Hiding Darkness, Hiding Light
Darkness is the enemy. And darkness is a friend. It hides danger, and secrets away the moments of insanity that we wish for no one else ever to see. And when it's ripped away it leaves us bereft and shivering in its wake.
It is now that I wish the darkness to overtake me, to hide me. The lights above shine down on me, illuminating the world. I stand here on the edge of running, without every intending to make a move. My father stands here in front of me, that look on his face once more. He want's to fight. Normally I would cheer him on and wish him the best, but now my thoughts are taken up by thoughts of him. That man.
He is the reason that I want to run. Why I want to hide. I want to run to him and bury my face in his immaculate robes and cling to him like the child that it seems I am to all outward appearances. I want to run from the thought of him. Run and hide away so that he'll never know how the young woman inside of me feels toward him.
Oh, he is so arrogant and beautiful. I want to punch that arrogance off of his handsome face. I want to ravish him. I want him. I want what I cannot have, and so I wish the light away, so that I can hide a little longer. So that I can keep my secrets. I can't even say his name without that warm feeling welling up in my chest. That almost imperceptible shiver along every inch of my skin. I picture his face and the heat creeps across my own. He is tall, though not as tall as my father, and slender, rather than wide. His long dark hair, his cold visage, they attract me. He shows no outward emotion, but I can see, hidden in the depths of his eyes, the swirling vortex of feelings. he would hide from the rest of the world, but he cannot hide from me. And I must hide myself from him. I hate the dark that I must cloak myself in, and I wish to share his light. iwant to see him look at me with those deeper-than-the-ocean eyes of his. I want to lose myself in the tangle of his hair, the planes of his body. I can see his hidden strength in every step he takes, and I can feel the cold he wraps himself in to hide from the world. Byakuya...
I want to tell someone, but I don't want anyone to know. I want to tell him, but I know he will reject me. So I will keep my secrets hidden in the dark, far away from the light. I run a hand through my bubblegum pink locks and leap onto the shoulders of my father, and off we go to look for a fight, and I will cheer like I always do. I will play the part of the child, so the woman can be free to feel, free to dream. I will keep myself in the dark so that my secret desires, my wishes, my fantasies, cannot be detroyed by rejection and pain. I keep the light, so that the dark can exist. That is the way that it must be, and so it stays.
~B~L~E~A~C~H~
So this is the last chapter. I have written about Byakuya, Rangiku, Renji, Orihime, and Yachiru, in that order, so far. A sequel may be on the way, but I'm not sure yet. If there is, it will include Rukia, Ichigo, Kenpaci and Grimmjow. If you are in favor of this, then please review, telling me this. If I recieve a review from 5 different people who support this idea, it'll happen, if not, oh well, it may or may not. Either way, maybe go check out some of my other work, if you want to. ^_^ ~MugenYumeDansu