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Maybe a ByakuRuki oneshot which is half done dedicated for her??
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Chapter 15: Frozen
The little baby boy cried and cried, sobbing so loudly that it echoed around the west wing where the living quarters of the Kuchiki family were at. No one came.
1st year: Innocent
He was scared, and the first thing that registered into his little mind after he awoke from his nightmare of a scary monster was to find his "otou-sama and okaa-sama~"
He pushed the heavy covers off his little body, slipped off the huge bed which was many times larger than himself and dropped onto the wooden floor.
His hurried little footsteps made quick thudding sounds on the cold floor as he toddled in the direction of okaa-sama's room.
Knocking on the tall door that made him feel smaller than he already was, little Byakuya waited patiently for the door to swing open.
He jutted his lower lip out and sat cross-legged on the cold wooden floor when the door did not open after about ten minutes. Raising his head out, he called in a childish, high-pitched voice, "Otou-sama? Okaa-sama?"
There was still no reply. Little Byakuya lowered his head. It was a cold winter night, and the corridor he was in directly faced the dark Kuchiki forest where a snowstorm was currently going on. He felt cold, so cold that he began to tremble, yet he refused to return to his room, where the scary monster was currently at, hiding under his bed.
His lower lip trembling, little Byakuya tried not to cry as the wind blew relentlessly at him. Inching towards the door where heat was emitting from, he hiccupped as he started chocking on his tears.
Ukitake found a cold, unconscious little boy the next morning, when he went around making his rounds before the masters of the house woke up. What struck Ukitake most was that his young master was outside his parents' room the whole night, and that, tear-streaks could be clearly seen on his pale face.
The little child screamed in his sleep, sweat forming in beads on his little head, as his body twisted and jerked violently as it began to stretch to form a body that was one year older.
2nd year: Determined
He stared at the wooden target that he was supposed to hit. No matter how harf he tried, he could not hit it. He bit on his lip as he tried once again. How was a two-year old little boy supposed to hit the target that was equivalent to the size of a small tower?
Frowning he concentrated and directed energy to his tiny palm. Little form shaking due to the energy and concentration, he spoke softly, "red cannonball".
The little red ball flew towards the general direction, but it fell halfway towards the target, and burst.
Little Byakuya shivered in fear when he felt the angry and ominous presence of otou-sama behind him.
Turning to face his otou-sama, Byakuya bowed his head and whispered, clearly afraid. "Otou-sama."
His training was a terror, he always dreaded them. No child ought to go through this emotional and physical pressure. Every time he tried to force out his energy, which was clearly not mature, he will feel tired, he will feel like collapsing. In the depths of his dark room, retching sounds could be heard at night after a training session.
Today was no better. In fact it was worst. Otou-sama was present to monitor his progress.
Byakuya cowered in fear as he saw the dark expression on the face of his otou-sama. He dared not meet those cobalt eyes, with the aristocratic nose that matched his otou-sama's elegance.
"Byakuya. It has been your third kidou lesson, yet you have yet to master the skill. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Byakuya shrunk, if possible, even more. He bit his lip as he tried not to burst into wails, something that he was forbidden to do. Every single syllable he spoke was clearly pronounced, unlike other children. "Otou-sama, I am very sorry for my mistake."
That was as far as he could go, without losing control of his voice.
"You will never live up to the Kuchiki name. To others you might be considered as a prodigy, but keep that in mind, Byakuya, within the Kuchiki manor, you are nothing but a little boy who is unable to perform the most basic kidou. Remember that, Byakuya."
The cold, harsh words stirred a feeling in his little heart. It hurt, everything hurt, and his little hands were already shaking from the effort that they had been through.
He watched silently as his otou-sama walked away, haori flapping. Otou-sama then tilted his head and spoke, "You are not worth my time training. Keep that in mind."
Something, anger, immense anger flared within the small body. He concentrated. He could feel in this time. The energy, the anger, the hatred, all mixed together. It was like a pool, a deep, dark pool, and suddenly, the whole surface of the pool, the whole pool, started bubbling. Narrowing his eyes, he directed it to his right index. He knew he would succeed this time. He whispered beneath his breath, "Hadou no yon, Byakurai."
A flash of white lighting, a huge, strong flash of white lighting burst out from the tip of his finger. The moment it left his finger, he felt the anger, the hatred go. He watched as he flew, directly beside his target.
Allowing a small smile on his face, Byakuya watched as a few strands of smooth, black hair fell to the ground silently before otou-sama turned back to him, livid.
He now knew why he was so weak before. He was weak as he lacked one thing… hatred.
He might not be a child prodigy, he might not be a genius, yet, as long as he hated the world, he could be stronger, better than before.
He was two years old. He hated the world.
The two year old gasped as he relived his painful memories, the memories, the frozen memories that no one knew about. He needed to fight, he needed to struggle to get powerful,
3rd year: Outsider
He lifted up the drape that covered his little window as his horse carriage went through Rukongai.
