AN:Hello, I know it's been forever...life seriously got in the way lol. Imma try to update as regularly as I can. I haven't written in ages so if this seems a bit crappy forgive me. Thanks for all the motivation though, you guys know who you are :)
Fast Forward: Part 2 How I Met your Mother
"Alright Hisana-sama, you can relax now. All the rushing around has finally come to a grand halt."
Saito Hisana, who had just but a few hours ago become Kuchiki Hisana wearily flopped down onto the sofa of the hotel room where she had been deposited by one of the female maids that served in the House of Kuchiki.
"Am I alone here?" she tiredly mumbled.
The pretty serving girl smiled at her mistress's words and nodded. "Kuchiki-sama will be with you in a while but he asked that I ensure your every need seen to."
"My every need huh?"
Hisana closed her eyes and leaned back against the back rest of the plush and tantalisingly luxurious sofa that was currently supporting her exhausted form. It seemed that Byakuya had not been lying when he had said he would have taken care of everything.
From the day he had announced her betrothal to him two weeks ago, everyone, and she meant everyone had literally spun into a crazed frenzy. No one had expected the rather soft spoken Saito Hisana to have fallen into such a hasty marriage and further more no one had anticipated that the gentleman in question to spur her love would have been Kuchiki Byakuya, guardian and uncle of Kuchiki Ryuu.
The latter himself had been severely taken aback by the proposal and had looked at Hisana with genuine uncertainty. She was herself quite astonished when he approached her and asked her if she were really in love with his uncle.
Hisana had forcefully laughed at his question and assured him that she had not expected anything of the sort to happen.
"Your uncle just continued to see me…" she had lied. "And we would talk together for much longer than we expected. Things started to happen, he began to tell me things, I began to tell him things and before we knew it… we were both… gone…"
Much to her surprise though Ryuu seemed to be comforted with that thought and had given her a rather shy smile. "This means you'll be living with us sensei… you'll be you know… like my…erm, mom now…"
"Yeah…"
"So you don't mind that you know we're….erm…"
"No it doesn't bother me at all otherwise I would have never married your uncle. That was however definitely a big part of actually considering your Uncle's proposal."
"I could imagine, but I'm glad you're okay with it. It'll be nice having you around the house."
These words had pushed all other thoughts from Hisana's head and she had unconsciously enveloped the teen into her arms as soon as he had finished talking.
Everything else had gone pretty smoothly, everything except the fact that Rukia had not been able to make it for the wedding. She had called though and had fervently promised to come home as soon as she was able to. This Hisana was most eagerly looking forward to.
The gentlemen who worked for Byakuya had also looked at her in a different light. There seemed to be an unexpected amount of respect from them and even though they themselves were quite surprised by their boss's decision to wed the girl they had kidnapped, they questioned him not and eagerly welcomed her into their family.
It was interesting how quickly everything had progressed, how quickly everything had been organised. Her father had been looking much happier since the announcement of her engagement and he been shining on the day of the wedding. She was certain his light could have rivalled the intensity of the sun's. Speaking of which she had to make sure Byakuya had seen to her father's business with the bank. This she had not yet gotten around to discussing with him because she really hadn't seen much of him in the last two weeks. She had been running around for kimono fittings and other wedding arrangements without a conscious thought of what was really happening around her. It had all been like a dream, with only memories to prove they had actually occurred.
"So is there anything that you'd like for the while ma'am?"
Hisana's thoughts were broken by the serving girl's voice and she dazedly examined the young thing in wonder. She had momentarily forgotten where she was.
"I-I think everything's well for the hour really. There's no need to bother yourself with anything Suki."
"I understand madam."
The serving girl smiled after her final words and offered a polite bow before exiting the room in complacent silence.
The room felt utterly large now that she was alone. The silence was strange and the sudden calm was unexpected. And garbed in her after wedding kimono as she was, she felt all the more like a traditional doll trapped in some surreal doll house. She laughed at the thought and flicked on the television in the room just to slice the thick heaviness that was the silence.
It wasn't until much later that night that Kuchiki Byakuya calmly came into their room. She had been expecting him to be a little tipsy but for the life of her she was a bit amazed to see every hair still in place and every piece of his clothes neatly tucked in.
"Somebody was clearly not having any fun on his wedding night." She offered with a slight smile.
He raised an eyebrow at her comment and began to undo the front knot from the haori he wore.
"That depends on what you deem to be fun on a wedding night, Hisana."
She blinked at his words and remained silent for she was unsure of what response to offer.
She was presently sitting, comfortably curled by a soft seat near the room's window. She had already changed into her sleeping wear and had decided to sit for a moment to ponder over the sudden change of events in her life. Unbeknownst to her person of course, the moon light had helplessly been caught in her soft tendrils and shadowed her limbs, giving her the appearance of some ethereal figure. Dressed in her sleeping robes as she was gave one the impression that she was much younger that what she seemed. Byakuya admired her appearance for a brief moment, his eyes quietly appreciating the modest exposure of her well shaped legs demurely folded beneath her.
And for the first time in his life, he felt unsure.
He had known the warmth of a woman's body before and he knew well, what women expected. But for this bundle of innocence quietly sitting before him, he was unsure of where to start. He could not of course make love to her tonight, that was a given. It was one thing he was positive that was not to be done.
"My father…" she hesitantly murmured then. She had looked away from him and was listlessly examining her hands.
Byakuya carefully observed her.
"Did you… see to the arrangements and such…?"
He closed his eyes and turned around.
"Your father's affairs are being seen to. I assured you I would address them did I not? You no longer need to worry about him and his financial woes. You can rest in peace where that is concerned."
When he heard no response of any kind from her he turned around in curiosity to scrutinize her. She was half smiling at him and to herself. "So that's that is it?"
"Well yes, you fulfil your portion of our agreement now."
"And technically, how long will that be?"
"To state a time as of present is impossible. I cannot say."
He watched as she lugubriously hung her head and he felt a faint shadow of hurt.
"Do you not trust me, Hisana?"
"I-I trust you with regards to my father's business."
"So you believe I do not have your best person at heart?"
"I-I… I believe that perhaps you can."
Byakuya thought her response interesting but he said no more on the subject. He turned around then and before disappearing into the confines of their bedroom for the night he said, "You should get to bed. It has been a long day and everyone is no doubt exhausted."
"Ah, yes, of course…"
There was a brief pause then and she purposely avoided his gaze as she quietly asked, "Are we- are we sleeping together…?"
Byakuya was expressionless. "There is one bed."
Hisana reddened. "I mean-"
"No."
He left her there and made his way into the bedroom.
Hisana had never shared a bed with anyone before, well except Rukia when they had been children and the random cousins and aunts that would night over for brief holidays and such. Sharing the bed with a man on the other hand, well while it was a good deal…intriguing, she was unsure of what else to make of it. Byakuya lay on his side, perfectly still and the only thing she could make of him was his back and the hair that dressed his pillow in the dark. He had not turned her way at all and she knew because she had literally been awake all night. It was near impossible to sleep with somebody next to you, especially if that person had the tendency to make you perfectly aware of everything about them. Of that she was at least certain.
She stared at his broad back for the entire night and at some strange urgings she gently pressed her fingers along the tips of his hair upon the sheets. It was so strange to see a man with such long hair around. It was almost archaic.
She sighed at the thought of her situation once more and just as dawn was about to break, the soft feathers of sleep finally quilted her eyes and she fell into a deep slumber beside her husband.