuchiki's, were of great prestige and obviously would need protection from enemies.

The grand door abruptly opened, frightening her as it revealed another man in a dark suit and tinted glasses. There was a blonde man besides him, also wearing a suit but wore elegant-white-coloured gloves. The blonde man smiled kindly as the other man quickly clutched onto her arm, jerking her into the mansion before nodding at the other two guards.

She hesitantly lifted her arm, wanting to wave goodbye but the doors instantly closed before her. "Follow me Takahashi-san, Kuchiki-sama is waiting." Hisana delicately smiled, her gaze instantly travelled across the marble-like room. Various vases and statues were placed around the room, enhancing the glass-like stairs.

Two enticing, grand stairways curled against the walls as it curved towards another floor, elegantly meeting at the top with a balcony. The room was extremely spacious; a tiny fountain was situated in the middle. It was marvellous. "Come with me, this man will help escort you." She was instantly yanked out of the room; her feet sluggishly collided against the floor as the man pulled her through various rooms.

Each new room was just as beautiful as the other, but she was unable to appreciate the enchanting features of the mansion. A soft sigh escaped from her as the man swiftly escorted her into a library, immediately halting his movements before he bowed and left her. Her smile faltered as her gaze roamed across the innumerable amount of books.

Hisana desperately wanted to move and analyse every book that surrounded her, but everything was neatly stacked in immense bookcases. This mansion was like an unending dream, a house that had too many rooms and decorations. It did not seem to her that such a place could be located in Japan. The amount of money it must have cost to build it was unimaginable.

"Hisana!" Her delicate smile brightened as she eagerly shifted, twisting her tiny physique towards the boisterous voice. She haltingly bowed, only to be yanked back upwards and into strong arms. "You know I loathe people treating me like that! So, don't do it!" Hisana hesitantly nodded, ogling at the beautiful woman dressed in an elegant golden gown.

Her long purple-coloured tresses were firmly pulled into a ponytail; a few strands gracefully enriched her golden-coloured eyes. Hisana smiled politely, the awkwardness of her normal cheap clothes instantly bothered her as she gentle pushed the older woman away from her. "Gomen'nasai… Yoruichi-san, your call seemed very urgent."

"Is this the girl? She seems extremely ordinary…" Hisana sluggishly blinked, instantly frowning as the aristocratic voice eagerly infiltrated the room. It seemed impassive, bored and made her want to giggle with amusement. Her gaze instantly migrated away from the enticing woman towards the enchanting voice as her hand instantly entwined in her dark locks.

Hisana swallowed wearily, she had seen various pictures of the man and read just as many articles about him, and he truly was handsome. His ebony-coloured hair was loose, elegantly cascaded across his shoulders, enriching his facial features as his grey-coloured eyes glowed with amusement as they slowly scrutinized her.

"And she'll agree to the arrangement? She obviously needs the money, but that does not mean that she'll agree." His voice easily invaded the atmosphere as he swiftly shifted, immediately leaving the room. "Speak with the young girl and let me know if a contract should be instated. I'll leave it to you then. Sayōnara."

Hisana immediately twisted her body back towards Yoruichi as the older woman sighed, slowly shaking her head as she whispered incoherently. "Little Byakuya needs to learn some manners! Now, Hisana, remember that large amount of money I gave you for your sister and if I remember clearly, you said you'd do anything to repay me…"

"Hai…" Hisana hesitantly replied frowning as the angelic woman grasped onto her hands, her gaze pleading. "I remember it saved Rukia's life. You're the reason why she is healthy now, and I'll do anything to repay you for that Yoruichi-san, but what can I do? I have no money to repay you or any valuable objects you'd want."

Yoruichi impishly smiled, harshly yanking Hisana closer as the pulled her across the library. "My marriage to the heir of the Kuchiki clan was political… Being stinking rich does not suit me and Byakuya is still a little kid and he honestly believes to be in love with me. Impossible, I know! That is where you can repay me, Hisana…"

"I don't understand, Yoruichi-san…"

"Little Byakuya wants children and I promised him that I'll find a young, attractive girl to give him one! He wants things that I cannot give him, babies are extremely annoying." She whispered, broadly smiling as she gazed at Hisana. "The rest was easy… You owe me for all the money; it did save your baby sister. You won't even have to keep the baby!"

