A/N: WARNING: Non con and other sensitive themes.
Happy Valentine's Day!
She doesn't know exactly where she is.
He never told her, and she never asked.
She could see the tears flowing down Reiko's face. Her beautiful crystal blues were wide with fear, and Hisana could see the sweat the dripped down her temple.
Don't cry. Anything but that. Please don't cry.
She was the one that did the crying, not Reiko. Her brash, redheaded friend had always been the strong one. She was never afraid to speak her mind, and she oozed confidence and bravery wherever she went.
But seeing her now, broken and scared and on the verge of losing her sanity, Hisana would do anything to tell her friend that everything was going to be okay. That she would be okay.
It hurt. She had never imagined it would hurt this much.
When she had heard the frantic footsteps making their way up the stairs, she had thought that maybe, just maybe, that Daisuke had survived. Maybe he was coming to rescue her?
She knew that it was unlikely, yet she continued to lie to herself.
Perhaps it was she that was losing their sanity?
When Reiko had burst through the door, covered in what she presumed to be Daisuke's blood, the redhead had locked frightened gazes with her. Hisana had watched as her childhood friend's eyes went from fear, to confusion, to complete and utter terror.
"O-oh, god… H-Hisana what are y-you..?"
She lay naked on the bed, her legs spread wide. Her long raven locks fanned out behind her on the white satin sheets. The bed was shaking at a slow paced rhythm, and Hisana could only cry out helplessly as each thrust sent the headboard crashing into the wall behind her.
Exhaustion shown in the petite girl's face, her eyes were half lidded and hazy. Her small whimpers and moans caused Reiko to choke on her tongue, and she scanned her tiny friend's face, her bruised body and the eerie way that the bed seemed to be moving on its own.
None of them had believed her.
Hisana couldn't stop the tears that flowed down her flushed cheeks, and the entity above her leaned down to lap them away from her soft, creamy skin.
Daisuke could see him, but Reiko could not.
The phantom above her suddenly stopped in his assault, and the young girl let out a small whine at the rough way he drew away from her.
"It seems that we have a visitor,"
It's deep, baritone voice made Hisana flinch. Her watery eyes slowly landed onto her redhead friend.
"R-Reiko…please g-go…"
The redhead's eyes were fixed on the air above Hisana. Something was there. Something was there, on top of her friend, violating her. Her eyes roamed her friend's body; her rosy pink nipples, her long, slender legs.
"Reiko…"
Her clothes had been carefully discarded, for the phantom had taken his sweet time in delicately removing them. Drawing out every moment, as if to savor the memory of her lying there, helpless.
The girl let out a pitiful sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and arched off the bed. The angle in which her back bent, seemed unnatural to Reiko, and the redhead cringed away from the sight.
Reiko did not understand what was happening, and she wasn't sure that she really wanted to, but the sudden rage that inflamed her consumed every logical thought.
"I don't know…what the fuck you are," She stared at nothing, "but whatever the hell you are, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!"
She screamed an inhuman sound, the overwhelming urge to protect her friend making her lunge forward.
"NO! REIKO, NO!"
"Scatter."
-o-
She resides here now. In this strange, dark place.
Cherry blossom trees line the deserted clearing, stripped bare of their leaves and beauty. The cherry blossoms lie, dead, on the frozen ground below. There is a freezing chill in the air that brings crispness to the leaves, bejeweled with frost, that crunch underneath her.
The cold does not bother her anymore though, after all, she is dead.
It is usually silent here, apart from the sudden and violent blizzards that appear during random times of the day. Or night. She has lost count on how long she's been here.
It is always night here, the moon above eerily illuminates the snow covered grounds, and sometimes, when she is feeling delighted, she might create something. Snow angels, snow people…
The ebony haired girl leans down to create the sculptures. She brushes away the smooth silk of the kimono she wears, sitting bare-legged in the freezing cold substance. The kimono is the only pop of color in this dreary world. It is a lovely shade of bright pink, with darker pink undertones, complete with a clean, white trim. The elegant kimono is decorated with falling cherry blossoms…
The sword says that there is a way for her to escape.
The mysterious warrior that lurked in this world did not communicate with her much. Their meetings were simple and brief, and he only appeared to ask her how she was feeling, and sometimes to comfort her after his visits.
She could not see his face through his mask, but she could hear the way that his voice had broken during their first meeting.
She had been lying there, naked in the snow. Tears streaming down her face, and shivering violently. The phantom had simply deposited her here after he'd been done with her, turning sharply on his heel, and disappearing in a flash.
The mysteriously clad man had appeared sometime after the phantom's departure. His head had been dipped submissively, and he had appeared to be in pain when he looked at her.
He had simply gathered the frightened girl into his arms and began walking.
"He is a hollow."
Hisana lifted her head weakly, her entire body hurt, and her throat was raw from screaming. She stared up at him with confused, half lidded eyes.
"The hollow has made mention of Kuchiki Byakuya to you, correct?"
She nodded slowly, trying to listen to his words and distract herself from the mind numbing pain between her legs.
"Kuchiki Byakuya," he swallows thickly "was your husband in a past life."
The snow that had been falling gently had now began to pelt away at them, turning into a blizzard.
The man opened his mouth to speak, and he seemed to be searching for the right words to say, filtering himself, as to not upset the world around them.
"I am called Senbonzakura. I am Kuchiki Byakuya's sword."
