A small man delicately perched on the edge of his seat in the gardens, sakura petals falling on his white robe as a gentle gaze watched the room in which she had last slept. Finally he had managed to get his family to accept her completely but it was only during those last moments in which she received that satisfaction. They had fought so long and hard to achieve that moment, and it was as if that moment satisfied her spirit in such a way that she felt ready to continue her journey. Shimmering blue eyes closed against the scene as his mind replayed the soft melody that she used to play on her tattered bamboo flute. She never told him where the tune came from, or how she had come to know it.
Byakuya leaned back in his seat, soft pink blooming over his robes as the petals continued to fall, the soft music playing in his ears amongst the silence of the courtyard. He could feel her touch on his hand during those last moments and the whispered words of her voice. Her final wish in which he may satisfy her soul as she departed. The music rose to a heartbreaking high as a soft trickle began to run down his right cheek. It had taken him so long to break into her mind and find out why she had that void within her. He had spent so long trying to delve into her deepest of emotions.
Rukia... She had whispered to him as he hand lay gently within his. Her soft gentle hand and her sweet fading scent which he had wanted to be lost in for eternity. He had waited so many years for a person like her to fill his void. He had watched her for far too long before deciding to intervene in the scene before him. A part of him pained upon the realization that if he had just worked up the courage to speak to her sooner. If he had used the battlefield courage that he had obtained in areas other than bloodshed. My sister...
The notes tremored for a moment as if the instrument could barely contain the passion in which she played, Byakuya felt another stream begin its slow trickle. A shudder ran down his spine as he sat, his breath emanating the same shudder as he exhaled slowly in a vain attempt to wash away these strong emotions. She was his streetdancing butterfly. So beautiful to watch as she moved along the streets but such a fleeting soul. She had stayed just long enough to bring beauty into his life, just enough to touch him in a way he would never forget. I loved her...
Blue orbs opened once again to breathe in the scenery around him. The yard was almost a sea of pink now, compared to when he first sat down. He could still see her gentle figure, moving around the yard as she played that flute. The music continued. Sobs began to wrack the small frame of his as he allowed himself to cry. For the first time in many years he allowed himself to express the rawest of emotions. I love you... The silent tears felt like they would never end. And if they never did, it wouldn't have mattered to him.
As the music began to to reach a crescendo, the man felt as if he wanted to scream for it to stop for a moment. Allow him to lament in silence for the dearly departed. fingers curled into the palm of his hands threatning to draw the very essence of his life to bloom with the petals as they fell to the ground. Then he stopped...the music grew louder once more, the same tune and the same sombre lilt. Somebody else knew the tune that Hisana expressed. Another soul not far from his home could express the same dear emotions his departed love had shown. A flick of white could be seen as the pink fell awayto the ground and the tears dissolved in a show of determination. He had found her void. His life ambition of filling the void of his streetdancing butterfly, shall now be duly carried out with the will of a soldier and the love of a man. Please tell her I'm sorry.