"Yoruichi-san, I still do not understand… Why not just tell him you do not want children? Won't that be easier?" Hisana pondered loudly, eagerly releasing her dark tresses as she slowly moved away from Yoruichi. "Why lie and use me?"

"I am planning something… You're going to keep this secret, or else. I am running away, in a sense but I'll need Little Byakuya distracted. He wants a child; you will provide him with one and then allow all his focus to be on you. Seduce him, if he falls for you… You can live in luxury! So, Hisana, do we have a deal?"

"Shouldn't the demon spawn be with you?" His hair was firmly pulled into a ponytail; an unnoticeable blush adorned his features as his grey-coloured eyes haltingly scanned through the tiny room. A frown played on his lips as he awkwardly settled against the white wall, swiftly glancing towards the clock before his angelic gaze travelled back towards her.

A delicate giggle escaped from her as she desperately tried to relax against the chair, but it was impossible. She would not admit it to the man, but she also would have preferred the older woman than him. A soft sigh escaped from her as her gaze shifted away from the elegant man, avoiding the blanket that concealed her bottom or the fact that her legs were settled into the air, exposing her.

"I'm sorry…" She truly meant it… Her arm hastily twisted around her face, concealing her gaze from analysing the white room and its objects. She curled her toes as the room grew colder and she desperately wanted to cry in humiliation, it was dreadful! She should have just had sex with him… It would have been easier.

"Byakuya-sama does not have to be here…" She barely whispered, eagerly chewing at her bottom lip as she curled her toes again. A sigh emitted from her when his impassive gaze analysed her movement. She secretly wiped at her eyes, thankful that he could not witness her tears of embarrassment.

No, she could accomplish this. She promised Yoruichi-san that she would at least try, she owed the woman more than that, but it was still unpleasant. If this attempt failed, the second attempt she would simply visit the doctor alone. It was an awful idea, but nothing terrible could happen. She was going to give the man a child while Yoruichi-san abandoned her life.

The situation did not seem logical, the whole scheme seemed horribly planned, but nobody deserved to be miserable. "You're right. I do not have to be here, crying will only make it worse. I have not seen anything." He murmured, another set of giggles escaped from her as she could easily visualise the frown that adorned his features.

She eagerly nudged her arm away from her eyes, her frown intensified as she ogled at the nearing man. His footfalls gently echoed throughout the tiny room. She had to admit, he was going to be an adorable father. It was quite refreshing, experiencing the character of someone so noble. "That is a very mean thing to say about someone…"

"The truth hurts." His tone was impersonal; it only made her giggles louder. It was improper of her to laugh at such thing, but she found it ridiculously clever and true. Her smile immediately brightened her facial features as she shyly peered towards him. Pride instantly swelled through her at his barely visible smile.

"You should smile more…"

A languid groan swiftly escaped from her as she blissfully embraced the coldness of the extravagant tiled floors. It seemed like ecstasy against her skin. The bitterness that swiftly oozed into her skin was extremely calming, it appeased her raging thoughts. Rationalizing her behaviour only brought more infinite amounts of nausea and she silently cursed the sensation of vomiting.

The Kuchiki Mansion was grandiose and regal, but she could not comprehend why a bathroom needed to be so extravagant. It made the experience of morning sickness only worse… She already ruined an invaluable vase, and now, she was decimating an exquisite bathroom. Hisana should not be among the rich while pregnant…

Another groan erupted from her as she gradually shifted, lifting her hand. Her long bony fingers crudely entwined along her dark-coloured tresses as she carelessly yanked them from her forehead. This pregnancy was going to be companionless. She understood the scheme, but it was absurd to seduce a married man who firmly believed in the laws of society.

Uncontrollably vomiting was not sexy… Incoordination and clumsiness also was not provocative and she was not that pretty. It was undeniable that their marriage was nothing more than a political sham. Yoruichi-san was… She was Yoruichi-san; there were not many words to describe the eccentric woman.

