For Hisana
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sinful_lynxTitle: Accomplishment
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Hisana
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: Um... none.
Author Notes: Daddy asked about Hisana and Momma couldn't resist coming up with another drabble for the two of them.
Summary: This is for her.
Disclaimer: Donness Icons owns it! look them up, awesomeness.
"Begin."
His heart calms, gaze is confident, staring upon the captains there to witness his feat today. His grandfather is among them, a strange glint in his eye, but he does not let that distract him. Senbonzakura is a stubborn zanpakutou. If his attention wavers from her at least a tiny bit, she could refuse to allow him what he trained over ten years for.
"Bankai. Senbonzakura.... Kageyoshi." His blade, pointed down, slips from his grasp and disappears into the stone arena of the eleventh division.
He doesn't look, focusing on the humming in his head at her excitement. She seems just as ready as he is to prove that their pride can be set aside and they can rip asunder the records of his family, prove that no one in the past, nor the future of the Kuchiki family can surpass their combined strength.
A tingle runs up his spine at a rippling laughter, sweet and deadly. "Scatter, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."
The blades shatter, fluttering pink dancing like elegant cherry blossoms, a sight that always made her happy to watch, even when he failed to control it properly.
Slowly, he reaches out, taking aim at the various equipment in the practice field. She won't give him complete control yet; she longs to test him, to see how much he can take before she submits to his will, but on cue, those dancing petals sweep forward, shining brightly in the light of the sun. His other hand lifts, daring to break away from her for a moment to complete a better demonstration. "Hadou thirty-three. Soukatsui."
Even she was surprised by the strength he managed to dispatch the group of practice dummies to his left, rubble and wood and straw dusting the air.
She dares to break his concentration, but his resolve is firm, returning to his concentration as the blades sweep back towards him, fingers curling and breaking the straight arrow path she had elected to take and are averted around him, swirling to dance around his spectators on his will alone.
Hisana believed in him. Hisana's wish was to protect Rukia. The only way he can keep her promise is if he becomes a captain. Only a captain can guarantee the safety that Rukia requires. For Hisana, he's willing to do anything. If he had to, he would have competed indiscriminately with any of the captains, as long as he attained this goal, this dream.
She's not here to see it and his heart aches, but when he prays to her tonight, he'll mention that he is now, not only a captain, but he can fulfill his promise to the furthest extremes.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Hisana
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: Um... none.
Author Notes: Daddy asked about Hisana and Momma couldn't resist coming up with another drabble for the two of them.
Summary: This is for her.
Disclaimer: Donness Icons owns it! look them up, awesomeness.
"Begin."
His heart calms, gaze is confident, staring upon the captains there to witness his feat today. His grandfather is among them, a strange glint in his eye, but he does not let that distract him. Senbonzakura is a stubborn zanpakutou. If his attention wavers from her at least a tiny bit, she could refuse to allow him what he trained over ten years for.
"Bankai. Senbonzakura.... Kageyoshi." His blade, pointed down, slips from his grasp and disappears into the stone arena of the eleventh division.
He doesn't look, focusing on the humming in his head at her excitement. She seems just as ready as he is to prove that their pride can be set aside and they can rip asunder the records of his family, prove that no one in the past, nor the future of the Kuchiki family can surpass their combined strength.
A tingle runs up his spine at a rippling laughter, sweet and deadly. "Scatter, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."
The blades shatter, fluttering pink dancing like elegant cherry blossoms, a sight that always made her happy to watch, even when he failed to control it properly.
Slowly, he reaches out, taking aim at the various equipment in the practice field. She won't give him complete control yet; she longs to test him, to see how much he can take before she submits to his will, but on cue, those dancing petals sweep forward, shining brightly in the light of the sun. His other hand lifts, daring to break away from her for a moment to complete a better demonstration. "Hadou thirty-three. Soukatsui."
Even she was surprised by the strength he managed to dispatch the group of practice dummies to his left, rubble and wood and straw dusting the air.
She dares to break his concentration, but his resolve is firm, returning to his concentration as the blades sweep back towards him, fingers curling and breaking the straight arrow path she had elected to take and are averted around him, swirling to dance around his spectators on his will alone.
Hisana believed in him. Hisana's wish was to protect Rukia. The only way he can keep her promise is if he becomes a captain. Only a captain can guarantee the safety that Rukia requires. For Hisana, he's willing to do anything. If he had to, he would have competed indiscriminately with any of the captains, as long as he attained this goal, this dream.
She's not here to see it and his heart aches, but when he prays to her tonight, he'll mention that he is now, not only a captain, but he can fulfill his promise to the furthest extremes.
