(Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader)
(Author’s note: This was a request from “awsome2121”. Enjoy n_n!)
The smell of sake permeated the air like a thick perfume. Rangiku was laughing like an idiot at a joke that the bar-tender had told her (he was obviously flirting with her) and had almost fallen off of her stool twice. As she placed her hand on your shoulder to steady herself, you flinched and refocused your eyes so that you weren’t gazing off at a blurry haze of nothing. You often did this when you were thinking back on something. You had been having such a vivid flashback that it took you a moment to remember where you were and who you were with. Rangiku smiled goofily and tilted her head slightly, letting her layered tresses topple over her shoulder and land in a puddle of sake that had been spilled onto the bar.
“Wha s’wrong, ______?” She asked. Her words were incredibly slurred. “Y’okay?”
You nodded once and glanced outside. It was already dark. Had you really been sitting in that bar with Ranguki that long? It didn’t seem like it.
“Yeah. I’d better go, though. I have somewhere I want to go before I head home,” you said as you stood and flipped a coin onto the bar. Rangiku’s expression turned serious (though you could tell she was having to concentrate hard to keep from going loopy again).
“You wan’ me t’go with ya?” She hiccupped. You shook your head and smiled sadly.
“No. I’m fine.”
As you slid off of the stool and exited the tavern, you felt the bar-tender and Rangiku staring at you. Rangiku sighed and glanced at the glass of sake that you had left behind. It was completely full. Her brows furrowed.
The air was bitterly chilly as you approached the hill. The cherry-blossom tree was in full bloom; its pink petals seemed to glow with the light of the crescent moon. There was a silhouette standing beside the grave of your deceased friend. You smiled sadly.
You almost hesitated as you drew near to the man. His slate gray eyes were locked on the headstone, his raven hair was gently tousled by the breeze. His pale skin was like porcelain in the moonlight. You had never seen someone so serene or so sorrowful before. And for good reason. The man, Byakuya, felt more grief over the loss of Hisana than you ever could. You felt your heart grow heavy as you came to stand beside the Reaper.
A bouquet of white lilies was placed on the grave. You yourself held a single lily in your hands. You knelt and placed it beside the bouquet, then you placed your hands together and bowed your head in respect. Byakuya watched you silently as you closed your eyes and drifted off into your thoughts.
“Hisana!” You called breathlessly. Your hand was outstretched towards the beautiful woman as you ran, a smile plastered on your face. It wasn’t until you grew closer that you saw Byakuya standing beside her. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you blushed and slowed your pace to a walk.
“______,” Hisana greeted you. She smiled gently. “I was just about to try and find you.”
“Oh really?” You tilted your head curiously. “Why?”
“I wanted to know if you would like to be the maid of honor at our wedding.” Hisana’s smile broadened as she revealed to you the gorgeous ring that Byakuya had given her. You smiled a painful, awkward smile.
As you opened your eyes, you realized that Byakuya was gone. You had no clue how long you had been daydreaming. His cloak was draped over your shoulders. You could smell the scent of cherry-blossoms all around you. One of the petals fell onto your hand, causing you to smile slightly.
“I was never so miserable or so happy when you told me the news,” you said to the headstone. “I felt such joy for you, but such sadness for myself. What made me feel terrible is all the time that you were married, I envied you. I hope you never knew…”
You stood and gripped the fabric of the cloak. It was long and white. On the back was the Kuchiki clan emblem. You sighed. ‘No matter how hard I try not to…I’m still in love with him…’
To be Continued…