Byakuya-sama was a caring man. He always seemed serene and apathetic towards most and he scarcely smiled, but Hisana knew he was deeply conflicted. It was his secure believe in law and order that created the man he was now. That was probably were his love for spicy food originated.

She sighed softly, languidly shaking her head as she haltingly reached towards the toilet. Yoruichi-san did not mislead her when she stated her disinterest in children. The woman immediately retreated from Hisana, too busy with lavish parties and planning her escape. She could not comprehend why Yoruichi-san would not want to be married to Byakuya-sama…

Byakuya-sama undoubtedly did not want to be married to Yoruichi-san, the marriage was something he never mentioned. Underneath the toughness of his persona, he was an amazing man. Hisana could clearly visualise him being a father, delicately cradling his child while embarrassingly clutching onto a packed diaper bag.

Her hands quickly enclosed around the white porcelain as she instantly dragged her tiny physique towards the toilet, the nausea intensified. She loathed the experience of vomiting… It was more horrible than the idiotic plan Yoruichi-san concocted. That woman could easily collect her belongings and leave, why manipulate Byakuya?

It went beyond teasing, and Hisana did not want to gamble with Byakuya-sama's emotions. Nobody deserved the humiliation of having their love toyed with. It was a heinous thing to accomplish, and yet, there she sat in his house doing the unthinkable but she was already pregnant.

"Hisana, are you alright?" A delicate smile eagerly replaced her frown, her whole facial features kindled in blithe as she lazily opened her eyes. His tone resonated with confusion, it was charming. A set of giggles swiftly escaped from her as she stared into his distraught gaze, the bewilderment on his face was not befitting of his expensive attire.

"Oh…" She lazily murmured; her smile eagerly brightened as she instantly shoved her tiny physique away from the toilet. Her body gently slumped against the floor again, giggling as the bitterness of the tiles rapidly enclosed around her figure. It was relaxing. "I'm alright, Byakuya-sama. At ten weeks of pregnancy, morning sickness is still quite common."

His footfalls swiftly echoed throughout the spacious bathroom, instantly halting before her gaze. Hisana hesitantly opened her mouth, but closed it as his robust physique immediately settled besides hers, gawkily lounging against the icy tiles. His gaze swiftly shifted from the elegantly carved ceiling towards her, his frown forcing her to giggle. "This is very uncomfortable."

Hisana unconsciously chewed on her lip as she ogled at the powerful man besides her, her gaze eagerly roamed across his impassive features. Her smile intensified as her hand unintentionally caressing her stomach. His gaze instantly roamed towards her hand, playfully smirking. "It's your clothes; you'd be more comfortable with fewer clothes."

"Why, Hisana, are you trying to get me to undress?"

It was mesmerizing. The gleaming lights illuminated through the calming water, reflecting an enchanting aurora against the walls. The illusion gracefully rippled as she shifted, the surging water tickling her tender skin. A soft sigh escaped from her, it was the obscurity of the night that enriched the frolicking auroras.

Her neck instantly curved backwards, gawking at the glimmering stars. It was enthralling, the elegance of the night. Darkness eagerly cloaked the landscape, establishing an essence of mystery while the mottled moon and shimmering stars provided limited light. The tender caress of the breeze against her skin, it was soothing.

She could easily detect the meek stifling of the various trees that surrounded the immense panorama. There were various assortments of flowers, shrubs and trees that littered the landscape, beautifully sculpted pathways curved across the grounds, leading towards a secret garden, the swimming pool and a greenhouse.

The calming hushing of the fountain only enhanced the soothing nature of the mansion. The grass was even greener there than at the front, but there was always workers maintaining the gardens during the day. She loved exploring the grounds, tending to the garden and greenhouse and then relax with her feet immerse in the swimming pool.

The marvellous sensation when the icy water eagerly enclosed around her moving feet always brought a smile to her face, stargazing just enriched the experience. Midnight was a perfect time to be outside. Everything was calm and resting, the heat of summer was reassuring after rearranging the garden.

