The Seasons of Life
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Adult +
Chapters:
3
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Speak The Silence
Fandom: Bleach
Title: Speak The Silence
Author: Sophia
Theme: No 26 - Gone
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/ Kuchiki Hisana (rather one-sided)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Bleach is not my own creation, I do not own any of its characters as well. Written for pleasure, not for profit.
Music: "I’m Your Man" by Leonard Cohen
Summary: The second episode of battle between feelings and duty (giri to ninjô) – is this love or just the reflection of it in the eyes of your own imagination?
SPEAK THE SILENCE
It is difficult to say why they have met at all. It is even more problematic to find a reason why he had chosen her, or why he gave her his heart and soul. Might have been that the shiro-maku suited her delicate, slender figure and that she was a perfect candidate for a quite, fragile beauty of an ideal Japanese wife, the silent and modest and obedient follower of her husband’s footsteps, one of the Yamato nadeshiko, a sweet, gentle carnation of Japan.
But it is equally possible that, to him, she resembled a wild rose, both enthralling and mercilessly tossed by the gusts of wind, constantly and tirelessly battling to survive. Simple and pure as nature, she was a breath of fresh air, a shade to hide in during a torrid day, a cup of water for the thirsty, a blissful sleep for the tired and the convalescence for the suffering.
This was his second attempt on finding someone to share his life with and from the moment he saw this nadeshiko of his dreams among the dusty, dangerous streets of Rukongai, his mind was made up on making her his own, on protecting her from all the evil the world might bring and giving her all the riches he was entitled to. She will breathe life into this empty, cold house, he thought and asked her hand in marriage.
“I am not worthy such honour, Kuchiki-sama”, she replied, lowering her gaze, bowing her shapely head slightly. Notwithstanding, he insisted.
“Don’t you have any feelings for me, Hisana-san?”, Byakuya asked, trying to sound as teasingly as possible and suppressing the arising fear of rejection at the same time. He hid the unpleasant emotion behind the kind, warm smile (of which they said it was charming). Finally, she looked him in the eyes and smiled as well, replying that yes, she would marry him, if he’s certain that it shall make him happy.
Oh, it made him happy beyond words. And so Byakuya took his divine bride-to-be, showered her with diamonds, golden hair combs, breath-taking silk kimonos, beautiful flowers and his own adoration. He married her despite of his family’s objections. In her shiro-maku she looked stunning, almost like a dream or a princess from Heian era.
“I will give you the world – all you have to do is say a word, my love”, he told her once and she rewarded him with her most tender smile, touching his hand gently, and said the all the world she needed was right there beside her.
Each time he took her small, slender frame in his arms he felt like to luckiest man in the entire universe, being able to worship her silent beauty, her small hands and feet, silky hair, rosy lips and small shapely breasts with his kisses and touches... She always slept curled up next to him, always within reach but in a small distance, but he didn’t mind: instead, he kept sending silent thanksgivings to the unknown gods, grateful for her presence and friendship. For letting him love her.
"If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man"
Sometimes she insisted on being alone and left the residence for a few hours every two days. At first he felt confused and anxious and insisted on accompanying her, especially when he had discovered where the roads led her. But Hisana only shook her head gently and refused, explaining that finding the sister she’d abandoned in the past was her burden and not his.
Gradually, she became more and more concentrated on her search for her little sister – Rukia was the girl’s name, Hisana told him – and the more time she spent in Rukongai, the less of her attention he’d get, the less warmth she kept for him and him only. However, he was still grateful for having her by his side. He tried to be as understanding as he could – he knew what loneliness and pain was, after all.
"Here I stand
I’m your man"
Or so he thought.
It was not long before faith played cruelly with him and his heart. Hisana fell ill and got weaker and weaker every day, life and joy literally evaporating from her, her smile vanishing like a morning dew, as if it never existed.
One day, when he woke up just as the sun was rising, he saw that there was no one beside him: Hisana’s half of the bed was empty and cold, her clothes missing, her geta not neatly placed on the floor... And even though she eventually came back in the evening, and even though she gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss, he already knew what hasn’t been said, although he did not have courage to verbalise the thoughts hunting him.
His dreams were empty, dying at his feet like crumpled, dried leaves.
"Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Oh I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your man"
_____________________
EXPLANATORY NOTES
Nadeshiko – a carnation
Shiro-maku – a traditional wedding kimono (literally: “pure whiteness”)
Geta – wooden sandals (like the ones Urahara usually wears)
Title: Speak The Silence
Author: Sophia
Theme: No 26 - Gone
Pairing: Kuchiki Byakuya/ Kuchiki Hisana (rather one-sided)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Bleach is not my own creation, I do not own any of its characters as well. Written for pleasure, not for profit.
