Requested by Nadie- thank you
Byakuya x Hisana
Between
He had spent his whole life watching storm-clouds. They appeared to always be on the horizon, waiting to break over him. He had struggled to sleep without Senbonzakura's hilt sticking out from underneath his pillow, where he could reach it. He had done it since he had first felt the incarnation in his hands, but when Hisana came to lie beside him she had said that it made her feel nervous; had said, what are you so afraid of?
Why are you afraid?
He didn't know: he still didn't know, but there was the faintest traces of wind stirring the loose strands of his hair. Those clouds were darkening, and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears sounded like the drum of lashing rain.
Why are you afraid, love?
He could see those broiling, boiling clouds and he could see the threat, too. Hisana was drifting away from him, every day was slipping a little more out of his reach. She was looking thinner, more tired. Now it was she who struggled to sleep, and he who watched over her until exhaustion made her drop off. He would brush her hair from her face and whisper in the dark words never to be said out loud.
What are you so afraid of?
She would stir, and he would withdraw his hand, because gone were the days when such tenderness was commonplace between them.
She would sigh the name of a girl that he had never met, and some nights would cry.
All he had ever known, since he was old enough to understand such things, was that between the beginning and the ending, all you could guarantee was that there was going to be the good with the bad.
That between the here and the then, there would be storms.