A subdued laugh left her, her hand instantly sheltered her bulging tummy, faintly caressing. It was quite unmistakable; her prominent belly was clearly visible. She usually hid her pregnancy underneath large clothing, but nobody was there to witness her revealed flesh. The true owner of the pair of boxers she wore was unknown and her shirt securely wrapped against her stomach.

She did not bother with a robe, the heat was blazing and everyone was resting. Her leg wobbled out of the water as she lifted it, eagerly wiggling her toes as the water violently sloshed against her skin. She clumsily nudged closer towards the edge of the swimming pool, ogling at the furrowing water.

"Hisana?" A faint shriek escaped from her, her body automatically shifted as she screamed. Her hands quickly enclosed above her rapidly thrashing heart as she instantly slipped into the icy water. The coldness immediately engulfed her, overwhelming her tiny physique as her skinny limbs violently scourged through the water.

A penetrating sensation rapidly overwhelmed her, her eyes widened as she anxiously tried to shove her body ashore. The distant clamour of splashing water distracted her restless movement, increasing the scorching sensation in her throat. The throbbing in her head intensified as she gawked at the various bubbles that escaped from her mouth.

Muscular arms swiftly enclosed around her growing waist, yanking her above the sloshing water. Hisana instantly gulped heavy amounts of air into her physique, riotously coughing as water cascaded from her mouth. She frantically shook her head as the burning in her throat gradually vanished.

Her frail arms securely wrapped around a sturdy neck, forcefully tugging her body against its warmth. She hastily encased her legs around a toned stomach, allowing her coughing to decrease before she screamed. "I have no idea how to swim!" Hisana swallowed a sob as she delicately settled her head against a shoulder.

"Just breathe… Relax, I've got you." Her fingers entwined into dark-coloured locks, harshly tugging as she inhaled sharply. A faint blush adorned her features as she hesitantly peeked towards the soaked man. She grimaced as his long nimble fingers delicately stoked her back, effortlessly keeping them both above the water.

"Byakuya-sama…?"

"There, hold onto the edge." Her body trembled as he caged her against the concrete, swiftly releasing her. She instantly shook her head, her eyes widen as he elegantly shifted away from her, abandoning her. "You won't sink if you hold onto the edge." Her fingers tightly curled against the cement as she watched him retreat.

Her frown worsened as he lazily disappeared further into the water, his gaze refusing to falter from her until he vanished beneath the coldness. A blob of darkness in the water indicated his location. He was such a jerk! The hammering against her chest refused to diminish, her hand immediately caressed her twisting stomach.

She pouted, immediately shaking her head as she wordlessly observed his movement. His night-time walks never included her, but recently he had been more attentive to her absurd habits. She was a night person, like him, and the baby had been restless. Her frown intensified as his movement instantly stopped.

Her inability of swimming was not going to stop her. She gently repositioned her body against the cement, her feet securely placed against it before she immediately propelled herself through the water and onto his body. A series of giggles escaped from her as she instantly settled her palms against his shoulders and forced her strength into her arms.

Her arms wobbled ferociously as she desperately shoved him further into the water, laughingly trying to keep him submerged in the water. Her giggles intensified as she was easily lifted from the water, her frail arms still wobbled as she harshly shoved at him. He swiftly emerged from the cold water, instantly tugging her body back into the water.

"You have no upper-strength…" Hisana immediately stopped her giggles; a smile still adorned her features as she securely wrapped her arms around him again. She shook her head, giggling at her stupidity as he cautiously lowered them further into the water. Her eyes slightly widened as she peered at him, a faint blush graced her features.

His hair firmly clung onto his face; his smoky-coloured eyes playfully gazed at her as he shifted her body firmly against his. She lazily lowered her gaze towards his lips, smiling crookedly as he moved closer towards her. His hand haltingly concealed her cheek, teasingly stoking her mouth as his other hand settled against her stomach.

Did he want to kiss her? She instantly shook her head, giggling as he hesitantly stared at her. The hand against her stomach swiftly roamed, desperately searching. Hisana lazily clutched onto his hands, slowly migrating it towards the side of her tummy. He carefully touched her again, smiling at the foreign sensation against his palm. "She is just saying hello to daddy."

