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 6: Vows
In the past year, he'd grown to hate spring.
It had been mid-April when she'd left him, and still the pain was present. It wasn't quite like a sting, but a pulsing, burning flame that sat in his breast. The nights wherein he'd comfort her were long past, and all he had left of her was the yukata she'd worn that morning.
In the dead of night, he'd find himself wandering the halls of the mansion, unconsciously making his way to their room. He'd long-since been unable to sleep in that sacred place; her resting place.
It wouldn't do for him to stay there. To defile the memories they had made.
As of late, he'd been worn out, having gone to the Rukon day after day so as to search for Hisana's missing sister. It would have been an easy task to say that he'd tried; to quit before progress had been made; to convince himself that her spirit would never know of his treachery.
But he couldn't do it.
No matter how stiff his muscles grew, nor how weary his mind was, he would find that child. It had been Hisana's plea; her final wish. As she was the woman he had loved and wed, he would gladly lay down his life to fulfill her request.
But it was here, beneath her tree, that he had sworn this a year past.
For her he would search, and remain the man whom she had loved.