Hai, Sensei
Warnings- OOC (Majorly), probably some spoilers
Rating- T
Summary- Byakuya Kuchiki always wanted a young child of his own, but when given the chance, he doesn't take the chance. Nine years after the fact, the other captains decide to kidnap the Ishida and deage him to give the 6th division captain the child he wanted.
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A/N 1- I still don't care that I'm changing some facts.
A/N 2- Really short chapter, especially comparatively, but the length of chapters was getting a bit out of hand for me as I like to keep extending them and if I make them shorter than the ones before, I really make them shorter.
A/N 3- Just Byakuya and Uryu in this one.
A/N 4- There may be a lag in updates as…my computer broke, again. But, I'll do my best to type as much as I can whenever I am given the chance.
A/N 5- Thank you, Guest, I hope so, too
A/N 6- Thank you, Elfen Children, I'll do my best.
A/N 7- Thank you, Anna, they are.
Byakuya ran to his house, tears streaming down his cheeks, child in arms. The tears were happy tears: he finally had what he wanted. The past nine years had passed by so agonizingly slow, he'd almost say they spanned most of his life. They had been torturous, eating away at his soul, chipping at him. He hugged the boy tighter, whispering to him how it was going to be okay, how happy he was, how grateful, and other such things, not wanting to scare the boy off with the depth of his love.
Uryu snuggled closer to the man, keeping a firm grip on the old captain's haori somehow still half wrapped around him. He leaned his head into the crook of the man's neck, feeling the heartbeat with his chest. He closed his eyes, grateful for the warmth he felt and the familiar scent that enveloped him. "Byakuya," he whispered, liking the way the grip on him tightened, giving him more warmth and comfort.
Byakuya smiled gratefully as he reached his destination. He stopped outside the manor, taking a deep breath and pulling the boy back slightly, looking into the large dark blue eyes. "Uryu," he whispered softly, holding the child with one arm, freeing the other hand. With that hand, he gently took a finger and traced the boy's cheek, holding a breath as he gently tried to commit the boy's features to memory.
Uryu laughed softly, pressing himself closer to the man. He nuzzled under the man's neck again, loving the feeling of peace he gained from the curvature of his neck. But, more important to him, the access to the strong calming heartbeat was nearly perfect to him. He pressed his hand to the man's chest, over his heart.
Byakuya smiled as he hugged the boy close, opening the door. "Welcome home, Uryu," he whispered softly, keeping his arms as wrapped around the boy as possible. He slowly walked in, navigating the halls with ease. He wanted to roam the house with his newly adopted child, making it kind of special for them. He couldn't say why, but the manor seemed different now.
Uryu smiled as he playfully reached up and lightly tugged on Byakuya's long hair. "I gotted you," he whispered, nuzzling his head into the underside of the noble's chin. "It's pretty," he mumbled, watching parts of the house go by from the side. It was a limited view, but he loved the paintings and the decorations that fit in with the surrounding walls and themes.
Byakuya smiled and started to hum softly; it was the tune to some long forgotten song. He stopped abruptly, shouting, "No!" It was the tune in his dreams turned nightmares. He stirred the child in his arms some, worrying him with his outburst. 'This is just another nightmare,' he thought to himself, panicking slightly. "No," he whispered softly, hugging the boy more to him. He was devastated; the peace and happiness from the supposed day slipping away from him in the knowledge that it was all a dream. He trembled, crying silently to himself, his heart broken.
Uryu felt warm, wet tears dripping onto him. He looked up at the man, seeing the tear streaks. He moved up, to look in the man's eyes, only to watch the man turn his gaze away from him. "Byakuya?" He whispered, trying to understand what was hurting the man.
Byakuya winced, terrified of looking to see the boy to only see a dying teen. "Don't," he said, trying to regain his composure to enjoy what little time he had left with the boy. "Don't look at me. Don't leave me," he whispered, wanting for the boy to understand he couldn't lose him to his nightmare yet.
Uryu nodded, curling back underneath the man's chin. He didn't know what was going on, but knew that the man needed him to listen. He closed his eyes, breathing in the man's scent. "I won't leave," he whispered softly, knowing that the man wouldn't believe him anyway.
Byakuya ran as quickly as he could to his bedroom, immediately going for his bed. He lay down with the boy closely tucked next to him, willing himself to calm down. "I love you," he whispered for the first time directly toward the boy, having never said it in his dreams, either. He closed his eyes for a moment, before running a hand through the child's hair, willing himself to never wake up.
"Please, don't go…"