"What about this pair?" Hisana smiled kindly as she carefully twisted towards his aristocratic voice, mentally giggling at the awkwardness. It was enticing, his maladroit behaviour was adorable. He seemed lost amongst the pink and frilly new-born clothes. His posture was rigid, but his gaze on the tiny booties never faltered.

"Those are beautiful." She giggled, ogling at the rose-coloured shoes in his robust hands. They seemed so tiny compared to him. A faint blush adorned her features, instantly migrated towards her neck as she received the booties from him. She shyly peered towards his bewildered gaze as it roamed across the racks of miniature socks and shoes.

"She'll need more shoes than just one pair, right, Hisana?" Hisana smiled brightly as she ogled at the various selections of booties. She eagerly nodded, desperately trying to stifle her laughter. She glanced back towards the basket she carried; they would need to return for more clothes and blankets.

The basket immediately filled with various different booties and socks, forcing Hisana to impolitely giggle. She instantly concealed her mouth as she accidently snorted, shaking her head as his scowling face came into her view. "You should get some of those booties as well…" She swiftly pointed to another set of tiny shoes. "She'll grow pretty fast; it is good thing to get different sizes."

He stared at her sceptically, frowning as he languidly nodded. His posture relaxed slightly as his gaze shifted back towards the shoes, swiftly grabbing various pairs he thought suitable for his daughter. A strange sensation immediately infiltrated her chest; it tightened and made her want to cry in joy.

Hisana lazily caressed her stomach as she reached for a white beanie, hesitantly tugging it from the rack before depositing it in the basket. The sensation was unknown, soothing and made her want to giggle. It was not sadness or heartburn. The feeling was beautiful… She shook her head, blinking away the tears as she peered towards Byakuya.

There were still many items he needed for the baby and he was already spoiling her. She was not born yet and already had more shoes than any girl needed. Byakuya was an extremely amicable man, pretending to be emotionless. She could not vanish from his life after this; it was just too easy to fall in love with him.

"Yoruichi-san…?" The tenebrosity of the night swiftly enclosed around the room. Everything was bleak and obscure, the rapid movement that shifted across the room made her dizzy. She reluctantly squinted, lazily shuffled into the darkness. A violent shiver rattled through her tiny body as the bitterness quickly embraced her.

"Yoruichi-san, are you there?" She murmured, her voice echoed throughout the dark room. Her hand delicately roamed across her bulging tummy as she haltingly shifted further into the room, frowning as she blindly wandered through the darkness. "This is your room…? I need to speak with you."

"There is nothing to talk about." The lavish voice resonated throughout the bitterness, languidly groaning as her foot collided with a chair. "You should be with little Byakuya, distracting him." A few raucous noises drifted through the darkness. Hisana sighed softly, shaking her head as she wandered back towards the door.

"I'm leaving tonight, now go away little bunny."

Hisana wearily swallowed, desperately wanting to halt her movement but she owed Yoruichi-san. Another sigh escaped from her as she hastily shifted out the room, scowling as she aimlessly wandered. Her behaviour was immoral, and she allowed everything to happen. She allowed herself to love him.

Loving him was not the problem, how she manipulated and lied to him bothered her. Nobody deserved the deception. She was a heinous person, allowing herself to be in such a situation. Her chest tightened as she peered back towards the closed door, hesitantly stopping. If only she never met Yoruichi-san…

No. It was not practical to accuse Yoruichi-san as the reason of her problems. She could easily have disagreed, but the thought of her sister… Everyone was innocent except her. A penetrating ache slowly throbbed through her chest, her fingers immediately entwined through the fabric as her breathing slowed.

Yoruichi-san deserved to be happy. A lavish lifestyle evidently was not for her, and it was spiteful to force someone into a life they never wanted. She sighed softly; it only brought forth more baffling questions. Byakuya was such a gentlemen but also a very conflicted man. He rarely revealed his dissonant thoughts.

Byakuya firmly believed in law and order. Hisana found it quite absurd, because it imprisoned him in a life that would never allowed itself to live. She truly adored him, her love flourished every second she occupied with him. A disheartened smile swiftly adorned her facial features; she bowed her head as she eagerly moved further into a hallway.

