Falling into Death
DISCLAIMER : I don't own anything. Credits to Delight in Her Misery by lemonorangevanilladrops.
That story almost killed me inside! I really really love it‼ the author is brilliant and twisted! I love its puzzles.
A/N: I apologize for any error, for I could never give justice to the authors, but I am a desperate fan, and thus I wrote this fanfix as an ending. Disclaimer! I own nothing of this story.
Byakuya's tears fell from his eyes for the first time since the death of his parents.
Because now, Rukia and their unborn baby, had fallen to death.
For Rukia, chose to kill herself over the pain.
Looking down…
An urge to follow her, came over him.
As though he had forgotten his own dreams. His aspiration to be the greatest artist someday.
And as he stood on the edge of the building, about to jump on a certain death while in a state of mental anguish.
Something stopped him.
Or rather…
Someone stopped him.
"Byakuya" the voice called.
And he knew that voice.
The voice of his beloved, the one he had been pinning for, for 5 years now.
0o0 flashback
Byakuya was in his 10th grade class, staring at the new girl accompanied by red-haired delinquent by the school's gate.
The girl whose been the topic of gossips since she had arrived at their school.
"Who's she?" someone asked.
"Ah… Rukia, I think? " someone answered.
"Ugh… 'The ho?'" a voice chimed in with venom in her voice.
At that comment, several people snickered.
"She's too flat and small. And look at that funny hair. How come guys go crazy over her?" someone critiqued.
Then followed by few comments, which Byakuya couldn't stand overhearing, as he left the classroom.
To go where?
He doesn't know. He doesn't care.
For all he want is to leave this shallow minded individuals, since he knew for sure that admonishing them would only cause problem to Rukia.
The girl he admired so much. In secret, that is. For her safety.
He is the Ice king of the school, and his admirers would definitely go crazy if they knew who he fancied.
Knowing the troubles Rukia had gone through with those mean girls, he wouldn't dare to add to her problem, despite wanting to be with her.
But it's OK.
For now, he would wait. While protecting her from afar.
He adored her ever since that time he had seen her in the orphanage, one fateful afternoon after a random detour he took in order to go home.
She's so beautiful when she look sad. He had thought, back then.
He once saw her cry behind the trunk of the only Sakura tree in the orphanage. And was mesmerized at the art in front of him.
She's perfect.
Exquisite.
And that was what inspired his dream to become an artist.
.
.
He was actually ready to let go of his feelings for her, when he was dating this girl who resembles Rukia.
What an irony.
How could one be able to move on, when her look alike is beside him.
But his relationship with Hisana didn't last long. For she had died out of cancer. It devastated him.
Ever since then, his art reflected ironic optimism of dystopian contemporary art.
Almost a parody of that girl he had loved 5 years ago.
But what a luck.
For just a year after Hisana died, she came back to his life.
Rukia.
But something was very different about her.
She looks broken beyond repair. And somehow, he felt guilty of what had happened to her.
If only, he had forced himself into her life. If only he had left the protective bubble surrounding him, to be close to her.
Maybe, he could have preserved the Rukia he loved.
Love…
First love indeed fade the slowest… or was it even love? An infatuation it could have been.
Then he, once again took interest of her. And found out that, she is selling her time.
That type of a girl.
He should have been disgusted by now.
But he could not. For she used to be a pure soul, that's been exposed to the dirt of the world. And now she's been corrupted.
That somehow, delighted him.
Delighted in her misery.
She was perfect, now even more so.
As her blood seep through the pavement, like red ribbons adorning her beautiful lifeless body.
Eyes wide open with eternal glaze.
And because of that, he must not die.
For the perfect art, is begging to be illustrated. The picture of the one he loved, broken because of him.
.
.
.
"Byakuya" Rukia whispered as she hold unto Byakuya's hand, the only force preventing her from falling down to her doom.
Her eyes portrayed fear like never before. The most expressive of display on her beautiful face.
Fear.
Fear of missing this golden opportunity.
For finally, they had found the perfect body that would house her soul.
A body capable of giving birth to the baby they had been craving to have, for more than a decade now.
Despite the grave situation, Byakuya somehow felt triumphant, as he left his wife off of the side of the building, preventing her from falling to her certain death in this timeline.
They were a split second away from losing the opportunity to get a hold of Rukia's body, and losing this chance forever.
And as Rukia safely stood at the side of the roof railing, they could hear shouts from down below.
But neither was paying attention, for each were holding unto each other, after almost missing one another again.
Byakuya firmly hugged Rukia, with all the love he had for her. Kissing her hair in gratitude for this opportunity.
For this might actually end Rukia's suffering, in search for a solution to her pregnancy.
Rukia on the other hand fisted the front of Byakuya's college shirt, a rather foreign clothing worn by the 6th squad captain, her husband.
As she felt the presence of another Life inside her body.
The one they had been waiting for.
Their child.
The end.
A/N: Moral of the story...
Nah... It's your task to find out😚
another puzzle, following the second chance.