The Color of Trust
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Category:
Bleach › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,382
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Bleach or Wheel of Time, no matter how much I’d like to. :D I’ve got nothing on the great minds of Robert Jordan and Tite Kubo, they are entertainment gods. I’ve merely borrowed their ideas and blended them with mine. I own my OC's
Discovery
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Definitions:
A'dam - (lit.) the leash
Taichou - Captain
Atha'an Miere- (lit.) People of the Sea, commonly known as Sea Folk
Shunpo - flash step
Aes Sedai - (lit.) of all, Servant. Women who can channel Saidar and have been trained in the White Tower of Tar Valon. They have passed many tests to earn both a ring and a shawl and are bound by the three oaths. Each Aes Sedai belongs to one of seven Ajahs. Sedai is used as an honorific for all Aes Sedai
Saidar - also known as the One Power, drawn from the True Source that drives the universe. Split into two halves, the female half being Saidar, male half being Sadin.
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Chapter 3 - Discovery
Suiren dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions. What started as a low, keening wail in the back of her throat quickly rose to a blood chilling scream infused with rage and sorrow. Her fist pounded into the earth until Byakuya caught her wrist and turned her around to face him.
The torment he saw in her eyes made his breath catch in his throat.
So many words came to rest on her tongue, unsaid. She wanted to keep screaming, to curse them all for what they had done. She wanted to curse him for not saving Alindrah as well.
Instead she managed a choked “Thank you”.
He nodded silently, his eyes now taking in every detail of this strange woman before him.
Her finely sculpted face was set with high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, a small, slightly upturned nose and framed by dark bangs that stopped just above her thin brows.
Though her ebony tresses had been mussed in the scuffle before, most of her hair remained in place by a variety of golden hair pins, elaborately decorated. Some of her hair was pinned at the back of her head, but the rest fell freely, reaching halfway down her back.
Her clothing was similarly dramatic. Although the top of her dress was quite simple in design, it hugged her figure tightly, emphasizing the curvature of her hips, bust and flat stomach.
Below her hips a skirt fell loosely in several layers, the first one being short and hitting her only at the knees. Underneath it was another skirt that looked as though it originally trailed behind her due to its length. It was not meant for travel clearly and had suffered a great deal of wear and tear.
The dark cloak she wore was finely made as well, though he could not determine the material. The rest of her clothes seemed to be made primarily of silk and satin, but the cloak seemed to fade in and out. It blended into its surroundings and caused his stomach to turn a bit after staring at it for too long.
This woman was dressed as a wealthy noble would be, not as a slave.
Then there was the unusual leash that connected to a collar she wore and the bracelet he had so cruelly removed from Larmika’s wrist. He noticed she was staring at it numbly now and he wondered why she did not remove it from her neck.
As if sensing his thoughts she spoke aloud “I know what you are thinking…why would I leave this Light forsaken a’dam around my throat?”
She looked up at him dully. “I cannot take it off. I do not know how, but even if I did…” her voice trailed off and she rested one hand on the collar. “This…abomination, it prevents me from removing it. I cannot so much as lift the bracelet from the ground. As long as I wear this collar, I am at its mercy.”
She spat out the last words, a spark coming back to her eyes. Byakuya’s eyebrows rose momentarily. Bending down, he lifted the bracelet from the ground and quietly inspected it.
The silence of the night was shattered abruptly by shouts. Suiren flinched “They will kill me, won’t they?”
Byakuya’s head snapped up, his eyes locked onto hers. “I would not allow it. What makes you think they would even try?”
She hugged herself tightly and sighed. “Moghedien said the inhabitants of this world would kill any intruders they found no matter what the circumstances.” That and those bloody stones showed me the possibility of that very future along with many others. It made her shiver to think about those disturbing visions she witness in their travel here.
'She is not far from the truth he thought.' They had certainly made a point of attacking any ryoka that had breached the Seireitei’s defenses before. “It would be for Commander-General Yamamoto to decide, but you were clearly forced to come here. Had you come willingly there is a good chance that you would be imprisoned or put to death.”
At least he is straightforward with me...not bothering to put a shine on the awful truth. As the shouts drew closer she instinctively moved closer to Byakuya, entrusting him with her safety.
“Kuchiki Taichou!” A man with fiery red hair ran towards them, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other waving wildly.
