Do I need to say?
You know why I write these!
Ps. This is for Iana Sabelle! My Iana-san! For that appreciation part in your speech in the forums! Thank you!
Was it so long ago? That day we first met, I was in that white room surrounded by ivory and pearl, that was where I saw your black hair for the first time. That raven bob of hair of yours that stood out so well, and those dark amethyst eyes that pierced me; to this day I remember your face so well.
"K-Kuchiki what are you doing here?" Toushiro asked angrily and wearily as the petite shinigami of the thirteenth squad stood by the door not far from the tenth division's captain's bed.
"I was visiting Renji Hitsugaya-taichou, and I thought I'd visit you as well"
"Why?"
"…I just felt like it" what? Why in the world would she ever want to see me? We've never spoken since now, so why?
"You're an odd woman Kuchiki"
"…" glancing at the black clad shinigami from the corner of his eyes, slightly turning from the window to his right Toushiro saw a smile wade along the Kuchiki's face. Finding an odd sensation through out his body at the ever so small smile, that seemed to be so fragile and weak yet….
"Taichou do you mind if I sing?"
Wide eyed at the odd request it really didn't matter to him, he gave a slight grunt still up right Toushiro once again turned his attention from the woman who was now sitting on the chair to his left, when the woman opened her mouth and let out a voice unlike any he ever heard before.
Soft and gentle like a summer's breath on the shores of the bluest sea, under the unbelievable warmth of the sun. And yet strong and passionate like the snow and ice of their zanpakutous' chilling and calm.
A voice inhuman, surreal as he turned to look at the woman her face showed peace and serenity, her black lasses caressing her smooth pale white cheeks, holding herself like a Kuchiki, Rukia poured her heart out in that song; speaking words that he didn't quite understand.
Opening her large glass orbs to stare out of the window, avoiding their eyes to meet once she was done singing, Rukia spoke
"I heard once that music helps heal a wounded person" explaining her reasons behind the singing
"I see, then…I must thank you"
"Excuse me?" now looking at the young captain dark purple clashing with light green, time standing still neither one dared to move and break the spell that was cast. Until a motion of white lasses flickered tearing their gazes apart;
"I want to thank you for the song, it's helped me I think" feeling a bit calmer and relaxed Toushiro laid back down unto his pillows, finally seeing that the anger and frustration of fainting in battle had made its way out if his system; Toushiro turned to Rukia
"You have a beautiful voice Kuchiki"
Wide purple glass slightly turned darker at the tint of pink running along flushed white skin. As the Kuchiki turned to face the wall on her left giving the captain a profile look of her face.
"T-thank you Hitsugaya-taichou, I must get going now" lifting herself up and quickly making her way out of the room, Toushiro called out almost pleading
"Kuchiki! Please…come back tomorrow" his voice hoarse and soft just a above a whisper when the bob of raven nodded, turning to give him a smile with her profiled face closing the door to his room. Toushiro laid back down gently as he replayed the sound of the Kuchiki's voice, drowning in a feeling that was foreign to him and yet…
The next day you came to me with a smile and a new song when I asked it of you. You were embarrassed at first, the first time I asked you you flat out refused until I told you it was a command , only then did you stick your tongue at me and sang before I could say anything.
And that was how it began. Our odd relationship that sprouted from a morally driven shinigami. The many times you visited me in that white pearly room, it gave me a reason to look forward to the next day; against the fact that many died in the war and that trouble would be the only reality Soul Society would see in a long time, as long as I was in that room with you; it didn't matter to me.
But eventually my wounds healed and I was released, thus ending our meetings and our friendship. Or so I thought
"Kuchiki what are you doing here?!" piercing green looked up from the desk pilled behind sheets of paperwork that seemed to reach the heavens had the ceiling not get in its way.
"Many divisions are short on shinigami because of the war and so I was told to aid a division that would accept me"
"And so you came here"
"Hai"
Sighing Toushiro looked into the cold eyes of the petite woman before him as he scrunched his nose behind his hands that covered his lips, hiding his smirk.
"Sing"
"E-Excuse me?" looking shocked and out of place in that instant Rukia lost her position of a perfect Kuchiki, as she stared at the captain hoping she didn't hear what she thought he said.
"I said sing for me"
"W-why sir?"
"Are you denying my command Kuchiki?" his smirk widening all the more at the flushed face of the raven haired woman, until she caught a glance of his smirk Rukia pouted,
"You're a mean spirit Hitsugaya-taichou"
"And now you're insulting a captain Kuchiki!? I thought you were raised above such acts" sitting back in his large chair no longer hiding his smile, Rukia stuck her tongue out at the white haired boy before closing her eyes and began to sing.
Just like the last time Toushiro realized quickly that it was the same song the woman sang to him, so long ago in that room. And still the song was calm and soft, but this time…it seemed more fragile. Beautiful and serene, automatically calming his nerves and worries; drowning him in emotions that only this woman could make him feel. Bringing to life the feelings that were buried deep within him that day he left the fourth division, feelings that still confused him and felt so foreign and yet…
And so Rukia worked along side Toushiro, helping here and there within the division and before long their relationship blossomed into strong friendship, and from friendship to love.
Before I knew it that feeling that swelled within me when ever you were near me Rukia, I started to feel it regularly and soon it became normal to me and I realized I loved you. Your dark eyes that would capture me always, your white skin that would flush when we talked alone, your petite body that seemed so small and make me want to hold you close, your black hair that contrasted mine so well, you were everything to me and more.
I wanted you all to myself and I didn't want to lose you….but that day…that day changed everything.
"W-what did you say Rukia?"
"I-I…I'm getting married it's my duty to the Kuchiki clan"
"But why you?! Why not Byakuya!" Toushiro screamed at the woman in their meeting place beside that lake far from Soul Societies reaches and wandering eye.
"Nii-sama is not young anymore….at least not as young as to be wed"
"But…"
"Please Toushiro…" casting her eyes to the ground her raven hair blocking Toushiro's eyes from seeing her face. "Just please…promise me one thing" Rukia said above a whisper the white haired captain straining to hear
"Anything" taking out a white handkerchief with tinted lilac boarders out of the folds of her hakama Rukia placed it into the captain's hand; getting up as if she were weary and broken Rukia turned to leave before calling out to the wind
"Open that handkerchief after the…after my leaving the Kuchiki clan" as strained green watched her fading back.
The next days after that we never saw each other until the wedding invitations were given out to all the captains, with all my being I refused to attend and see you get married to a man that wasn't me; yet it was mandatory of all the Gotei captains and vice-captains. And so I attended and watched as you walk down that aisle, dressed in formal white wedding garments of the noble house; the look on your face still haunts me as you exchange your vows and become husband and wife. Forever out of my reach, I can take it no longer and force my numb body to leave not caring if it seemed insulting; I had to get out.
Clenching my fists so hard I drew blood I suddenly remembered my promise to you and took out your handkerchief with my other hand, skillfully opening it with out two hands my eyes not believing what I saw.
Embroidered within the cloth of fine silk, were words that tear at me till this day as I look out the window that I did so long ago that first time we met so many years ago; a bitter smile on my face as I remember your look at the lake as I look out seeing the top of the Kuchiki manor.
"When I'm reborn, please promise to marry me." You were crying tears that still bleed from my heart; and only now do I understand that song you always sang to me.
Me- yes yes! I know it's sad and a bit dark but…..that's a thing for me right now….sorry!
But please still read and review!