[Fanfiction] - Kaien Shiba/Byakuya Kuchiki - Fragments
I like this drabble thing. I really do. This is, I know, a pairing of epic improbability. However, I happen to be utterly charmed by the concept (unlikely as a relationship between these two is). Therefore this was born.
Title: Fragments
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaien Shiba/Byakuya Kuchiki
Wordcount: 297
Warnings: Spoilers in regards to who Kaien is, and his history with Rukia.
Disclaimer: Oh, if they were only mine...
Notes: Written for the queersouls100 prompt 001 'Blue'
Summary: They could not have been more different, yet that did not mean they could not understand one another.
Byakuya is drinking tea when he is informed that Kaien Shiba is dead. Rukia tells him, her voice shaking, her back ramrod straight. He nods, and asks whether she is hurt. She tells him she isn’t, walks away, and he knows she’s been crying ever since.
It’s been five hours and his tea has gone cold.
There are official things to be done. He presumes there will be a ceremony to honour their fallen comrade. He should go and speak to Jyuushiro about Rukia. He should draft official condolences to Kaien’s family. He should…
He’s sure there are things he should be doing.
But he can’t remember them. Because he lost Hisana slowly, in increments. He had time to mourn. He had time to compose himself. He had time to make himself cruel and distant. Kaien has been ripped crudely from his world. Without ceremony, without preparation. Kaien has died in the same infuriatingly meaningless way he lived, has flung everything away for love and for loyalty and for The Heart.
Kaien is gone.
Gone.
‘Yeah, I screwed that one up a bit, didn’t I?’ says a familiar voice in his head. He sees a snatch of mussed dark hair, half a rueful smile.
‘Yes,’ Byakuya replies softly.
‘I’m sorry it was Rukia.’
‘I know.’
‘Pretty stupid of me, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes.’
‘Look after Rukia. Not just because Hisana asked you too. Because she’s beautiful and strong and fierce, and she’ll go far.’
‘I know.’
‘Don’t be obnoxious. Just...‘
The Kaien in his head dissolves, fragments into swirling black blossoms and echoes of laughter.
There is a muted crunch as the tea cup he is holding crumples in his grip.
He picks the blue shards of porcelain out of the palm of his hand without feeling anything.
*
Sooo...thoughts? I really want to write more of these two. I really do. I love the idea, and I think it would be interesting to explore them as a couple. Of course, it's not particularly plausible. However, since when have I ever baulked at lack of plausibility? It's hardly fun if it's easy to justify hot sex between two characters.
Title: Fragments
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kaien Shiba/Byakuya Kuchiki
Wordcount: 297
Warnings: Spoilers in regards to who Kaien is, and his history with Rukia.
Disclaimer: Oh, if they were only mine...
Notes: Written for the queersouls100 prompt 001 'Blue'
Summary: They could not have been more different, yet that did not mean they could not understand one another.
Byakuya is drinking tea when he is informed that Kaien Shiba is dead. Rukia tells him, her voice shaking, her back ramrod straight. He nods, and asks whether she is hurt. She tells him she isn’t, walks away, and he knows she’s been crying ever since.
It’s been five hours and his tea has gone cold.
There are official things to be done. He presumes there will be a ceremony to honour their fallen comrade. He should go and speak to Jyuushiro about Rukia. He should draft official condolences to Kaien’s family. He should…
He’s sure there are things he should be doing.
But he can’t remember them. Because he lost Hisana slowly, in increments. He had time to mourn. He had time to compose himself. He had time to make himself cruel and distant. Kaien has been ripped crudely from his world. Without ceremony, without preparation. Kaien has died in the same infuriatingly meaningless way he lived, has flung everything away for love and for loyalty and for The Heart.
Kaien is gone.
Gone.
‘Yeah, I screwed that one up a bit, didn’t I?’ says a familiar voice in his head. He sees a snatch of mussed dark hair, half a rueful smile.
‘Yes,’ Byakuya replies softly.
‘I’m sorry it was Rukia.’
‘I know.’
‘Pretty stupid of me, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes.’
‘Look after Rukia. Not just because Hisana asked you too. Because she’s beautiful and strong and fierce, and she’ll go far.’
‘I know.’
‘Don’t be obnoxious. Just...‘
The Kaien in his head dissolves, fragments into swirling black blossoms and echoes of laughter.
There is a muted crunch as the tea cup he is holding crumples in his grip.
He picks the blue shards of porcelain out of the palm of his hand without feeling anything.
*
Sooo...thoughts? I really want to write more of these two. I really do. I love the idea, and I think it would be interesting to explore them as a couple. Of course, it's not particularly plausible. However, since when have I ever baulked at lack of plausibility? It's hardly fun if it's easy to justify hot sex between two characters.