Music: "I’m Your Man" by Leonard Cohen
Summary: The second episode of battle between feelings and duty (giri to ninjô) – is this love or just the reflection of it in the eyes of your own imagination?
SPEAK THE SILENCE
It is difficult to say why they have met at all. It is even more problematic to find a reason why he had chosen her, or why he gave her his heart and soul. Might have been that the shiro-maku suited her delicate, slender figure and that she was a perfect candidate for a quite, fragile beauty of an ideal Japanese wife, the silent and modest and obedient follower of her husband’s footsteps, one of the Yamato nadeshiko, a sweet, gentle carnation of Japan.
But it is equally possible that, to him, she resembled a wild rose, both enthralling and mercilessly tossed by the gusts of wind, constantly and tirelessly battling to survive. Simple and pure as nature, she was a breath of fresh air, a shade to hide in during a torrid day, a cup of water for the thirsty, a blissful sleep for the tired and the convalescence for the suffering.
This was his second attempt on finding someone to share his life with and from the moment he saw this nadeshiko of his dreams among the dusty, dangerous streets of Rukongai, his mind was made up on making her his own, on protecting her from all the evil the world might bring and giving her all the riches he was entitled to. She will breathe life into this empty, cold house, he thought and asked her hand in marriage.
“I am not worthy such honour, Kuchiki-sama”, she replied, lowering her gaze, bowing her shapely head slightly. Notwithstanding, he insisted.
“Don’t you have any feelings for me, Hisana-san?”, Byakuya asked, trying to sound as teasingly as possible and suppressing the arising fear of rejection at the same time. He hid the unpleasant emotion behind the kind, warm smile (of which they said it was charming). Finally, she looked him in the eyes and smiled as well, replying that yes, she would marry him, if he’s certain that it shall make him happy.
Oh, it made him happy beyond words. And so Byakuya took his divine bride-to-be, showered her with diamonds, golden hair combs, breath-taking silk kimonos, beautiful flowers and his own adoration. He married her despite of his family’s objections. In her shiro-maku she looked stunning, almost like a dream or a princess from Heian era.
“I will give you the world – all you have to do is say a word, my love”, he told her once and she rewarded him with her most tender smile, touching his hand gently, and said the all the world she needed was right there beside her.
Each time he took her small, slender frame in his arms he felt like to luckiest man in the entire universe, being able to worship her silent beauty, her small hands and feet, silky hair, rosy lips and small shapely breasts with his kisses and touches... She always slept curled up next to him, always within reach but in a small distance, but he didn’t mind: instead, he kept sending silent thanksgivings to the unknown gods, grateful for her presence and friendship. For letting him love her.
"If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I’m your man"
Sometimes she insisted on being alone and left the residence for a few hours every two days. At first he felt confused and anxious and insisted on accompanying her, especially when he had discovered where the roads led her. But Hisana only shook her head gently and refused, explaining that finding the sister she’d abandoned in the past was her burden and not his.
Gradually, she became more and more concentrated on her search for her little sister – Rukia was the girl’s name, Hisana told him – and the more time she spent in Rukongai, the less of her attention he’d get, the less warmth she kept for him and him only. However, he was still grateful for having her by his side. He tried to be as understanding as he could – he knew what loneliness and pain was, after all.
"Here I stand
I’m your man"
Or so he thought.
It was not long before faith played cruelly with him and his heart. Hisana fell ill and got weaker and weaker every day, life and joy literally evaporating from her, her smile vanishing like a morning dew, as if it never existed.
One day, when he woke up just as the sun was rising, he saw that there was no one beside him: Hisana’s half of the bed was empty and cold, her clothes missing, her geta not neatly placed on the floor... And even though she eventually came back in the evening, and even though she gave him a reassuring smile and a kiss, he already knew what hasn’t been said, although he did not have courage to verbalise the thoughts hunting him.
His dreams were empty, dying at his feet like crumpled, dried leaves.
"Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Oh I’d crawl to you baby
And I’d fall at your feet
And I’d howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I’d claw at your heart
And I’d tear at your sheet
I’d say please, please
I’m your man"
_____________________
EXPLANATORY NOTES
Nadeshiko – a carnation
Shiro-maku – a traditional wedding kimono (literally: “pure whiteness”)
Geta – wooden sandals (like the ones Urahara usually wears)