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Chapter 24

"What's wrong?" Byakuya asked while trying to turn me to face him.
"Mmmm! Mmm mmm, mmmmm!" I said with my hands still over my mouth.
I struggled as he kept trying to make me face him. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to him. He shook me and continued to ask me what was wrong. I continued to reply with my muffered speech. He took my wrists and forced my hands away from my mouth. I shook my head at him as I continued to struggle.
"Can you please tell me what's wrong?" Byakuya demanded.

"Byakuya get-" I couldn't control myself anylonger.
I fell into Byakuya's arms and relieved myself on the both of us. He seemed to expect it this time though, but he did not dodge. Instead he picked me up again and exited my room. I continued to vomit a few more times on the way to the bathhouse. He set me down and opened the doors. I followed him into the bathhouse.
Splash! What happened? Did I just get splashed with water? Byakuya filled up another bucket and emptied it on me. That water is freezing! And he did it again.
"Hey! What is all this for?" I yelled.
"You need to clean up." He replied.

"I can take a bath by myself you know. I'm a grown woman, I can take care of myself!"
"It is obvious you have no regard for you own health." Byakuya stated with a deep anger in his voice. He sent another bucket full of water for me.
"How can you say that?" I yelled.
"Evidence of that grows with each reckless action you embark on."
I didn't realize what I was doing. I lifted up my arms and took control of the availible water in the room and directed at Byakuya. I cleaned the mess I made on Byakuya, but it seemed he wasn't ready for that. We were both soaking wet.

"How?" He said in a whisper. "How did you control the water without-your zanpakuto!"
I left the bathhouse in a hurry without saying anything. In fact, I fled. I shunpoed as best as I could with wet zori on my feet. I don't know why I feel so afraid right now. But I always knew my control over water and ice never came from my zanpakuto, ever since from the begining. My zanpakuto only amplified my abilities. I never told anyone because-
"Why are you running away from me?" Byakuya said as he caught me on a high rooftop of the Shihouin manor.
"Please, let me go!" I pleaded.

"What are you so afraid of?" He said as he held his arms around me tight.
"These powers I have, are not new." I whimpered.
"You did not achieve these powers when you called you zanpakuto?"
I shook my head. Byakuya sat down with me still in his grip. I was sitting down on his legs, while facing him. The moon was full and lit everything around us. There was a small breeze that made our wet clothes cold. Byakuya's eyes were dark blue, but in the moonlight, they looked gray. His bangs waved and swayed in the wind, but he did not seem to notice any of that. He stared intensely at my face. I decided I could not keep my secrets any longer. I grasped his right hand and held it with both of my hands in front of me. His hand was warm while mine were cold.
"Then when?" He kept his hand on my back.

"When I was a small child..." I said while gripping his hand tightly.
Yes, how many years since it's been? I almost forgot. I had just turned four years old, and it was hot summer. I was so thirsty one day and I drank so much water. But the water was warm and uncomfortable to drink. I held a cup in my hands and turned half of the water into ice. It was amazing. I ran to my father to show him what I have done. I was so happy of what seemed like magic. But he was frightened. My father who wasn't afraid of anything was frightened of me.

That was when he started to push me away. He would not see me when aproached him. Even the sevants began to avoid me. No one would look me in the eye. It was said that I was possessed by a demon. The rumor spread all over Kyoto. That left me with no friends or companionship for the rest of my life. All I had was my bokken. I would swing it for hours, fighting invisible foes.
That was all I aspired to. I never dreamed for anything else than to excell as a warrior. It was the only thing I had to look forward to. That and the piano my father had given to me for my 7th birthday. Yes, that was my whole world up until the point I was accepted to join a small dojo not far from my home. My father let me leave. While I was staying at the dojo, that's when my sister was born. I only visited her a few times after she was born. I mostly stayed at the dojo cooking and cleaning along with training. But even after being accepted at the dojo, only the master of the dojo treated me like a person. The other members treated me with fear.
Then during the winter, a raid had occured. A large, violent one. I had left the dojo and returned to my home. Everything was a disaster, chaos. I wasn't supposed to fight, but I grabbed whatever armor that could fit me, and a katana. I had never held a real katana before, and the weight of it alone was terrifying to me.

When I fought, I used that strange power I possessed. It helped me greatly, but when the enemy saw my abilities, they shouted, "Demon! Demon!" and I had become their main target during the struggle. Even those that were on my side recognized me as a monster, and attacked me aswell. I fled. I tried to escape into the forest. That's where I fell.
When I came to the Soul Society, I kept my power a secret, even after meeting Yoruichi-san. I did not wish to decieve her, but it was easier for me to say that my power originated from my zanpakuto rather than myself. I did not wish to scare her away.

"So that's the story behind it all." Yoruichi said while standing next to me and Byakuya.
"Yoruichi-san, when did you get here?" I asked
"The whole time. I can't believe Little Byakuya let you throw up on him again. But who knows, maybe he likes that sort of thing." Yoruichi strugged.
"From the very begining when I first met you, Hisana-chan, Kisuke and I had a feeling about you. While monitoring your training, we were able to realize that some of your abilities did not come from your use of your zanpakuto. And the way you concentrated your kido into your hands, we could see you relied on instinct over thought."
"I'm sorry for hiding the truth from everyone, Yoruichi-san. What will happen now?" I asked. I was worried they would boot me out of the shinigami ranks. I would die again if that happened to me.
"You will probably continue as a shinigami same as before. But you shouldn't be ashamed of your special powers, Hisana-chan. No one will condemn you for them here."
"Thank you, Yoruichi-san!" I said as I leapt into her arms. I began to sob.

"There's no need to cry." She said as she padded me on the head.
"Hey, Little one, you did not do a good job of cleaning her. She still stinks of rotten sake and yakitori." Yoruichi teased Byakuya.
"It would be indecent if I had used any other method." Byakuya argued.

"You could have let her wash herself, she isn't a small child. You don't need to feel so responsible."
"It's all right, Yoruichi-san." I smiled. "I'll head to the bathhouse now. I am sorry for the trouble I've caused you, Byakuya senpai."
"I am not troubled by your actions, Kazehana-chan. I will take leave of you both." Byakuya said as he turned away from us.
"Are you sure you won't be joining Hisana-chan in the bath? If I recall correctly you stink aswell, Little Byakuya-chan." Yoruichi said in a inviting voice.

Byakuya said nothing and quietly left the rooftop. He was pretty gentlemen like other than the splashing me with buckets of water to sober me up. But how else would someone go about cleaning up a drunk? I probably would have done the same thing if not a more dramatic version of it. As he was leaving, I couldn't help but stare at is back. It just looked so large and strong. And the way he walked was so graceful. How his dark hair reflected in the dim moonlight.
Yoruichi pinched me on the cheek. Ow.
"Are you having impure thoughts, Hisana-chan?" Yoruichi teased me.
"No, not entirely." I said honestly.
"You should be ashamed of yourself, you made me stink too." She stuck out her tongue at me.