And that was all her told her at first. He'd taken her to a small cave that sheltered her from the harsh winter, instructing her to 'not let him learn of this place.' He'd told her that he would meet her here if she ever needed to speak with him. She had had many questions, but before she could open her mouth to ask them, he disappeared before her eyes.
Hisana glanced down at the finished snow people. There was one of a boy, and one of a girl.
Hisana smiled weakly, the expression did not meet her eyes.
"Reiko…D-Daisuke."
The misshapen blobs of white stared back at her with dark, pebbled eyes.
"H-how have you two been?"
Silence.
"I-," her voice cracked "I've been good. S-so good…"
She remembered their deaths vividly. And they replayed time and time again, every time she closed her eyes. She could see Daisuke, his body severed into two pieces. She could see Reiko…She could see how the blood had coated the walls…
And she remembered how he, the hollow had stolen her own life with a single, painless, blow.
She remembered how, she woke up here.
"There you are,"
-o-
"He watches you."
Hisana glanced up at Senbonzakura, startled by the sword's sudden appearance.
"W-who does?" she whimpered, looking around in fright at this information.
"Not him," the sword says, having a thought of the who that she was referring to "Kuchiki Byakuya." He has to catch himself from saying the word, husband.
Hisana blushes darkly, and the sword cannot help but admire the petite girl's beauty. Her red checks are full of life, a stark contrast to the barren landscape and death around her.
"This is his inner word. He can always see you." Senbonzakura's eyes flicker away from the ebony haired female, trying to ignore the stabbing pain he feels at her scared expression.
"Do not be frightened. He would never harm you." We would never harm you.
Hisana visibly relaxes at that. She bites her lip, wrapping her arms around herself.
"Why have I never met him? Why hasn't he shown himself to me?"
Senbonzakura stares up at the grey, cloudy sky. All is still at the moment, there is no sign of snow, nor a coming storm.
"This is his world, but currently, he is not in control of it."
"The hollow is," Hisana finishes the sentence for him, she stares blankly out into the dark forest of cherry blossom trees.
"It pains him to see what happens to you here," Senbonzakura murmurs "To see what he does to you, and not be able to stop it."
Your pain is his pain…
The sword turns to the girl, dipping his head respectfully.
"Farewell, Hisana."And he is gone.
As her tears begin to fall, so does the snow from the sky.
-o-
Hisana flinches at the baritone voice, but stays still. She had learned long ago that running only seemed to excite him, so she has decided to at least not give him that pleasure.
"You are never in the same place that I leave you, but I suppose that I must admire that you still have the strength to walk."
Hisana glances down at her snow friends. She looks to them as if they can help her. She supposes that she has always seen her friends as guardians, and she hates herself for it.
My friends are dead because of me. Yet here I am, still wishing for them to help me?
She hates herself for her selfishness, but she simply cannot help it. She is afraid. This has happened to her already so many times, yet she still feels petrified when he finds her. He always sneaks up on her. He sees it as some sort of game. He hunts her, stalks her, and attacks her like a predator with its prey.
He moves forward and Hisana tenses. She curls into herself submissively before her back hits the freezing snow.
His hands rip at her kimono and his body covers hers. She notices, bitterly, that their bodies fit together, like a glove.
Her mind wanders.
The sword says that there is a way for her to escape. He tells her that she is not permanently trapped here, that Byakuya will free her when he gains his strength.
How can he free me, when he himself cannot even escape his own mind?
She finds herself hating this Byakuya. She knows it is wrong, but this world has made her resentful.
She thinks of her friends, the only family she'd ever had. Reiko's tomboyish nature, her boisterous laughter. She thinks of Daisuke's handsome smiles, of his shiny blonde hair.
He had not even spared their souls.
The pace increases, and she can no longer ignore what is happening. Her eyes roll in her head, and breathless cries escape her puffy lips. The movements of wet skin slapping against wet skin are too much for the young girl, and she moans deliriously into the night.
Again she comes undone before him, and the hollow grins cruelly down at her. A type of mocking, knowing smirk, and Hisana hates him for it.
When he is finished, he pulls away from her. He straightens his clothes, leaving her there, sprawled out and bare.
His mouth opens to forms those words, those dreaded words that he always says afterwards.
"Next time, little one."
When he is gone, Hisana rolls over to lie on her side. She does not know how long she's been here, and she does not know how long she will continue to be here.
White flurries fall sadly from the cloudy dark sky, and Hisana wants to close her eyes. Her mind, her body, and her soul are exhausted.
She gives her friends a small smile, noticing their worried expressions.
"Maybe I am a bit crazy after all." She whispers.
She closes her eyes and surrenders to unconsciousness.
The snowy shapes of Reiko and Daisuke stared back at her.
A/N & Explanation: Byakuya's hollow somehow managed to trap Hisana's soul inside Byakuya's inner world. Reminder that an inner hollow is brought about by fear, pain, or some kind of distress so it makes sense for the hollow to do this. Subconsciously, Byakuya is putting Hisana into a place where he will never lose her again. I have this headcannon that if in Ichigo's inner world, it rains when he is distressed, then Byakuya's would be a never ending winter. Ichigo likes the sunlight, so I have concluded that, sense Byakuya seems to be fond of spring, (Cheery blossoms are a symbol of spring as well.) then when in a state of depression, Byakuya's world would be in a winter-like state. Cold and dead. Interesting right?
Please review. I'm very proud of this chapter.
Next up, the epilogue.