As he drew closer, Suiren could see strange markings across his forehead and down his neck. 'Is that an Atha’an Miere? Here? No…the Sea Folk wouldn’t leave their precious ocean even if you burned every last ship.'
“Taichou!” he said again as he came to a halt in front of them. “I felt your reiatsu spike, are you alright?” Behind him a handful of men ran up, huffing and nearly out of breath.
Byakuya realized he still held his sword drawn, though the blade itself had vanished when he called to it earlier. He summoned it back and the sword reformed from the hilt before he slid it back into its sheath.
“Of course” he replied calmly. “There are ryoka that have broken into the Seireitei…they work for Aizen.”
The red head’s eyes grew wide. “Aizen! What is he up to now? Is she one of them?” he asked, pointing at Suiren who glared back at him.
“I did not come here of my own volition, child of the sands! Those traitorous wretches were going to trade me to that man, whoever he is.”
“Child of the sands…? Wait, trade you? What does Aizen want with you?”
“Renji” Byakuya cut off the other mans questions abruptly. “We will continue this discussion at Squad One headquarters with Yamamoto. Please send the rest of my men back to their dorms, then follow me.”
Renji bowed quickly “Hai!”
Byakuya turned to her “Your name is Suiren, correct?”
She nodded slowly “I have yet to learn yours” she noted.
Bowing his head a fraction, his voice cool and level he introduced himself. “I am Byakuya Kuchiki, 28th head of the noble Kuchiki clan and Captain of Division 6, one of the 13 Court Guard Squads in the Seireitei.”
She nodded again, this time approvingly. “It would be a pleasure to meet you had the circumstances been different” she said sadly.
He agreed with her inwardly, but kept his thoughts to himself. “I will carry you to the Commander-General; I do not think you would care to make the journey on foot.”
Her fair skin reddened slightly on her cheeks as he lifted her off the ground, cradling her in his arms. It was embarrassing to be considered so weak she could not walk, but it was mortifying for her to be held this way by a man.
“I am capable of walking Captain” she said curtly, in hopes of being set back down.
“We will move faster this way” he said, plainly stating what he felt was the obvious.
She heaved a resigned sigh, leaning back into him. “Lets get moving then. I have not been allowed food or sleep since they took me and my body will give out on me eventually if I do not meet its needs.”
Acknowledging her request, he wasted no further time by immediately taking to the rooftops using shunpo.
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A jolt of fear struck Byakuya suddenly as he leapt from building to building, clearing an immense amount of ground in between each jump.
Puzzled, he glanced down at the delicate woman in his arms but he could not see what expression her face may have held.
His eyes skipped over to the bracelet he had slipped through his fingers earlier so that he could carry her. The fear seemed to be coming from the strange band which seemed a preposterous idea.
To test his theory, he squeezed Suiren a little tighter, holding her closer, more securely. The fear lessened and was mixed with a small amount of relief but it did not vanish.
'I see. This…a’dam she called it, it can relay her feelings through to the wearer. She did not mention such a thing, but then, she may not know of it. What other powers does this object have?' Thoughts raced through Byakuya’s mind as they moved closer and closer to their destination.
Suiren shivered slightly, but the crisp night air that caused it. She tried closing her eyes to shut out the world, but she could not forget or ignore how fast they moved and how high. 'This is a physical impossibility! How can any man move this way??'
They came to a sudden stop in front of a massive building that bore the very diamond Suiren had seen on the stones, though this diamond had a single dash in the very middle.
Byakuya set her back on her feet gently, keeping his hand still partway through the bracelet. He looped the extra length of the cord through that hand as well, to keep from dragging it along behind them.
Suiren held herself proudly, determined to look more a queen than a prisoner. When they were finally allowed to walk through the doors, she managed to give the impression that the leash hanging from her collar was merely an accessory and Byakuya should have been honored to carry it.
The Commander-General chuckled softly to himself as they approached his chair. He didn’t appreciate being roused at this hour, but he knew it would be a matter of great importance. He certainly had not expected one of his Captains to bring company, one he assumed was a prisoner, despite her ability to make the noble Captain Kuchiki appear to be a hand servant.
Rubbing the braid of his long white beard thoughtfully, Yamamoto cleared his throat as the two stopped in front of him. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Captain Kuchiki?”
Despite his old age, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryusai commanded great respect among all of the Seireitei. He was the founding father, so to speak. His very presence could easily intimidate those that serve under him and few have been foolish enough to risk his ire.
