Okay...This chapter right here... I rewrote this serveral times beause I wasn't "feeling" it. It didn't flow right...So. Here it is.

It's a bit longer than I intended it to be...

The flash back may seem incomplete and all.. but, it'll make more sense in the next chapter and all.

Plus, I'm thinking of a huge plot twist that I'm kinda iffy about that might piss off some readers and all.. Or. I go with what I originally planned.

Thank you for waiting!

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It's now late at night as house hold servants clean up what's left and bid everyone good night before heading off to bed. Though Rukia, Rukia had other plans ttaht her beloved Kaien chan doesn't know- Mainly because of the fact that Kaien strictly told her not to go alone without him protecting her. But, Rukia couldn't wait. To be away from her beloved Kioshi chan for 14 years?

Rukia's heart ached every night when she looks at her half koi jade pendant she now gingerly rubs her with her hand, in hopes of her Kioshi chan will remember...

Now, with the moon glowing upon her flawless milky smooth skin, Rukia faces the shojo doors that stood between her and her beloved Kioshi chan. She recited this scene countless times in her mind and each time, it all ended in a happy joyous fairly tale manner... But Rukia is slightly more realistic than that...

Fairly tale endings never exist, because, if they did, Rukia would never be in this predicament..

Though maybe, just this once. Rukia can hope for a fairly tale ending?

Releasing all self doubt, Rukia lets out a small little huff as she loosens her hold on a lavish care package she made herself. she spent hours working on this after sending Princess Miyako off to tend to her Kaien chan's needs.

With her tiny hand resting upon the shojo doors, Rukia momentarily stops. Heart started to heavily thump.

This small little visist to her beloved Kioshi chan finally hit her.

The years her beloved Kioshi chan spent under the care of Ichigo Kurosaki? The poison Ichigofeed poor little Kioshi while he was growing up?

Rukia now slightly trembles with self doubt. The years she missed out on her beloved Kioshi chan's life was starting to prick at Rukia's heart...

-Flash back-

Not a sound was made once Isshin and Makasaki arrived at the outskirts of the Kuchiki empire-immediately, The burly guards of the Kuchiki empire bounded with well trained soldiers confronted both Isshin and Makasaki when they too, arrived a with their small group of war generals...

An agreement was reached once the weapons of Isshin's war generals was skimmed away from them, protecting the Kuchiki empire from any sneaks attacks.

Now, walking through the beautiful streets of the Kuchiki villages-people started to talk...

"Who are they?"

"Didn't you hear?"

"What?"

"They are Kurosaki Royalty!"

"What?! Why are they wearing clothing with stitching only Kuchiki royalty can create?!"

Hisana now grasps from Isshin's large calloused hands as she pulls herself closer to him and she buries her face against Isshin's firm muscular arm, mumbling, "What if they deny us our grandchildr-"

"WHAT?!" One of the military guard boomed as he unsheathed his blade.

Seems like someone didn't receive the memo...

"What is Kurosaki blood doing on Kuchiki land?!" The burly general growled as he stared down Isshin and Makasaki who meekly hid behind Ishhin and buried her face against Isshin's broad back., mumbling against his back. "Husband, what are going to-"

Quick and quiet whispers were exchanged as a wave of error ran through the burly guards while a hundred apologies are given.

Word now travels fast-especially if it's kept on the down low...

The servants and house maids all quickly ushered both Isshin and Hisana into the main hall where Byakuya and Hisana patiently waited for them...

Now, the house hold servants stood before the shojo doors that stood between her, and Byakuya and Hisana...

Gently knocking against the shojo doors, the house hold servant meekly addresses, "Kotei Kuchiki... You have visitors..."

Hisana now tightly grasps Isshin's large calloused hand as she looks up at him, eyes glistening, "What if we ware denied our grandchi-"

The shojo doors now slowly slid open...


Within the beautifully silken draped meeting hall with golden dragon encrusted jade pillars, sits Byakuya and Hisana, patiently waiting for their arrival.

This wasn't Byakuya's idea -hell, it was Hisana's idea to allow both Isshin and Makasaki over to "clear the air" so both their empires can live peacefully among each other.

Though, that didn't mean it Byakuya was happy about it-especially when Hisana's shiny pink slips quivered and eyes watered and Hisana sad puppy eyes? Needless to say, Hisana got her way.

Now, quietly humming, Hisana's elegant slender fingers curl around the hook of the tea pot as she prepares the green tea. "Byakuaya sama..." Hisana sweetly cooed, in hopes of releasing some of the tension surging through Byakuya.

"Do you remember the time our Rukia chan tried to serve you tea when she was only three years old?"

A slight smirk now forms on Byakuya's face as he reminisces tiny little Rukia struggling to hold the tea pot while angrily pouting- Hisana clealy noted the smirk on Byakuya's face and smiled as she pours the tea into a tea cup.

"Our Rukia grew up to be a wonderful-"

"Kotei Kuchiki..." A house hold servant meekly addresses, "You have visitors..."

This is it.

The moment of truth.

