The Beginning (Rukia/Byakuya~ #12)
Title: The Beginning
Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia/Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: ooc? As usual, because Byakuya-sama hates me.
Theme: 12~Parting ways/meetings for bleach_15
Word Count: 723
“What do you want from me?” Byakuya questioned, his voice a little too tight. He had his eyes closed tight and was lightly pinching his forehead, as if he had a headache. “I’ve given you a home, a name, a title worthy of respect. What else could you possibly want from me?” This time, his voice cracked; only slightly, but Rukia was listening for it. She was paying close attention to his face, his voice, his body language, waiting for a sign that he was… What? Feeling?
“I didn’t ask for any of those things.” Rukia retorted. And she hadn’t. She had been patient, waiting for him to get comfortable with her, to take an actual interest in her. It hadn’t happened, after more than 300 years, he wasn’t going to make any attempt. Others may be perfectly content to be miserable with their unrequited love, but she was not. And she had cornered him, after his third night spent in his private captain’s quarters.
“I don’t want anything.” She spat. “What makes you think I would want to ask for anything from you?” She struggled to retain her self control. It was slipping, but she still held this situation. “This isn’t about wanting anymore, Byakuya-sama.” She whispered, lowering her head. It didn’t matter if he was feeling anymore; she just had to get this out so she could continue on. Anything to get this taste out of her mouth, this weight off of her mind, the aching out of her chest. “I need you.” Her voice was barely audible.
It had grown from the need to prove herself, to the need for companionship, to the need for anything, to the need for him. And the need only grew over the years, never waning, faltering, or dying.
It was far too quiet in here; no noise from the outside at such a late hour, not even a sound of breath from either of the rooms occupants. Byakuya held his breath from the shock, Rukia from the humiliation. “You what?” He asked, feeling the insanity bubbling up in his throat, yet unable to stop it. Rukia’s head snapped up and she stared at him, startled. She had never heard him laugh, and the rusty barks seemed to be tumbling out of him uncontrollably. Her eyes widened again as she realized that his control had slipped and she watched with a frightened stare as his laughter became more fluid, more musical. “You… need… me?” he managed to get out. He seemed to sober up a bit when he noticed Rukia’s concerned gaze and he sat almost quietly for a few minutes, trying to compose himself again.
Rukia watched on, completely baffled, trying to regain the use of her brain so she could say something, anything. Byakuya seemed to finally regain his composure and raised his head to meet her eyes. “You didn’t wait 300 years to tell me that.” It wasn’t a question. Rukia dropped her gaze to the floor and made a jerky nod and Byakuya sighed. “You would…” he muttered, tilting his head to the side. “Well, it doesn’t matter now.” He stated, seeming to have decided on something. Rukia felt her stomach drop, her heart jumped into her throat and her eyes began to sting. She didn’t say a word, just spun on her heel in that graceful way of hers and began to walk out of the room. Before she could even reach the door he was in front of her, looking down into her eyes and she could feel the tremble of her own hands. His face was solemn, but not closed off.
His need had always been there. The first time he had seen her, he had known. But, it had changed quite a bit along the way. She grew from being Hisana’s ghost, to being everything that Hisana had been, and so much more.
“I didn’t dismiss you.” Byakuya stated. He watched her eyes go wide and gave her a soft, reserved smile. “Let’s go home.”
On the walk home they had decided to work things out in the morning. After they arrived they went off to their respective rooms.
No one saw the Kuchiki’s head maid turn towards her quarters. And no one heard a quiet sigh of relief or a muttering of “It’s about time.”
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Author: Evergrnterrace
Characters/Pairing: Kuchiki Rukia/Kuchiki Byakuya
Rating/Warnings: ooc? As usual, because Byakuya-sama hates me.
Theme: 12~Parting ways/meetings for bleach_15
Word Count: 723
“What do you want from me?” Byakuya questioned, his voice a little too tight. He had his eyes closed tight and was lightly pinching his forehead, as if he had a headache. “I’ve given you a home, a name, a title worthy of respect. What else could you possibly want from me?” This time, his voice cracked; only slightly, but Rukia was listening for it. She was paying close attention to his face, his voice, his body language, waiting for a sign that he was… What? Feeling?
“I didn’t ask for any of those things.” Rukia retorted. And she hadn’t. She had been patient, waiting for him to get comfortable with her, to take an actual interest in her. It hadn’t happened, after more than 300 years, he wasn’t going to make any attempt. Others may be perfectly content to be miserable with their unrequited love, but she was not. And she had cornered him, after his third night spent in his private captain’s quarters.
“I don’t want anything.” She spat. “What makes you think I would want to ask for anything from you?” She struggled to retain her self control. It was slipping, but she still held this situation. “This isn’t about wanting anymore, Byakuya-sama.” She whispered, lowering her head. It didn’t matter if he was feeling anymore; she just had to get this out so she could continue on. Anything to get this taste out of her mouth, this weight off of her mind, the aching out of her chest. “I need you.” Her voice was barely audible.
It had grown from the need to prove herself, to the need for companionship, to the need for anything, to the need for him. And the need only grew over the years, never waning, faltering, or dying.
It was far too quiet in here; no noise from the outside at such a late hour, not even a sound of breath from either of the rooms occupants. Byakuya held his breath from the shock, Rukia from the humiliation. “You what?” He asked, feeling the insanity bubbling up in his throat, yet unable to stop it. Rukia’s head snapped up and she stared at him, startled. She had never heard him laugh, and the rusty barks seemed to be tumbling out of him uncontrollably. Her eyes widened again as she realized that his control had slipped and she watched with a frightened stare as his laughter became more fluid, more musical. “You… need… me?” he managed to get out. He seemed to sober up a bit when he noticed Rukia’s concerned gaze and he sat almost quietly for a few minutes, trying to compose himself again.
Rukia watched on, completely baffled, trying to regain the use of her brain so she could say something, anything. Byakuya seemed to finally regain his composure and raised his head to meet her eyes. “You didn’t wait 300 years to tell me that.” It wasn’t a question. Rukia dropped her gaze to the floor and made a jerky nod and Byakuya sighed. “You would…” he muttered, tilting his head to the side. “Well, it doesn’t matter now.” He stated, seeming to have decided on something. Rukia felt her stomach drop, her heart jumped into her throat and her eyes began to sting. She didn’t say a word, just spun on her heel in that graceful way of hers and began to walk out of the room. Before she could even reach the door he was in front of her, looking down into her eyes and she could feel the tremble of her own hands. His face was solemn, but not closed off.
His need had always been there. The first time he had seen her, he had known. But, it had changed quite a bit along the way. She grew from being Hisana’s ghost, to being everything that Hisana had been, and so much more.
“I didn’t dismiss you.” Byakuya stated. He watched her eyes go wide and gave her a soft, reserved smile. “Let’s go home.”
On the walk home they had decided to work things out in the morning. After they arrived they went off to their respective rooms.
No one saw the Kuchiki’s head maid turn towards her quarters. And no one heard a quiet sigh of relief or a muttering of “It’s about time.”
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