Hello my loves! Well after quite a long hiatus, I return with a new chapter! Within the next week I will post as much as possible but after that (meaning the epilogue), I'm not sure. But for now, lemme leave you with something incredible and awesome and death defying. (Well, not really, but you know what I mean)
The scent of plum blossoms would curse him now. She always smelled like those flowers that he once adored so much, but now he almost choked when the scent wafted through the manor. He hated the way their petals fell, because they reminded them of how she was naturally graceful. Their pale, pink color reminded him of her skin, as did the softness of the petals. He hated, especially, that such meaningless little things, flowers, could remain alive, and grow, and flourish, and reproduce while Hisana would not. He hated that while all would continue to happen, he would be in a constant state of silent agony. His family would still bask in their power, women would still throw themselves at him, the Elders would still act like they could control him. But he, as a man, ceased to exist.
He had strength, physically, but he never fathomed having to face the world without her. He didn't prepare himself for his family's petty triumph. He wanted to vomit whenever they looked at him and dared to smirk or grin foolishly. To his family, he was normal, and he performed his duties as to be expected. He lost friends though. After Hisana's death, he ceased speaking to Kaien. Kaien hadn't done anything to him, but he simply felt unworthy of sympathy from anyone.
Byakuya felt as if all he had to do was protect Hisana better than he did. He was given a gift and all he had to do was protect it. He didn't give her all he could. He didn't have proper medicines or food. He wasn't around her when she was at her sickest. he failed her in the end. But the one fact, that tore into his heart was that she blamed herself for not giving all she could to him. She called herself a burden, when really, he would've given all he had and more for her to live and spend their lives together. If she was a burden, he was naïve and selfish. He pretended that her illness wasn't as bad as it seemed, and yet it took her life. Oh, he was a fool.
He was with her when she died. After years of suffering from this illness, she was ghost pale and her voice was strained, rough and deep, very unlike what he remembered. She spoke to him in apologies. And her simply didn't know what to say to her . He tried reassurance and flattery, but she was too lost in her tirade. Hisana never saw him in a state of weakness, and the first tears he shed around her, she didn't even see, as she was then dead.
Her funeral was beautiful. The sun shined on that day and those plum blossoms fell, just like at their wedding. Her casket was a lavender colors and was covered in flowers and letters from all of her friends. Byakuya simple stood there and kept his composure as she was laid to rest. He sat through moving speeches and a rather rowdy reception without saying a word. His mouth stayed in a straight line and his eyes were either on her casket or closed. When he at last retired to his room, he laid on his bed and immediately, the smell of plum blossoms hit him and he wept, clinging to whatever of her was left.
And for years and years, he remembered her. And he recalled her plights. The sister she always looked for and tried her hardest to find. As a last attempt to give her peace and prove his love, he made it his goal to find that sister of hers. When he did, he had nearly given up hope, but there she was. An almost mirror image of Hisana. He took the girl into his home swiftly, but still felt like he owed her something, something he could never give her. So he did the one thing that would break his heart; put her to the back of his mind, if only to get through the day.
So he hated those flowers, because before the plum blossoms bloomed, Hisana lived, and he focused his anger on them for their life, took hers.