Disclaimer: Bleach ain't mine. But if it was, Hisana would still be alive.
To say that he was angry was an understatement.
A massive one.
He had watched over her, herded her, protected her from the dangers of this world and this was what he received? The woman he loved, the woman he adored was utterly terrified of him. After everything he had done, everything he has sacrificed for her, she still could not love him back.
First there was pain, so much of it that the shinigami almost fell to his knees from the shear force of it all. Byakuya gripped his chest, almost shredding the thick fabric of his robes. The agony of heartbreak pierced through his chest, his ribcage and the feeling of ice overcame him. It burned, and his slate grey eyes clenched shut, his hands shaking, his lungs tightening…
Then there was anger.
Fiery hot rage coursed through the captain's veins, and his reiatsu flared violently, causing the earth around him to tremble. Car alarms sounded off in the distance and the nobleman glared hatefully at the world. This pathetic human world…
Senbonzakura is shouting to him again. The sword is telling him to leave, his job here is done. It is not Hisana's fault that she does not remember him.
"Captain!" He shouts, and Byakuya can hear the desperation in his voice.
"You should have known this was going to happen! Leave! Leave now before you do something that you will regret!
The nobleman's reiatsu is still flaring, whipping savagely at the air around him. He begins to feel a burning sensation in his chest- a hollow feeling.
"Captain! Captain, stop! This Hisana is not the one we knew. She does not belong to us! You must cease this behavior and we must return to Soul Society at once!"
Suddenly the feeling is gone. The captain seems to make sense of what his zanpakuto is saying and the world around him comes to a standstill. The death god regains his composure, his face relaxing into his usual calm and aristocratic façade.
However, despite his appearance, the shinigami is not in his right mind. His conscious drifts away, reminiscing the moments of his married life. His wife, his Hisana, the young girl that stolen his heart. He remembers her porcelain skin, her raven hair, those gorgeous amethyst eyes. He remembered her cries when he took her, the way her slender legs would timidly wrap around his waist and how her nails would drag themselves along his back…
His nostrils flared and his reistsu nearly spiked again, but he controlled it.
Byakuya closed his eyes, his signature glare deepened and he took a shallow breath.
He flash stepped towards the direction of Hisana's apartment.
-o-
Despite being back in her own home, Hisana could never let her guard down. She felt as if someone was watching her every movement, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end.
I'm paranoid… She thought as she collected her textbooks and placed them into her bag.
Hisana pulled a thick sweater over her petite frame and stepped outside. The leaves bristled around her, and the whispering tinkle of a nearby wind chime could be heard. The girl rolled her eyes, not wanting to be the victim of a cliché teen horror movie, she started down the path of her drive way.
"When I get a car I won't need to walk to university. That is, if I ever do get one."
She sighed when a burst of wind blew through her hair, loosening her bun and causing long strands to frame her face.
-o-
Hisana entered the lecture hall and sat in the very back just as she always did. The students around her were staring at the speaker unenthusiastically. Some of them were listening to their music devices, while others were simply asleep. Hisana pulled her notebook and pen from her bag and began to copy down notes. It was the same boring routine everyday. Wake up, go to your classes, come home, and don't show yourself until the next day. This, her psychology class, had to be the most boring thing in existence.
Hisana let her mind wonder, her professor's babbling becoming muffled.
The man's eyes were slate grey, and his hair was of medium length. He appeared to be important, judging from his clothes and the way he had stared at her was full of need, want, lust, and maybe even love.
The raven haired girl blushed when she remembered his touches and she tightly shut her legs. Hisana shifted uncomfortably in her seat for a few moments before stilling awkwardly. Her breathing began to heavy and she held her face in her hands.
I didn't see anything… She thought. Reiko said…R-Reiko s-said-
"Are you alright?"
Hisana jumped, startled, and looked around. A few students were staring questionably at her with worried faces, some annoyed.
"Oi,"
She turned to her left where a boy with blond hair and dark grey eyes sat a few seats away.
"I asked if you were alright?" he repeated, a smirk plastering on his face as he took in her confused expression.
"I…"
The boy only shook his head and gathered his things, he moved closer to Hisana, plopping down in the seat next to her.
"I'm fine." she lied, ducking her head nervously at the strange boy's closeness.
"You don't look fine," he whispered, glancing at the professor, who hadn't noticed anything yet. "You had your face in your hands, and you looked like you were about to cry."
"No, I'm fine," Hisana said quickly, waving her hands in dismissal. She had never done to well around boys. Hisana had never had a boyfriend, not to say that no boys had ever tried, it was just that she was socially awkward and often ran away blushing whenever she came into contact with them.
The stranger smiled gently at her, and Hisana could feel the heat rush to her cheeks.
"My name's Daisuke Fumio," he said kindly, reaching out and offering his hand.
Hisana stared at it and ducked her head again, blushing furiously.
Daisuke blinked, and let his hand drop. The blond let out a quiet laugh and opened his textbook. He began to copy down notes from the projection screen with a goofy smile on his face.
The pair went on that way silently for a few moments, Daisuke copying down his notes, and Hisana sitting stiffly, helpless and unsure of what to do.
A while later, he spoke again.
"So, uh…what's your name?"
" Kiyomi H-Hisana."
"Hisana," he said his eyes smiling "That's a nice name."
"T-thank you, Fumio-kun."
"Please," he said, leaning back in his seat with a smirk "Call me Daisuke."
-o-
Reiko had always known that Hisana wasn't the most outgoing girl in the world, but when she had learned of Daisuke, she couldn't help but get excited. Had Hisana finally found Mr. Right? Someone to protect her when Reiko wasn't there to do so herself?
"It's not like that, Reiko…" Hisana murmured shyly as they sat in the Food Center of Karakura University.
"Too fast?" Reiko says jokingly, taking a large bite of her sandwich. "I'm just excited! Hisana, you've never had a boyfriend before, and this guy seems to be really into you!"
Hisana frowns at that, poking at her bowl of rice with her chopsticks.
"Just because he was nice doesn't mean he likes me…"
Reiko rolled her crystal blues, her mouth curving upwards into a smile.
"Hisana, all I'm saying is… don't push this one away. You need to try to make as many connections with people as you can," at that, Reiko's smile became gentle and she reached over to take Hisana's hands, completely dwarfing them.
"And after what happened, Hisa," she whispered "You need someone to protect you. I cannot always be there for you, no matter how much I'd like to."
Hisana bit her lip. What her friend was saying was true. Reiko could not be there 24/7 to protect her all the time.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Hisa. But, please at least try to get to know this guy. You never know unless you try."
Hisana nodded slowly.
"Good," the redhead said "Now, I have to get to my next class. I'll call you later, alright?"
She nodded again.
Reiko smiled and pulled the girl into a tight hug.
"You'll be fine! And if this Daisuke guy turns out to be a creep, I'll kick his ass!"
-o-
The strangest things began to happen after that.
There were times where Hisana would wake up out of breath and she would feel as if there was a menacing presence standing at her bedside.
There were times where she would return home, and the things in her apartment were not as she left them.
There was an incident where she was in the shower, and she would feel someone press against her. It was gentle, so feathery and light that she thought that she had imagined it.
Someone, something was there, toying with her.
And for the first time, Hisana considered that maybe her house was haunted.