Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, or any of the Bleach characters used in this fic. They all belong to Tite Kubo: the genius behind the captivating manga that started it all. I only own any of my original characters that I choose to include, as well as any of my own original plot ideas.
Year 4: Anxiety and Love
It seemed that they were growing further apart.
So many days Hisana had spent returning to the Rukon, taking with her that old woven basket. This day marked the eighteenth month in which she'd traveled. Was that place so important to her? Had he made a mistake to ask for her hand, to take her away from it? How he hoped not. Despite being "below him," as the rumors claimed, she had brought the most joy to his life, even were he disgraced.
He would much rather live in happiness with her than in agony without.
But, if she wished it, he would let her go. It would kill him, to be sure, but her heart meant far more to him than his own. He had lived with disappointment before, and would gladly return to that time if she so wished it.
Still, there was something that insisted she had another motive. It appeared that she were searching for something. Perhaps the remnants of a life she'd had before this one. Some object of utmost importance and meaning. If that were it, and he prayed that it was, then he would continue to support her, disregarding the words of the servants and those in the Seireitei. They mattered not to him, the rest of the noble families. They could say whatever they pleased about them, and he would bear it all.
For her, he would shoulder even the sins of his ancestors.