Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or anything related or from it. All copyrights belong to Noriaki 'Tite' Kubo. I only own the plot.
Pairings: ByaRen, sort of.
Warnings: Depressing.
A.N. Thank you for reading. Two short drabbles since I don't have a lot of time.
Pristine
White, pristine hands.
Byakuya contemplated them in darkness that was only relieved by a thin stream of moonlight cascading from the window.
So utterly perfect.
And he hated it.
He was a noble bounded by all the beautiful trappings of his station. Yet, the only thing on his mind was blood. Blood like the red of his subordinate, the man who would someday bring about his absolute annihilation.
Dark desires and disdainful choices weighted heavily upon his shoulders.
Senbonzakura.
Deadly, white petals enveloped him in a lethal whirl, shredding his clothing into rags. Blood dripped from his pale cheek, and flowed down his forearms.
Without hesitance, he gripped his hand around a sharp edge, relishing in its sweet pain.
How foolish is it? To desire to be broken? To repent for my transgressions?
He wiped the blood away from his eyes, smearing crimson markings across his countenance, and from his tainted sword.
His tongue darted out to taste his salty essence, a reminder of how human he was. For a second, he thought about leaving his marks as it was. Then, with two fingers glowing with green, he healed his own wounds one by one slowly. He caressed each cut and drew pleasure from the tenderness of barely closed lesions.
He could not destroy himself, he reflected guiltily.
That privilege, that honor lies with Abarai Renji. Of all the people, he had wronged. Gotei 13, Hisana, Rukia. None was as significant as Abarai. It was utterly fitting to have Abarai who was his counterpart in looks, personality, status, and life. A fitting metaphor to have this man brings about his destruction.
He would set upon Abarai the task he could not perform himself, forcing Abarai to live with guilt, so he would not have to endure it. He was a coward protected by his own noble chains.
Byakuya looked down at his unmarked, faultless flesh.
And hated himself.