Clenching his fists, Byakuya seethed with anger because he knew- He knew who stood behind those shojo door- But Hisana, Hisana urges Byakuya yo contain his anger. Let bygones be bygones. Turn the other cheek because they are merely guilty by association.

Though...

Byakuya sees things differently.

Isshin and Miyako could have straighten Ichigo out and took better care of Rukia-But no. Isshin and Miyako did nothing to prevent Ichigo from doing the damage that he did- That there is unforgivable- Hisana wanted to change that.

Slender soft hands now reached out for Byakuya's tightly clenched fist as Hisana replied for Byakuya, "Please, let them in..."

There was a slight moment of hesitation for the house hold servant who felt the raging aura that seethed through Byakuya.

Now, the sound of the shojo doors slowly sliding open as the sun rays slowly beamed into the lavish meeting hall, the house house hold servant quiet invites Isshin and Miyako. A friendly warm smile beams on Hisana's face she continues to hold Byakuya's hand as a way to tell him to contain his anger.

"Come." Hisana brightly smiles as her other hand waves for both Isshin and Makasaki to sit before them.

Oh the tension that was felt once Isshin sat across from Byakuya who looked at Isshin with nothing but hatred- Hisana wanted to change that.

"Your robes." Hisana politely notions the robes Ishhin and Maka saki are wearing. "My wonderful Rukia chan created for you, am I correct?"

Makasaki beams. the loving and friendly aura radiating all around Hisana was felt as a wave of relief washes over Makasaki who more than happily replied, "Your daughter does-"

"Speaking of daughters..." Byakuya finally spoke as Hisana squeezed his hand, whispering, "Byakuya sama... please... please don't scare-"

"Your offspring..." Byakuya paid no attention to Hisana and continued as he now loosens Hisana's hold and slowly folded his hand. "Your offspring tainted my pride... How will you repay me?"

Silence.

Not a sound was made as Isshin's throat became dry.

Isshin wasn't expecting that.

It was Ichigo that treated Rukia wrong-but in Byakuya's eyes, everyone related to Ichigo is guitly by association.

"Ahhh..." Isshin now chuckles uneasily as Makasaki buries her face againts Isshin's muscular arms- there goes Hisana's efforts to make Makasaki feel comfortable.

"Makasaki and I want to talk about something-"

"OJI SAN! OBA SAN! MOMMY-MONSTER! MOMMY-MONSTER!"

Childish muffled laughter and giggles was heard as Makasaki's eyes beamed at the closed shojo doors. The overwhelming feelings surging through Makasaki was too much as her pink lips quiver and slender fingers grasps Isshin's firm muscular arm, mumbling, "Husband... Our grandchildren... They are calling for us-"

"No!" Hisana beamed as she ran towards the shojo doors, blocking Makasaki from leaving the main hall. "They are not for you."

This here-this here surprised Byakuya.

Timid little Hisana who is always soft spoken and delicate finally stand up for what she believes in?

Hisana slightly trembles for being out of character-but she's doing this for Rukia.

Rukia is finally laughing and happy with her life-Hisana isn't going to let anyone destroy Rukia's happiness.

Not again. Not ever.

"They are... Not... for ... you..." Hisana slowly repeated once she saw the sad look on Makasaki face. It was nothing but longing pain as Makasaki's pink lips quivered and eyes watered.

To be denied a grandchild she have never met? To be that close to her grandchild and not being able to do anything about it? Makasaki completely lost it as she broke down on her knees- Isshin ran towards her aid- but Makasaki shrugged Isshin off. She's doing this because she wants to meet her grand children because, in Makasaki's mind, Isshin and her never bared any ill will towards Rukia. They treated Rukia with the utmost care- to the best of their abilities that is...

Now, on her knees, Makasaki trembles as her hair pins desperately tinkles, "Please... Please don't deny me my grand-"

"OJI SAN! OBA SAN! MOMMY-MONSTER! HELP! MOMMY MON-"

"HA! Your Oji san and Oba san can't save you now!" A muffled voice cheerfully boomed.

A burst of childish giggles and laughter erupted as the sound of tiny foots step bumbling around- Byakuya quickly now quickly advances towards the door, blocking his grand children from entering in the room.

"I'll repeat." Byakuya now calmly spoke with his head held high. "Your offspring tainted my pride, how will you repay-"

"OJI SAN! OBA SAN! OJI SAN! OBA SAN!" the two tiny 3 year old twins gleefully pounded their tiny little hands against the shojo doors. "MOMMY-MONSTER!

The shojo doors now rattled with gleeful joy as the tears flowed harder down Makasaki's face-Isshin instinctively wrapped his firm muscular arms around Makasaki as she buries her face against Isshin's firm broad chest. "Our grand children.." Makasaki heavily sniffle. "They are calling for-"

The sound of the shojo doors struggling to open was heard as a thin beam of light beams inside the meeting hall...

It was the work of two tiny little twins who gleefully laughed and giggled- Hisana's and Byakuya's mood quickly changed as they both turned around facing their beloved grand children, Kaien and Kioshi, once they fully opened the shojo doors with their toothy pearly whites.

"OJI SAN! OBA SAN!" The tiny little twins happily cheered as they both bumbled inside with their tiny little arms wide open-Makasaki cried even harder.