He could see the woman in front of him recognized his great strength and power, yet she did not flinch. Bravely she stood before him, her emerald eyes unwavering. The only hint of her unease was the tightness in the way she clasped together her hands at her waist.
Byakuya bowed respectfully to him before speaking. “Sir, there has been a disturbance in the Seireitei.”
His gnarled hand began to stroke his beard again. “That much I could deduce Captain” he said dryly. “Is this lovely child the cause of said disturbance?”
Annoyance flickered in Suiren’s eyes for the briefest of moments but she held her tongue. Her training had taught her to use diplomacy in this type of situation and she had every intention to do so.
“Inadvertently, yes. I did not question her yet Sir, I thought it best to bring her straight to you. I can confirm that she did arrive here against her will. The ryoka that brought her claim to work for Aizen.”
Yamamoto visibly straightened himself in his chair and leaned forward. “Aizen…what is that traitorous whelp planning this time?” he mused aloud.
His wizened eyes, mere slits hidden underneath drooping white brows, turned to Suiren. “Young lady, would you care to introduce yourself to me before explaining what you can to me?”
She nodded and offered him a respectful inclination of her head. “Formally, I am Lady Suiren sur Bashere Sedai. Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, Advisor and heir to the throne of Her Illuminated Majesty, Tenobia si Bashere Kazadi, Shield of the North and Sword of the Blightborder, High Seat of House Kazadi, Lady of Shahayni, Asnelle, Kunwar and Ganai.”
She allowed a brief pause before adding “However, I would prefer to go simply by Suiren Sedai.”
The old man startled them both with his low, pleasant laughter. Slapping his knee lightly he smiled at her. “Forgive my rudeness, but that was quite a mouthful, Suiren Sedai. It also explains how regally you hold yourself, so much so that even the great leader of the Kuchiki clan seems to fade ever so slightly in your presence.”
Despite herself, Suiren blushed at the compliment. Byakuya’s eyes tightened a fraction, nothing more.
“Now then” Yamamoto said, rapping his cane on the floor. “Please tell us your story from the very beginning, leave no detail out.” She took in a deep breath and did as he said, going back to what she considered to be the very beginning.
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Chaper 4: Broken Trust - coming soon! Additional character information and links on my Fan Fiction page (see link on profile).
Definitions:
A'dam - (lit.) the leash
Taichou - Captain
Atha'an Miere- (lit.) People of the Sea, commonly known as Sea Folk
Shunpo - flash step
Aes Sedai - (lit.) of all, Servant. Women who can channel Saidar and have been trained in the White Tower of Tar Valon. They have passed many tests to earn both a ring and a shawl and are bound by the three oaths. Each Aes Sedai belongs to one of seven Ajahs. Sedai is used as an honorific for all Aes Sedai
Saidar - also known as the One Power, drawn from the True Source that drives the universe. Split into two halves, the female half being Saidar, male half being Sadin.
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Chapter 3 - Discovery
Suiren dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by a storm of emotions. What started as a low, keening wail in the back of her throat quickly rose to a blood chilling scream infused with rage and sorrow. Her fist pounded into the earth until Byakuya caught her wrist and turned her around to face him.
The torment he saw in her eyes made his breath catch in his throat.
So many words came to rest on her tongue, unsaid. She wanted to keep screaming, to curse them all for what they had done. She wanted to curse him for not saving Alindrah as well.
Instead she managed a choked “Thank you”.
He nodded silently, his eyes now taking in every detail of this strange woman before him.
Her finely sculpted face was set with high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, a small, slightly upturned nose and framed by dark bangs that stopped just above her thin brows.
Though her ebony tresses had been mussed in the scuffle before, most of her hair remained in place by a variety of golden hair pins, elaborately decorated. Some of her hair was pinned at the back of her head, but the rest fell freely, reaching halfway down her back.
Her clothing was similarly dramatic. Although the top of her dress was quite simple in design, it hugged her figure tightly, emphasizing the curvature of her hips, bust and flat stomach.
Below her hips a skirt fell loosely in several layers, the first one being short and hitting her only at the knees. Underneath it was another skirt that looked as though it originally trailed behind her due to its length. It was not meant for travel clearly and had suffered a great deal of wear and tear.
