Author: Melina Hites
Story: (I've decided, it will be called) Insert your own witty title here.
Chapter: A wedding and an Escape Act.
Pages: 3
Total story pages: 28 hu. Interesting…
Disclaimer: I flew to Japan this last week, begged and pleaded with Tite Kubo to have bleach, even if it was only for a weekend, he said no… the bastard. So I still don't own bleach… :(
Word Count: 955
Total Story Word Count: 9960 shit not a 10000 yet? Ah next chapter.
Summery: Post winter war. Byakuya Kuchiki is given an ultimatum. Find a wife and produce an heir all in two years time.
Authors Note: just saying this now to clear up any confusion before it begins.
This is normal speaking. this is a thought. this is a Zanpakuto. this is ichigo's hollow (but he isn't in this chapter so not to worry)[he comes around later]...{a lot later}
So without further ado.
A Wedding and an Escape Act
He had prepared, of course. An old futon from the storage rooms. Blankets pillows. A coat. Rice. Buckets. Bowls, chop sticks. And numerous other supplies he thought they would need. Of course in order to become a captain one had to learn certain survival skills. It was rare that he would ever have to use those skills.
But it didn't make what he was doing at the moment any smarter.
Today he was not the captain of the sixth division. He was a noble, a lord, and the head Kuchiki of family.
And possibly at the end of the day a criminal. he thought to himself.
He slid his zanpakuto into his obi sash and turned to leave for the wedding.
Kimiko sat in patience. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.
Her day had begun hours ago, with the wax being put into her hair, which was now piled neatly on her head. Then it was the makeup. It took the servants hours to apply the white makeup to her shoulders, and face and neck. And this is where she now found herself. Staring at a ghost in the mirror. In the mirror she saw her door slide open, more servants carrying boxes. She sighed. She knew in those boxes were the numerous layers of kimono she would have to wear.
I really hate this.
Nothing you can do about it.
I know.
Well that's a lie you could do something but it would require you to kick your servants and that's really not fair to them.
Kimiko smiled slightly.
And the servant chastised her because her makeup began to crack slightly. "Mistress! You must keep a strait face! The makeup will crack otherwise"
Kimiko's smile faded back into the emotionless mask, "Sorry, Dana-san."
"Please stand, Kimiko-sama." the woman kindly told her.
She did as directed as she was dressed.
She sat again as the servant who had begun her makeup did the finishing touches. Painting her lips red and applying the eyeliner, and brow pencil.
"There," the woman said stepping back observing her work, "All don!. You look beautiful, Kimiko-Sama."
She looked in the mirror once more. She looked like a bride. There was no use in fighting it. She knew that.
Today was supposed to be the happiest of her life, that didn't mean it was.
The usher sat him near the back. For this he was glad. It made getting her easier.
He sat in silence quietly reviewing his plan hoping it would work.
She stood carefully. The servants walking her to the garden where the wedding would take place.
Her future husband would be there waiting.
She walked down the aisles. Stepping carefully, gracefully as possible.
He turned head as she walked. He found her eyes and locked his own with them. He watched as she walked by him. Her eyes again finding her future husband.
As she reached the front of the aisle, he drew his zanpakuto. He flashed stepped to the front.
"Scatter, Senbonzakura." He said as a flurry of brilliant pink blades erupted From his blade. He outstretched his other hand from her. "You once said that you trusted me. Do you still?"
She nodded, taking his hand, they flashed away.
They flashed several more times before They stopped. He turned to her "Your too slow. I can carry you, it would be faster." he said walking in her direction.
She looked at him, her Sapphire blue eyes going wide "resp-"
Before she could even finish her thought he picked her up bridal style. And flashed again.
They were in Rukongai when they finally stopped.
And they stood like that for a few moments.
Mistress, I think we could stay like this for a while.
"Sir, could you put me down?" she asked shyly.
He nodded putting her down.
"Um, Where are we, exactly?" She asked unsure of wear exactly they were.
"District 40. North Rukongai. Come this way." He said taking her hand. He led her to a small house that stood on the edge of the district. He handed her a purple kimono and a yellow obi . "Here. You will need to change."
She nodded, "ok."
She went into the house, or shack rather. And began to pull her many layers of kimono off. She let her hair down and then braided it.
that's gonna need to be washed.
She looked around the room. There was a small stack of things in the corner.
He planned this, Kimiko.
She smiled weakly. She owed him so much. She was still painted like a bride. The makeup would be harder to remove.
She walked out of the shack. He had changed too. He had removed his Kenseikan and scarf and put on simpler looking kimono. He had also brought a pail of water. Wash your makeup off we will have to blend in for a while. She nodded.
She took the pail of water and cupped her hands into the water. "oh." feeling the temperature. "its cold" she said to herself Quickly bringing her hands back. She shook her head.
Of course its cold. Now clean that face. You look like a cheep whore.
Kin!
Just wash.
She plunged her hands back into the water quickly scrubbing the white off her face, neck. Her sholders could wait until she could properly bath. After she was finished she dumped the water in a nearby group of trees.
He had begun making something to eat.
She stood by the fire. As he stirred. "I don't know how to thank you, sir."
"Don't. As you said, you are better then a pawn to be used."
She bowed her head. "Thank you."
Authors note.
Imma sorry it took so long… I have been having a twinge of block… I couldn't write the first part of this chapter. I have rewritten it about 8 times. Its still not the way I want it but I cant seem to get it write. I wrote the subsequent parts just fine but this was a bitch to write.
As always if anything doesn't make sense, just say so. Ill try to re word it so it does.
I'd love to hear what you think. All you have to do I click that button at the bottom of the page that says 'review' and leave your thoughts. I appreciate any and all comments, and will not be offended if you say you don't like it. after all that's your opinion. And I have mine. So there.
Also in case you haven't figured it out yet, Byakuya by then end of this mess will probably be OOC. Cannon police be dammed…
Thanks to LaliLali, I see what you meant with the italics changing and went back and changed them.
And this is the part were I put my random outburst. I'm a naturally a strawberry blonde(no, blondes really don't really have more fun but w/e) . Today, or very early this morning (at about 1:30ish) I dyed my hair (according to the box) 'light auburn.' I now have the most spectacular ginger hair EVER…. Like I put Ginny Weasly from the Harry Potter movies to shame…its Like Renji red… I am most unamused. Also color foam fails (the concept is cool)…. EPICLY. The verdict my hair will be this color for at least the next two weeks. Then I'm dying it black…. Or something… not blonde thou…
Rant done.
Have an excellent day everyone!
Melina.