Two gray eyes peeped out of the little box, into the busy, bustling street of Rukongai.
Two women, wearing torn and tattered looking kimonos, laughed as they walked down the street, carrying heavy boxes of food.
Little Byakuya watched in fascination at their ever-present smile. He could not understand why they looked so happy when they held such heavy things. Surely they will feel depressed or sad? Byakuya knew that he surely would be depressed if there was a lot of pressure on his shoulders.
He looked at a little gang of children, who looked around his age, or older as they splashed into the little stream nearby, without a single care in the world, not caring even if their clothes became yet. His mentally noted every detail of what they were doing. He stared as they picked up along stick and blindly jabbed the pool. He watched as a little boy, slightly older than him managed to poke a fish, and smiled slightly as they rushed out of the water, probably to celebrate their success.
Yet, the children did not eat the fish on their own, instead, they ran towards the two women, screaming "Okaa-san! We caught fish! We caught fish."
Little Byakuya bit his lip as he saw the children crowding up to the two women, and the women kissing them one by one on the cheek.
Dropping the window curtain as though it electrified him, little Byakuya leaned backwards in the cushioned seats of the horse carriage, lip trembling slightly.
He never stopped wondering why those Rukongai children, children with no families, could find "mothers" who will love them, care for them, yet he, a royal, who had real parents, was not cared, or loved.
It angered him, and he knew why. Deep down, he was envious of these children. He wanted to be like them, to be able to splash into water without worrying about being scolded, he wanted to be able to catch his own fishes, most of all, he wanted to have a loving mother.
Beside him, Unohana looked at concern at her 3 year-old young master.
To get better…
Fourth and fifth year: Learning to let go
He watched as Kuchiki Ginrei, his grandfather, one of the precious few who were kind to him die. He grasped onto the silky white material that had once resided proudly on his grandfather's neck. The implications of the white scarf, whoever who had the scarf, was by default, the King of Soul Society, and will gain total control of the 13 squads, and the captaincy of the first squad.
He, Kuchiki Byakuya, was not ready. He was far from ready. He was four. He gulped as tears started to swell up, he was not ready yet. He watched through his blurred vision the whole scene playing out, his otou-sama and okaa-sama leaving the room in a fit of anger.
A few days later, he sat alone, still swathed in the white scarf, and faced a whole row of elders. They were murmuring something beneath their breathes, and Byakuya cowered as a wizened elder stood over him, brushing the hair away from his forehead as they placed a platinum hairpiece over his forehead.
He closed his eyes and let the cool hairpiece cool his warm forehead. He felt so tired, he could not fight anymore. He was tired, too tired.
It was the same with Aunt Yoruichi, he watched as she disappeared through the gate to the real world. He just watched her go. He was too tired to care. Caring hurts, so if he did not care, he will be alright. That was what he thought when he was four.
More powerful…
1005th year: Legacy
"Kuchiki-sama." Yomi, one of the head servants who left with his 'parents' croaked. "You have a sister, born as a Sugeti…"
And stronger…
Kuchiki Byakuya opened his eyes, his red eyes.
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Rukia lowered her head apologetically as Hitsugaya placed her down quietly on the floor.
As he walked over to the exit, he spoke, "If you are worried about your execution, do not fear. Kuchiki Byakuya, the real Kuchiki Byakuya will never allow your death."
He exited, pausing at each of the guards to wipe their memories.
Rukia watched as the white haori slowly disappear from her sight. She wanted to know what he meant.
Looking around at her dark prison, she let out a soft sigh, she had totally lost track of time.
Her execution should be only about a few days away…
At least she would not know the day she would get fried to a crisp. She would only know when they lead her out of the dark shrine, into the bright sunlight. She would not worry, she would not be afraid. She would already be prepared to face it like a real Kuchiki, expression masked.
She would that he would not be present at the execution. She would lose all composure if he appeared. She didn't know if she could control herself if he was present.
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Ichigo felt that something was wrong. He knew what was wrong. Kuchiki Byakuya was fighting to get out, to regain possession. He sighed, it seemed that he needed to come to a compromise with that "King".
Entering his inner world, he sighed as he saw that his "King" was already waiting for him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he sensed that the Kuchiki's spiritual pressure was much stronger, and had something that was distinctly carnal, animalistic look in his crimson red eyes.
Pretending not to be affected, Ichigo tilted his head arrogantly as he spoke, "You called, King? Or should I say, my loyal knight?"
Kuchiki Byakuya spoke, in a metallic voice, "I have a deal, my knight…"
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I hoped you guys like this chapter, I kind of like it, oddly. I think little Byakuya is really cute 3
Oh my god, Byakuya with red eyes, (squeals)= Lust?
Plus there was a carnal and animalistic look on his face :D
Next chapter: Kuchiki Byakuya's Deal! Or should I say, deal with the devil? Rukia's impending execution!
Btw, just a note, Hitsugaya isn't gay, he is just loyal =.=
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