She desperately wanted to inform him about the contract she made with Yoruichi-san, but she never truly acted on the specifications of the agreement. Animals immediately disliked her, how could she seduce a man while twenty-seven weeks pregnant? It was hopeless; he seemed too angelic for someone like her.

"Hisana, you should be resting. I thought your feet hurt…" His long nimble fingers swiftly enclosed around her wrists, immediately tugged her towards his warmth. A languid sigh escaped from her as she gently settled her head against his nude chest. His skin was supple and robust, it was soothing. The comfortable thumping of his heart was a heavenly hymn.

A pair of muscular arms deliberately encased around her growing waist, firmly gripping onto her oversized shirt as he dragged her closer. A tender giggle slowly left her, ignoring the distant sound of a slamming door. Her smile intensified as his fingers eagerly caressed her stomach, she lazily shook her head against his shoulder.

"Byakuya-sama…" She murmured against his soft skin, delicately trailed her nose across his collarbone. A playful blush adorned her cheeks, a sigh emitted from Byakuya as his arms tightened around her frail physique. Hisana closed her eyes, eagerly embracing him. "I'm sorry, Byakuya-sama… Can I kiss you?"

She languidly placed tender kisses against his neck, forcefully keeping her eyes shut. Her throat felt heavy and her stomach violently twisted, her kisses continued against his impassive body. She groaned, haltingly retreating away from his frigid posture. Hisana desperately tried to swallow a sob as she shoved herself away from the man, frowning as she wiped her tears away.

"If you're going to kiss me… Kiss me properly."

"Byakuya-sama…?" Nothing made sense. He could not deduce a logical reason on how such a kind and polite young girl… He continuously blinked, refusing to turn his gaze towards her. His hand instantly entwined into his dark locks, harshly tugging at the tresses as he nudged his body firmly against the leather seat.

He adored the metallic scent of a new car. The various fragrances forced his mind to wander towards the technological mechanisms of a machine, distracting his conflicting thoughts. It was not working… He desperately wanted to howl in despair. The agonizing twinge in his chest only intensified as his breathing became strenuous.

Was he not entitled to tiny shreds of happiness? No. Someone of his nobility was not granted the paradise of the commoners. His chest tightened painfully, it made no sense… A human heart was incapable of shattering or scorching, and yet, it seemed like it was crumbling and burning in his wobbling hands.

"Byakuya-sama, is something wrong?" He desperately wanted to cry, scream and injure something but he would not allow her the satisfaction. He swallowed dejectedly, glaring randomly as he tightly gripped onto the steering wheel. His head harshly pounded as his thoughts maniacally raced, oppressing his sorrow and anger.

"Is this about last night…?" She seemed to be such a feeble and polite young girl. It was quite easy to fall in love with her. Her features implied a loving and compassionate person, and he instantly believed the façade. Byakuya had to admit, she was an excellent actress. He actually presumed that she loved him as well.

"Is this about Yoruichi-san…?" He instantly shifted his impassive gaze towards her, silencing her annoying babble. The demon cat composed an impeccable plan. The girl seemed perfect for him, someone he could easily allow to crawl into his heart. This was why love was not worth it, because it ended in suffering. "I'm sorry, Byakuya-sama, she was-."

"Damare!" He growled, swiftly hitting the expensive car. "Don't try to defend your demon friend. I do not care about that witch!" He immediately swallowed his words, refusing to give her the satisfaction of his anger. The car roared to life as he slammed the door shut, eagerly shifting pressure onto the petrol.

"Now, you stop playing these childish games with me, Hisana. I will not allow you to disgrace me or my family!" The car swiftly sped passed the enormous gate, immediately leaving the Kuchiki Mansion. He refused to look at her; it was not worth the heartache. The buildings rapidly merged together as the car barrelled through the streets.

"Just tell me why?" He hastily shoved a few papers towards her, recklessly glancing towards her. "Do you enjoy playing rich men, forcing them to fall in love with you for some joke and then steal from them?" Byakuya thoughtlessly scrubbed at his face, she was not worth his tears. "It makes sense now, why someone like you would associate themself with Yoruichi."

