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moonsheenSo. Bleach 179, in a word:
AWWWWWWWW.
And now, in a few more, a ficbit:
It was early autumn of the first year and it had rained for days. The river through the city had flowed to the brink, wetting the white stones of its borders. Those who passed on the footbridges took damper steps. There’d been sun that day, however, and the young lord was writing by it in his study the hour the panting servant came to tell him his wife had jumped into the pond.
“I see,” he said. His sleeve tipped the ink over in his departure.
When he found her she was floating on her back in the garden. His reflection fell across her and she looked up. She blinked once, then again. “My lord,” she said, surprised.
She’d taken care to strip out of her heavier garments, though modesty had left her white under kimono, which billowed about around her arms and legs. This behavior was strange to him and, partly irritated but mostly terribly perplexed, he asked her: “What are you doing?”
“It was warm,” she answered, paddling herself upright. Her eyes were on his feet, which rested on the water’s surface. “It looked nice.”
It was later, with her wet clothes leaving patterns over the stone pathway, her ankles bare and shining and the servants watching, that she realized the commotion she had caused.
“Is this what they do in the alley,” commented the young lord, dryly. Her hand was placed in his; a firm, careful guidance up the steps.
“Yes,” she said and then, pausing to gather some of the sopping cloth up at the knee, amended: “Sometimes—I—my lord, I am sorry.”
“Hm.” He waited for her foot to find purchase on the next step up.
Upon his return to his study, Byakuya ordered the mess he found on his desk cleaned up immediately. However he had left too briskly, and had realized it too late. The ink had already had time to settle into the grain. The outline of the stain would remain for years to come.
AWWWWWWWW.
And now, in a few more, a ficbit:
It was early autumn of the first year and it had rained for days. The river through the city had flowed to the brink, wetting the white stones of its borders. Those who passed on the footbridges took damper steps. There’d been sun that day, however, and the young lord was writing by it in his study the hour the panting servant came to tell him his wife had jumped into the pond.
“I see,” he said. His sleeve tipped the ink over in his departure.
When he found her she was floating on her back in the garden. His reflection fell across her and she looked up. She blinked once, then again. “My lord,” she said, surprised.
She’d taken care to strip out of her heavier garments, though modesty had left her white under kimono, which billowed about around her arms and legs. This behavior was strange to him and, partly irritated but mostly terribly perplexed, he asked her: “What are you doing?”
“It was warm,” she answered, paddling herself upright. Her eyes were on his feet, which rested on the water’s surface. “It looked nice.”
It was later, with her wet clothes leaving patterns over the stone pathway, her ankles bare and shining and the servants watching, that she realized the commotion she had caused.
“Is this what they do in the alley,” commented the young lord, dryly. Her hand was placed in his; a firm, careful guidance up the steps.
“Yes,” she said and then, pausing to gather some of the sopping cloth up at the knee, amended: “Sometimes—I—my lord, I am sorry.”
“Hm.” He waited for her foot to find purchase on the next step up.
Upon his return to his study, Byakuya ordered the mess he found on his desk cleaned up immediately. However he had left too briskly, and had realized it too late. The ink had already had time to settle into the grain. The outline of the stain would remain for years to come.
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Date: 2005-05-19 05:39 am (UTC)I still can't believe he was married oh God
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Date: 2005-05-19 06:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-19 06:09 am (UTC)Also, it seems sort of weird that Rukia has not mentioned Hisana at all. I suppose it's possible she was too young to remember, but still...
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Date: 2005-05-19 06:31 am (UTC)Well. She seems extremely young in the flashbacks. Younger the Yachiru in the Zaraki!flashbacks even, so I guess it's sort of understandable she doesn't remember a thing. What I find neat is that she knew all along Byakuya had had a wife that she resembled though. And had been going on the assumption(like everyone else) that was the sole reason for her adoption.