Warnings: Spoilers for those who don't know who Hisana is. And really bad haiku/poetry on Byakuya's part. Like really, really bad.
Fluttering Blossoms
Oh, so shiny and lovely
Flutter and Flutter
He sighed and put down his brush pen, leaving the paper out to dry.
Kuchiki Byakuya looked up as the sliding door opened ever so slightly and his wife requested permission to enter.
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"Byakuya-sama, I've brought you some tea."
"Ah, come in Hisana."
She entered.
"I've just finished another poem, would you like me to read it?"
"Eh-" her face turned an unsettling shade of purple. Oh, she was blushing. But, of course, she must be delighted to have me write and read her poems.
"And it's dedicated to you, of course," I cleared my throat and prepared to read it.
"Byakuya-sama, you're too kind," she replied, looking away a little and sighing.
"Fluttering Blossoms
Oh, so shiny and lovely
Flutter and Flutter"
She blinked a few times, then smiled that familiar, endearing smile of hers. The left corner of her mouth raise slightly higher than the right. Her left eye almost slightly squinting, moving? Somewhat unsure, but still as radiant as ever. I could write a poem on this! I've decided.
Picking up the brush-pen again, I began to compose.
Your smile, ever so uneven
Gladdens my heart
Is your right eye
More stable than the left?
The warmth you bring me,
Your soft glow,
Completes my life
As I finished, I realized that I wasn't technically, well, alive. But love transcends logic - the endlessly flowing ocean of emotion, inscribed in ink, could not be contained by the solid boxes of reason.
"Uh, I, well, um, I-" she stuttered. If it were anyone else, it would have seemed unrefined and unbearable, but oh, the way Hisana turned stuttering into a form of art. Just about every part of her was-
"Excuse me, I was, well, uh, too happy to form coherent phrases. Ah, how embarassing."
Delightful. I could write yet another poem of this; in fact, I could write millions. The possibilities are endless. I decided to write another one, I seemed to really be into it today.
I started to write once more.
Plum blossoms-
"Byakuya-sama?"
"Ah, yes, Hisana?"
"Well, I'll be leaving now," she bowed and headed for the door, leaving the tea.
She left.
The glow was gone.
I set down the pen and drank the tea. Then I decided to finish my paperwork.
A/N: Um yeah, Byakuya's poems suck, yes? This is just part one, there's a Hisana POV re-write and, I think, two other Byakuya poem-writing sessions.