Oh my geeze 4 chapters and not a peep.
Im sorry if the chapters weren't satisfactory, or the updates being so few and far between, I just hope for whoever is still reading this story that you can stick it out to the end. I imagine it'll just be 1 or 2 more chapters.
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Better Late than Never
Chapter Sixteen
Life around the compound had been quite hectic as of late, however no one would inform me as to the reason. I worry however since the words Espada and Aizen have been spoken in hushed whispers one more then on occasion. I had not been called back to Byakuya's room since he beat me to a pulp and watched as I cut my own finger off. To say he didn't force me to do it would be a lie. He did not hold a physical gun to my head but the metaphoric gun was, however it wasn't to my head but Starrk's. It makes me nauseous now to think the mere act of removing my own finger to save a man I will never see again just confirms how deep my emotions run for the lazy bastard. Byakuya must've realized that, I think he doubted I would actually do it. When the deed was done and my finger presented to him an indistinguishable emotion came to his eyes, when he saw the finger I chose to remove was my ring finger on my left hand. I'm unsure of the reason for his break in cold character for the loss of that specific finger. Although I have an inkling he was pleased that I had no intention of pledging my life in marriage to another, although he made it clear such a dream, is nothing more then a dream.
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It's almost midnight when I'm roused from my slumber from a knock at the door. The attendant doesn't wait for a response before entering my room. He walks briskly over to my bedside where I'm rubbing sleep from my eyes, letting them adjust to the darkness of the room. He throws my covers back and drags me to my feet. He claims that Kuchiki-sama would like to see me this instant. I can tell by the hurried breath of the man that this request has him very uncomfortable and scared. Which isn't something to be concerned with if it hadn't been for the uncharacteristic hour of the summoning, coupled with the repercussions from our last rendezvous. I walk towards Byakuya's room head swimming with ghastly images of what he has in store for me now, what mind games will he play, what more physical torture will he carve into my body.
I enter the room without knocking much to the dismay of the attendant. I stand in the doorway waiting for further instructions for the vile act I just demonstrated. To my surprise Byakuya dismisses the man and instructs me to close the door, and enter the room fully. His cold calculating eyes look at me; empty. They see me as nothing. He motions for me to follow him into his bedchamber, I am anxious with the development. Scared for my life.
My pounding heart stops in my chest when my eyes fall on the tall lanky frame of Coyote Starrk. He looks at me his eyes cloudy with unshed tears. I don't understand. Why is he here? Why is he alive! I was sure Byakuya would've killed him long ago. I'm frozen in the spot I stand, I'm not even sure I'm breathing, I just stare at him. Lost. My eyes widen when those tears previously unshed start to fall. He looks at me, and swallows hard, his voice coming out husky from emotion.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he rasps. A sob escapes his lips as he crumples to his knees, face in his hands. I've never seen so much emotion on this man before. I know in this moment, he loves me as much as I love him and it hurts. It hurts so much to know we are both doomed to this pain. Byakuya walks over to the kneeling man pulling out a pistol with a silencer. I'm terrified that he's going to shoot the pitiful man. My heart starts beating again rapidly, my breath coming out in harsh pants; I'm terrified, but not terrified enough into action. And I hate myself for it. I watch frozen as the man approaches Starrk.
Byakuya surprises me yet again; I'm relived when he grasps one of Starrk's hands and places the gun into it while leaning over to speak in his ear. Although his actions imply a whispering of a secret the man speaks in a normal tone, and my relief is short lived.
"He" his cold eyes land on me "is your next target."
Starrk's head raises slowly the tears dried up, shock and horror fill the once sorrowful eyes. And I understand. Byakuya is ordering Starrk the man I love; the man who loves me; to shoot me. Starrk shakily rises to his feet mouth agape in terror. He stares at the gun in his hands the last tears on his cheeks falling onto the cold dark metal. He looks at the mob boss, and rasps out a barely audible 'I can't'. He repeats the phrase like a mantra the volume and force behind the words rising steadily with each chant.
"I CAN'T" he yells "I WOULD RATHER SHOOT MYSELF THEN CAUSE HIM ANY HARM. THAT IS WHAT LOVE IS YOU SICK FUCK" he spits at Byakuya. The man remains impassive to the outburst.
"Then why don't you?" he responds
"What" I croak out. my voice cracking.
"Why don't you shoot yourself then" Byakuya responds directing the answer at Starrk.