The dark cloak she wore was finely made as well, though he could not determine the material. The rest of her clothes seemed to be made primarily of silk and satin, but the cloak seemed to fade in and out. It blended into its surroundings and caused his stomach to turn a bit after staring at it for too long.
This woman was dressed as a wealthy noble would be, not as a slave.
Then there was the unusual leash that connected to a collar she wore and the bracelet he had so cruelly removed from Larmika’s wrist. He noticed she was staring at it numbly now and he wondered why she did not remove it from her neck.
As if sensing his thoughts she spoke aloud “I know what you are thinking…why would I leave this Light forsaken a’dam around my throat?”
She looked up at him dully. “I cannot take it off. I do not know how, but even if I did…” her voice trailed off and she rested one hand on the collar. “This…abomination, it prevents me from removing it. I cannot so much as lift the bracelet from the ground. As long as I wear this collar, I am at its mercy.”
She spat out the last words, a spark coming back to her eyes. Byakuya’s eyebrows rose momentarily. Bending down, he lifted the bracelet from the ground and quietly inspected it.
The silence of the night was shattered abruptly by shouts. Suiren flinched “They will kill me, won’t they?”
Byakuya’s head snapped up, his eyes locked onto hers. “I would not allow it. What makes you think they would even try?”
She hugged herself tightly and sighed. “Moghedien said the inhabitants of this world would kill any intruders they found no matter what the circumstances.” That and those bloody stones showed me the possibility of that very future along with many others. It made her shiver to think about those disturbing visions she witness in their travel here.
'She is not far from the truth he thought.' They had certainly made a point of attacking any ryoka that had breached the Seireitei’s defenses before. “It would be for Commander-General Yamamoto to decide, but you were clearly forced to come here. Had you come willingly there is a good chance that you would be imprisoned or put to death.”
At least he is straightforward with me...not bothering to put a shine on the awful truth. As the shouts drew closer she instinctively moved closer to Byakuya, entrusting him with her safety.
“Kuchiki Taichou!” A man with fiery red hair ran towards them, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other waving wildly.
As he drew closer, Suiren could see strange markings across his forehead and down his neck. 'Is that an Atha’an Miere? Here? No…the Sea Folk wouldn’t leave their precious ocean even if you burned every last ship.'
“Taichou!” he said again as he came to a halt in front of them. “I felt your reiatsu spike, are you alright?” Behind him a handful of men ran up, huffing and nearly out of breath.
Byakuya realized he still held his sword drawn, though the blade itself had vanished when he called to it earlier. He summoned it back and the sword reformed from the hilt before he slid it back into its sheath.
“Of course” he replied calmly. “There are ryoka that have broken into the Seireitei…they work for Aizen.”
The red head’s eyes grew wide. “Aizen! What is he up to now? Is she one of them?” he asked, pointing at Suiren who glared back at him.
“I did not come here of my own volition, child of the sands! Those traitorous wretches were going to trade me to that man, whoever he is.”
“Child of the sands…? Wait, trade you? What does Aizen want with you?”
“Renji” Byakuya cut off the other mans questions abruptly. “We will continue this discussion at Squad One headquarters with Yamamoto. Please send the rest of my men back to their dorms, then follow me.”
Renji bowed quickly “Hai!”
Byakuya turned to her “Your name is Suiren, correct?”
She nodded slowly “I have yet to learn yours” she noted.
Bowing his head a fraction, his voice cool and level he introduced himself. “I am Byakuya Kuchiki, 28th head of the noble Kuchiki clan and Captain of Division 6, one of the 13 Court Guard Squads in the Seireitei.”
She nodded again, this time approvingly. “It would be a pleasure to meet you had the circumstances been different” she said sadly.
He agreed with her inwardly, but kept his thoughts to himself. “I will carry you to the Commander-General; I do not think you would care to make the journey on foot.”
Her fair skin reddened slightly on her cheeks as he lifted her off the ground, cradling her in his arms. It was embarrassing to be considered so weak she could not walk, but it was mortifying for her to be held this way by a man.
“I am capable of walking Captain” she said curtly, in hopes of being set back down.
“We will move faster this way” he said, plainly stating what he felt was the obvious.
She heaved a resigned sigh, leaning back into him. “Lets get moving then. I have not been allowed food or sleep since they took me and my body will give out on me eventually if I do not meet its needs.”
Acknowledging her request, he wasted no further time by immediately taking to the rooftops using shunpo.