Silence instantly enveloped the speeding car, the bitterness of the situation and the reluctance of her reply was devastating. He should not be driving… It was agonizing… He desperately needed everything to stop; his love for her was useless. They barely knew each other, but that was how it was supposed to be.

She was only with him to give him his daughter. Love was unnecessary… He blinked, his face twisted with uncertainty as papers swiftly collided against his face. "I'm sorry Byakuya-sama… everything in the letter is true." His chest painfully contracted. "I was hired to do those things while Yoruichi escaped. I did not know she wanted to steal from you! She made me believe you two were married!

"I am not married…" He whispered, gradually releasing his firm pressure on the petrol. His gaze immediately widened as he ogled at her moving figure. Her frail fingers instantly freed her body from the seatbelt as she languidly shifted her body towards him, caressing her stomach. "Hisana return to your seat! You are going to hurt yourself!"

It was inconceivable. The screeching bellow of sweltering tires and irritating clamour of the honking was imperceptible. It seemed like an ordinary occurrence. Sound did not exist. The disturbing view was not witnessed and it seemed unrealistic… It was blinding, numbing and immediately nothing existed.

There was nothing… Everything that seemed possible suddenly was not. It bewildered him. Nothing hurt. It was not possible. There was a distant hammering, screaming and the crackling humming of a fire, but it was too far away. Everything was blank, he could not visualise anything. It seemed too bleak…

Who was he? He could not remember anything… That was normal, was it not? What happened, he desperately wanted to scream. He was unable to move. Why could he not move, it made no sense… The distant noises easily became noticeable, a piercing scream rapidly echoed throughout the darkness.

The atrocious stench of scorching flesh immediately infiltrated his numbing senses, forcing a croaking groan to escape from him. There were many incoherent whispers, they eagerly surrounded him. A dulling twinge jerked at his side, his chest felt uncomfortable, painful. Was he breathing?

The obscurity that clouded his mind lazily cleared, the paralyzing torture immediately enveloped his body. He continuously blinked the mist from his sight; his posture instantly froze as his vision became clear. Another groan echoed throughout car, the whispers increased as his gaze travelled across the demolished seat.

There was a lot of blood… Byakuya could not comprehend why there was so much blood. Shattered glass and blood concealed the interior of the car, it made him nauseas. There should not be so much blood. It soaked the leather seats and pooled around him, enclosing him in the stench of iron. Where did it come from?

"Hisana…" The rambling whispers gradually diminished as his gaze widened in recognition as it hurriedly shifted across the destroyed car. He cringed, his body was immobile. A tormenting twinge swiftly enclosed around his body, immediately disabling his breathing. He sluggishly tried to move his neck, he groaned in agony as it barely moved.

His gaze haltingly roamed towards his arm, the numbing sensation increased at his failed attempt of movement. The stench of burning flesh increased when his gaze migrated towards his arm, blood slowly spewed across his forehead and across an eye as he gawked at the scorched flesh of his arm. The blackish flesh slowly peeled from his arm.

Byakuya could not understand… What happened? Was this his doing? His fault… His mind seemed hazy again. Where was Hisana? His eyes sluggishly closed. Who was Hisana? The name seemed extremely familiar; it made his paralyzed chest twinge painfully. It seemed important.

He forced his eyes open; the tormenting pain rapidly embraced his body. He was sleepy. The twitching foot was almost hypnotic. It was concealed in blood; a fluffy slipper swiftly tumbled towards the glass-covered seat. His vision refused to travel towards the owner of the leg, but did not legs come in pairs?

The tiny person wore his boxers. Why would someone wear his boxers? Her body disappeared; the smashed glass of the windshield obscured his view of the woman. The blood seemed worse as he tried to ogle at the motionless body. No, she had two legs but one seemed longer? There was a lot of blood… Was it normal?

He tiredly closed his eyes, his head hurt. Everything was nothing again… The rotten stench of burned tires and scorching flesh instantly disappeared. He was surrounded in darkness. It was soothing, numbing. He could breathe. The boisterous melody of sirens harshly echoed throughout his mind, but it was still too far into the distant.

