[Building From The Ashes] II. Search Incessantly
[Characters]: Kuchiki Rukia and Unohana Retsu. Mentions of Byakuya, Hanatarou, Renji and Rikichi.
[Summary]: Rukia searches Unohana-taichou through the wounded and the dead.
[Word Count]: 455
[Finished]: 05.July.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Contents/Warnings]: AU | Mild Violent Imagery
[Rating]: PG-13
[Notes]: ByaRen AU, where the war with Aizen has just finished. How to deal with the rebuilt of Soul Society and life after such a devastating war. (mpreg in the future) Still very generic.
I. Mind Sight Sound
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Rukia ran.
Like she had for Kaien-dono.
Like she would for Renji.
Like she did for Ichigo.
She ran, absurdly fast. At shunpo speed, that she had never attained before.
Aimlessly through the mayhem and the blood, the bodies and the pieces, the wounded and the dead...
In a frenzied search of Unohana-taichou. Against time and nausea. Trying not to look too closely at the friends and foes lying scattered in the immense sanguine sea on the monochromatic scenery.
***
She kept the fields around her a blur, only focussing when she thought she’d seen Unohana-taichou, but the healer was proving difficult to find. And the blurring no longer kept the faces from her eyes. And her imagination ran wild.
Twice did Rukia thought she had found the captain and twice had she looked intently at a laying body, only to see what she did not want: her fellow Shinigami suffering; her friends dead.
And still Unohana-taichou was a lost white point in the vast red expanse, against a black sky. Her zanpakutou released form - Minazuki - did pass over Rukia, but it was without the captain. Just carrying the wounded to the campaign hospital, set inside the halls of the Las Noches Palace, taken victoriously, from Aizen. Or the dead, to assemble and later take back to Soul Society.
***
“Unohana-taichou!” Rukia ran and fell beside the 4th Division captain in relief. She had found her. Her black uniform soaking darker with the blood off the ground.
“Unohana-taichou! My brother... Please, he needs... Hanatarou-kun can’t for much longer... He’s...” The words jumbled at her throat and choked her.
“Breathe, Kuchiki Rukia!”Unohana demanded.
Rukia breathed.
“Now from the start.” The healer prompted, without taking her eyes and hands from what she was doing.
Rukia refused to look and acknowledge the red form the captain was tending to - breathing his lasts breaths, from the sound of its ragged intake of air - as she explained Byakuya-niisama’s injuries and Hanatarou-kun’s treatments.
“I believe I’m not needed there. Hanatarou-kun has done all he could. It is up to Kuchiki-taichou now,” Unohana-taichou replied.
“But...” Rukia tried to express the utter importance and the urgency. But the words... just... wouldn’t...
“I cannot leave here. I’m all that stands between the life and death of Abarai-fukutaichou...”
And then, Rukia looked and acknowledged the body Unohana-taichou was tending to.
Renji.
Bloodied red hair; torn flesh in his arms and torso; legs at a weird angle from the rest of his body; ragged and very shallow breathing. And still he cradled the mangled body of Rikichi under his own. His left arm protectively around the body of his most devoted fan, his right one outstretched and trying to reach the hilt of, a broken to shards, Zabimaru.
July2009©MarinLiliz
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Next: III. Battleground - Anguished aftermath of a deadly battle.
[Summary]: Rukia searches Unohana-taichou through the wounded and the dead.
[Word Count]: 455
[Finished]: 05.July.2009
[Beta]: not beta-read
[Contents/Warnings]: AU | Mild Violent Imagery
[Rating]: PG-13
[Notes]: ByaRen AU, where the war with Aizen has just finished. How to deal with the rebuilt of Soul Society and life after such a devastating war. (mpreg in the future) Still very generic.
I. Mind Sight Sound
Disclaimer: Do not own Bleach and will not make a profit out of this fic. All characters © Kubo Tite
Rukia ran.
Like she had for Kaien-dono.
Like she would for Renji.
Like she did for Ichigo.
She ran, absurdly fast. At shunpo speed, that she had never attained before.
Aimlessly through the mayhem and the blood, the bodies and the pieces, the wounded and the dead...
In a frenzied search of Unohana-taichou. Against time and nausea. Trying not to look too closely at the friends and foes lying scattered in the immense sanguine sea on the monochromatic scenery.
***
She kept the fields around her a blur, only focussing when she thought she’d seen Unohana-taichou, but the healer was proving difficult to find. And the blurring no longer kept the faces from her eyes. And her imagination ran wild.
Twice did Rukia thought she had found the captain and twice had she looked intently at a laying body, only to see what she did not want: her fellow Shinigami suffering; her friends dead.
And still Unohana-taichou was a lost white point in the vast red expanse, against a black sky. Her zanpakutou released form - Minazuki - did pass over Rukia, but it was without the captain. Just carrying the wounded to the campaign hospital, set inside the halls of the Las Noches Palace, taken victoriously, from Aizen. Or the dead, to assemble and later take back to Soul Society.
***
“Unohana-taichou!” Rukia ran and fell beside the 4th Division captain in relief. She had found her. Her black uniform soaking darker with the blood off the ground.
“Unohana-taichou! My brother... Please, he needs... Hanatarou-kun can’t for much longer... He’s...” The words jumbled at her throat and choked her.
“Breathe, Kuchiki Rukia!”Unohana demanded.
Rukia breathed.
“Now from the start.” The healer prompted, without taking her eyes and hands from what she was doing.
Rukia refused to look and acknowledge the red form the captain was tending to - breathing his lasts breaths, from the sound of its ragged intake of air - as she explained Byakuya-niisama’s injuries and Hanatarou-kun’s treatments.
“I believe I’m not needed there. Hanatarou-kun has done all he could. It is up to Kuchiki-taichou now,” Unohana-taichou replied.
“But...” Rukia tried to express the utter importance and the urgency. But the words... just... wouldn’t...
“I cannot leave here. I’m all that stands between the life and death of Abarai-fukutaichou...”
And then, Rukia looked and acknowledged the body Unohana-taichou was tending to.
Renji.
Bloodied red hair; torn flesh in his arms and torso; legs at a weird angle from the rest of his body; ragged and very shallow breathing. And still he cradled the mangled body of Rikichi under his own. His left arm protectively around the body of his most devoted fan, his right one outstretched and trying to reach the hilt of, a broken to shards, Zabimaru.
July2009©MarinLiliz
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Next: III. Battleground - Anguished aftermath of a deadly battle.