To be this close to her grand children and not being able to have that connection Byakuya and Hisana has with the twins?

This pained Makasaki and Isshin to no end...

That was until a tiny little head popped around Byakuya while the other twin was telling an "exciting" story of the tickle monster.

The little head that popped around Byakuya?

Kioshi Kuchiki.

The younger twin.

Now, looking around, little Kioshi childishly bumbled his way towards a consoling Isshin who buried his face against Makasaki's hair, mumbling comforting words- Little Kioshi tilts his head as he taps Isshin's broad firm shoulders. "Why is oba san crying?"

Isshin's eyes widen once he heard the tiny voice. That tiny voice that beamed a smile at him and waved. "I'm Kioshi Kuchiki!"

Makasaki trembled as her tearful sobs lowered. She heard the tiny voice speak to Isshin and looked up at the tiny little boy smiling at them-Kioshi saw the sad pained look on Makasaki's face, he wanted to change that.

So, sticking his hand in his pockets, Kioshi's tiny pink tongue slightly peek out from the corner of his mouth-Makasaki tearfully swoons over the cuteness of Kioshi who finally removes his hand from his pockets, beaming. "Aha!" Kioshi cheerfully smiles as he holds a piece of candy in his hand. "No more cry-okay?" Kioshi happily pipped as he handed Makasaki a piece of candy- Makasaki lost it.

She lost it as she lunges for little Kioshi- Hisana interrupted by grabbed back little Kioshi. "He is not for-"

"AHA!" A victorious voice cheerfully grins as another shadow is casted inside the meeting hall. "I told you your Oji san and Oba san can't save you!"

Childish cheers of joy and laugh bursts from Rukia's tiny little twins who gleefully ran towards her cheering, "Mommy!"

This is it!

This is Makasaki's chance to get on Rukia's good graces- surely, Rukia remembers the help and support Makasaki gave her during her stay at the Kurosaki empire. Surely Rukia hasn't forgotten about that...

Right?

Makasaki quickly rubbed away her tears as she slightly pushes Isshin away and desperately kneels her way towards Rukia, pleading, "Princess-princess please-please grant me my grandchildren..."

Completely confused and mortified, Rukia looks at a sobbing flustered Makasaki crying as Isshin beams towards her and holds her in his firm arms with nothing but pain. To watch his own wife crawl on her knees crying and begging?

Isshin's heart shattered into a million little piece the moment Makasaki cried this hard-But no.

Hisana beamed before Rukia and Rukia's tiny twins with her arms wide open. "No." Hisana now boldly spoke as she trembled inside. "They are not for you."

"But-but-but-" Makasaki's eyes beamed towards Rukia who slightly hid behind Hisana as tiny little Kaien burieds his face against his mommy's leg and Kioshi-Kioshi held onto to him mommy's leg but watched and listen to everything.

"But-But-But-Princessssss..." Makasa tearfully sobs as she now desperately crawls on all four towards Rukia. "Please- Please don't deny me-"

"Mommy-mommy-" Little Kioshi now painfully tugged. as his bronze eyes beamed up at his mommy."Why is oba san crying?" Kioshi now turns his tiny head towards a sniffling Makasaki, "No cry oba san. No cry..."

This here-this here stabbed at Rukia's heart. To see her tiny little boy in pain? To see the only woman who tried her best to make her comfortable under Ichigo's "care" on all four crying?

Rukia slightly bends her knees as she faces her tiny little boy, sweetly cooing to them, "Why don't you go outside and play with Momo chan? I'm sure she's done with her household chores-"

"But oba san..." Kioshi blurted as his tiny finger points at a sniffling Makasaki. "Oba san crying..."

-Flash back end-

Gulping hard, Rukia's tiny hand that rests upon the shojo door slowly slid open to a heavily breathing Kioshi resting- Violet eyes now widen.

Kaien sure didn't hold back...

"Mom... Your beloved Kioshi spoke ill of you.. Don't worry, I taught him a lesson..."

Rukia now quickly walked towards her heavily bandaged and chained Kioshi as her heart ached. To see her once tiny little Kioshi all grown up for the frst time in 14 years? Rukia's heart ached when she saw how badly damaged her beloved Kioshi was to the point where she had to lightly caress Kioshi's rough cheek, sighing, "Kioshi chan... What did Kaien chan do to you-"

"Moommm..."

Violet eyes widen. Her Kioshi chan is dreaming of her... Her Kisohi chan calling out for her..

The overwhelming about of excitement and joy surged through Rukia as she watched her beloved Kioshi rest. It's the least she can do-after what Kaien did?

Rukia is just happy Kaien spared Kioshi's life.

"Kioshi chan..." Rukia now finally quietly spoke as she sat next to him as she gently races her tiny fingers through Kioshi's black hair- Kioshi was burning. Her beloved Kioshi was sick and Rukia- Rukia panics as she burst out of the room as the cool touch of the moon glowing in the dark abyss beams upon her flawless milky smooth skin.

Rukia was in distress.

Her beloved Kioshi chan is sick and everyone is sleeping...