She was tiny… It seemed preposterous that something so tiny and frail could exist. It was perfection and could easily be snatched from him. She was perfect and so beautiful. It was impossible. The endless amount of love that immediately embraced him when he saw her tiny form was indescribable.

It hurt. The physical and mental torment, it was unbearable. The investigation stated that is was not his fault but the truck driver, but the guilt was almost intolerable. They did not deserve to suffer for his stupidity. The agonizing pain in his chest was not enough. He should have died, that was the proper punishment for wounding them.

He was a moron… Emotions were useless, something he never wanted to experience again. He blinked lazily, his posture rigid as he awkwardly sat beside various machines. The droning sounds echoed throughout the large room. It was disturbingly soothing. An inaudible groan escaped from him as he gradually shifted against the chair.

She was so tiny. It was not possible for someone to be so small. He haltingly settled his bandaged arm through the incubator, eagerly caressing the fragile, tiny arms. Her hands firmly clutched onto the blanket. There were a lot of tubes, they enclosed around her body. It was upsetting; it probably was not very comfortable.

He did not want to witness her suffer, but abandoning her was impossible. Byakuya was her father, he was the one who shortened her life and he would accompany her until her tiny chest stopped moving. She would die, hopefully knowing her daddy was remorseful and that she was loved.

It must have been uncomfortable, to be stuck in such a plastic box. He desperately wanted to hold her, snuggle against her and kiss her adorable tiny feet. It was absurdly tiny. It was not possible; he would only be able to cuddle against her once she was dead. The brain damage she received during the placental abruption was too severe; she could barely breathe on her own.

No. She was a fighter, she survived this far… Hisana has not met her yet. Mommy needed to see the perfection they had created. Her tiny face was covered with tape, keeping her eyes closed and the tube inside her mouth but the hat concealed most of it. She was so tiny and thin, barely bigger than his hand.

His trembling fingers gently trailed towards her legs, hesitantly shifting across her stomach. It was not normal; he could clearly see her ribs. Weren't they feeding her? She was getting thinner. Byakuya refused to admit it, but gradually her breathing became slower. It was agonizing. He slowly blinked the wetness from his eyes.

She was a fighter. His little, extremely tiny girl amazed the doctors with her strength. He would not allow her to stop, he refused to abandon her. She would not abandon him. The distant droning bellow of a machine swiftly echoed throughout the room, he instantly pressed onto a red button for the third time that night.

Why weren't the nurses and doctors responding? He immediately pressed against the button again, deeply frowning as her tiny chest moderately slowed, before it finally stopped. Those fools, a loud screeching noise resonated through the room as the chair fell to the ground. Why didn't anyone come to save her?

Kuchiki Tamiko was not dying. Byakuya would not allow it.

~As ek voor jou breek, is 'n kans die moeite werd want ek sou alles gee vir jou…~

Translation:

~If I break before you, is a change worth the trouble because I would have given everything for you…~

Yoruichi lied to Hisana, making Hisana believe that she was married to Byakuya but was only truly a guest in the house. She lied to get Byakuya distracted so that she could steal his money and left a note for Byakuya were she placed most of the blame on Hisana.

Gomen'nasai – I'm sorry.

Sayōnara – Goodbye.

Hai – Yes

Damare! – Shut up!

Tamiko – Most beautiful child, Pronounced Tah-Mee-Ko.

Hisana – 21 years old

Byakuya – 26 years old

A/N: I absolutely hate this, there were parts that I wrote that I adored and then there was the parts were I'm like (which were almost everything!), 'how horribly written is this?'…

Then the research I did, with pregnancy, cars, amputation, birth-defects, trauma, prosthesis, phantom limb and induced coma.

Most information will be used or refused in the next chapter. Sorry if it is confusing. I know, what about Hisana? Everything that happened during the accident will be revealed in the next chapter!

This chapter was bits and pieces on how they fell in love, next chapter will be tough on their relationship. Rukia, Shunsui and Ukitake will be making an appearance in the next chapter!

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