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A jolt of fear struck Byakuya suddenly as he leapt from building to building, clearing an immense amount of ground in between each jump.
Puzzled, he glanced down at the delicate woman in his arms but he could not see what expression her face may have held.
His eyes skipped over to the bracelet he had slipped through his fingers earlier so that he could carry her. The fear seemed to be coming from the strange band which seemed a preposterous idea.
To test his theory, he squeezed Suiren a little tighter, holding her closer, more securely. The fear lessened and was mixed with a small amount of relief but it did not vanish.
'I see. This…a’dam she called it, it can relay her feelings through to the wearer. She did not mention such a thing, but then, she may not know of it. What other powers does this object have?' Thoughts raced through Byakuya’s mind as they moved closer and closer to their destination.
Suiren shivered slightly, but the crisp night air that caused it. She tried closing her eyes to shut out the world, but she could not forget or ignore how fast they moved and how high. 'This is a physical impossibility! How can any man move this way??'
They came to a sudden stop in front of a massive building that bore the very diamond Suiren had seen on the stones, though this diamond had a single dash in the very middle.
Byakuya set her back on her feet gently, keeping his hand still partway through the bracelet. He looped the extra length of the cord through that hand as well, to keep from dragging it along behind them.
Suiren held herself proudly, determined to look more a queen than a prisoner. When they were finally allowed to walk through the doors, she managed to give the impression that the leash hanging from her collar was merely an accessory and Byakuya should have been honored to carry it.
The Commander-General chuckled softly to himself as they approached his chair. He didn’t appreciate being roused at this hour, but he knew it would be a matter of great importance. He certainly had not expected one of his Captains to bring company, one he assumed was a prisoner, despite her ability to make the noble Captain Kuchiki appear to be a hand servant.
Rubbing the braid of his long white beard thoughtfully, Yamamoto cleared his throat as the two stopped in front of him. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Captain Kuchiki?”
Despite his old age, Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryusai commanded great respect among all of the Seireitei. He was the founding father, so to speak. His very presence could easily intimidate those that serve under him and few have been foolish enough to risk his ire.
He could see the woman in front of him recognized his great strength and power, yet she did not flinch. Bravely she stood before him, her emerald eyes unwavering. The only hint of her unease was the tightness in the way she clasped together her hands at her waist.
Byakuya bowed respectfully to him before speaking. “Sir, there has been a disturbance in the Seireitei.”
His gnarled hand began to stroke his beard again. “That much I could deduce Captain” he said dryly. “Is this lovely child the cause of said disturbance?”
Annoyance flickered in Suiren’s eyes for the briefest of moments but she held her tongue. Her training had taught her to use diplomacy in this type of situation and she had every intention to do so.
“Inadvertently, yes. I did not question her yet Sir, I thought it best to bring her straight to you. I can confirm that she did arrive here against her will. The ryoka that brought her claim to work for Aizen.”
Yamamoto visibly straightened himself in his chair and leaned forward. “Aizen…what is that traitorous whelp planning this time?” he mused aloud.
His wizened eyes, mere slits hidden underneath drooping white brows, turned to Suiren. “Young lady, would you care to introduce yourself to me before explaining what you can to me?”
She nodded and offered him a respectful inclination of her head. “Formally, I am Lady Suiren sur Bashere Sedai. Aes Sedai of the Green Ajah, Advisor and heir to the throne of Her Illuminated Majesty, Tenobia si Bashere Kazadi, Shield of the North and Sword of the Blightborder, High Seat of House Kazadi, Lady of Shahayni, Asnelle, Kunwar and Ganai.”
She allowed a brief pause before adding “However, I would prefer to go simply by Suiren Sedai.”
The old man startled them both with his low, pleasant laughter. Slapping his knee lightly he smiled at her. “Forgive my rudeness, but that was quite a mouthful, Suiren Sedai. It also explains how regally you hold yourself, so much so that even the great leader of the Kuchiki clan seems to fade ever so slightly in your presence.”
Despite herself, Suiren blushed at the compliment. Byakuya’s eyes tightened a fraction, nothing more.
“Now then” Yamamoto said, rapping his cane on the floor. “Please tell us your story from the very beginning, leave no detail out.” She took in a deep breath and did as he said, going back to what she considered to be the very beginning.
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Chaper 4: Broken Trust - coming soon! Additional character information and links on my Fan Fiction page (see link on profile).