Dedication for Lisa's Mom
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sinful_lynxTitle: Death and Loss
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death
Author Note: This was not what I originally intended it to be. xD; Oh well. I guess it turned out all right.
Summary: Byakuya is no stranger to loss and death.
Disclaimer: I found the icon somewhere and I definitely do not own Bleach.
Dedication: Losing someone's hard, even if you don't know them well. This is for a woman who probably know's nothing about anime, but I still wish for you to rest in peace.
Byakuya is no stranger to loss and death.
He's seen comrades fall, crushed by overconfidence and underestimating. He's seen blood baths and been splattered with blood, sometimes his own, sometimes a teammates, always a Hollow's. He's forced death and rebirth on many souls as he slowly worked his way up the ranks over the course of fifty years. He's been the savior to many and known many failures as well. He's seen souls devoured because of powerlessness and been saved more times than he cares to count.
He lost his parents, long before he gained this title, in battle. They themselves were worthy adversaries, but death is particular. It chooses its victims in its own way and even though Byakuya knows the scent of death, knows many ways to avoid it and to save others from it, he cannot ultimately deter death when it has wrapped its claws around someone.
For all the death he has seen, for all the riches he has, for all the power he's gained, he is still not prepared for this day, this day that is heavy with the stench of death, this day that fills him with a familiar dread. He knows there is nothing he can do. Death is truly their master and, as such, they must obey it.
He is determined to deter her mind. He wants her to have pleasant thoughts, to be happy when she goes. He may not be able to spare her, he may have accepted this as inevitability, but that doesn't mean Death will be allowed to ruin what little happiness is left in his life. He tries to point out the plum blossoms, her favorite, finally blooming this spring. He asks her not to speak--the subject seems to be an unhappy one and her eyes are glistening with tears.
But she presses on, tells him things he doesn't want to hear because it's breaking. His acceptance is shattering. His respect for the natural order is quaking. He doesn't want to know about this sister that they could find together if he had just a bit more time. He doesn't want to know her regrets because he wants to be able to fix them. If only he had just a little bit more time...!
"I'm sorry I couldn't show you the love that you gave me..."
That is the one thing that sticks in his mind as he holds her hand, even after he knows death has taken her away from him, her hand cold against his warm flesh. He is still breathing, his blood is still flowing and all that she had has finally stopped. The moment she slipped away, he cradled her outstretched hand, bowed his head in respect.
The worst part about it... he just can't seem to let go of her hand, even at the insistence of his grandfather. This light, this happiness. He doesn't want it stripped away. Not by the servants hands and not by Death...
Byakuya is no stranger to death, but he is not immune to loss.
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Byakuya/Hisana
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death
Author Note: This was not what I originally intended it to be. xD; Oh well. I guess it turned out all right.
Summary: Byakuya is no stranger to loss and death.
Disclaimer: I found the icon somewhere and I definitely do not own Bleach.
Dedication: Losing someone's hard, even if you don't know them well. This is for a woman who probably know's nothing about anime, but I still wish for you to rest in peace.
Byakuya is no stranger to loss and death.
He's seen comrades fall, crushed by overconfidence and underestimating. He's seen blood baths and been splattered with blood, sometimes his own, sometimes a teammates, always a Hollow's. He's forced death and rebirth on many souls as he slowly worked his way up the ranks over the course of fifty years. He's been the savior to many and known many failures as well. He's seen souls devoured because of powerlessness and been saved more times than he cares to count.
He lost his parents, long before he gained this title, in battle. They themselves were worthy adversaries, but death is particular. It chooses its victims in its own way and even though Byakuya knows the scent of death, knows many ways to avoid it and to save others from it, he cannot ultimately deter death when it has wrapped its claws around someone.
For all the death he has seen, for all the riches he has, for all the power he's gained, he is still not prepared for this day, this day that is heavy with the stench of death, this day that fills him with a familiar dread. He knows there is nothing he can do. Death is truly their master and, as such, they must obey it.
He is determined to deter her mind. He wants her to have pleasant thoughts, to be happy when she goes. He may not be able to spare her, he may have accepted this as inevitability, but that doesn't mean Death will be allowed to ruin what little happiness is left in his life. He tries to point out the plum blossoms, her favorite, finally blooming this spring. He asks her not to speak--the subject seems to be an unhappy one and her eyes are glistening with tears.
But she presses on, tells him things he doesn't want to hear because it's breaking. His acceptance is shattering. His respect for the natural order is quaking. He doesn't want to know about this sister that they could find together if he had just a bit more time. He doesn't want to know her regrets because he wants to be able to fix them. If only he had just a little bit more time...!
"I'm sorry I couldn't show you the love that you gave me..."
That is the one thing that sticks in his mind as he holds her hand, even after he knows death has taken her away from him, her hand cold against his warm flesh. He is still breathing, his blood is still flowing and all that she had has finally stopped. The moment she slipped away, he cradled her outstretched hand, bowed his head in respect.
The worst part about it... he just can't seem to let go of her hand, even at the insistence of his grandfather. This light, this happiness. He doesn't want it stripped away. Not by the servants hands and not by Death...
Byakuya is no stranger to death, but he is not immune to loss.
