#//for what they did to the bount. and while what happened to the bount genuinely fucked with him

[doomxdriven]

What Color is Your Aura?

rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewelry. your essence is CRIMSON: you are the strong, defiant and avoidant. you crave some sort of deviation; to walk in another's footsteps feels mundane, a waste of your time. you are possessive and never look back at the things you've lost or forgotten. you are the rebel. you are the one who will change the world. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of red, blush, garnet, and bronze, who share your impassioned existence. you are also drawn to the confident souls royal and gold, who will help you grow and show that not everyone seeks to break you. however, you may struggle to get along with the slow-acting personalities of navy and umber who never seem assertive about anything.

Tagged By: @compassionatekiller Tagging: @serenexgraced (for whichever of your gals you want) and WHOEVER ELSE WANTS TO!!

#;oil that tastes like blood (JIN DASH MEMES); #//tbh p. on point. 'avoidant' made me think for a moment but tbh jin is kinda avoidant as far as his true emotions go #//whether that means just not talking about how he feels or masking his anger and pain with his dumb little faux-affably evil shtick #// 'not looking back at things you've lost or forgotten' is kinda true too bc while he is big on taking revenge on the soul society #//for what they did to the bount. and while what happened to the bount genuinely fucked with him #//he doesnt really look back and long for anything or 'miss' anything or anyone. #//all the bount that were exterminated by the shinigami? #//jin feels anger for their deaths. but he's successfully compartmentalized their losses and written them off as weak #//def hates what the shinigami did to the bount and he uses that as the vehicle for driving his revenge but he's more so #//looking forward at the pain he can inflict on the soul society vs looking back and mourning anyone or anything #//at least he thinks he is LOL. the guy could probably use a team of therapists. #//the only bount he cares for anymore are those who follow him. and even then. he's so jaded inside that their deaths might #//not even phase him too much should they come to pass. #//also on point for him being drawn to confident souls. jin is very appreciate of power and skill in others and also just confidence in #//general. #//which isnt to say he cant get along with more meek or self-doubting invididuals but he def does see those as negatives #// * individuals* im too lazy to delete that previous tag and correct my grammar lmao #//ANYWAY GOOD MEME

[ichigo-and-sundelion]

So I just finished watching the much-reviled Bount Arc this week, and I wanted to give my honest thoughts on it.

Spoilers for seasons 4 and 5 of Bleach ahead :)

The Good Parts:

I really loved the beginning section with Kisuke toying with everyone after they returned. It was exciting, I genuinely had no idea what was going on, and I was hoping the entire arc would be this way. It even had a few moments for Uryū's intelligence to shine outside of his powers--and being a massive fan I couldn't get enough.

The actual notion of the Bounts was rather cool, essentially vampires reimagined to fit into the Bleach universe.

With a few exceptions, I also really liked the dolls and their abilities. They were new, exciting, and rather creative.

The episodes where they were cornered by the water dolls in Karakura General Hospital were an absolute hit for me! Very tense and exciting (although they obviously didn't have any idea how to animate Uryū without his glasses, no way he would have slept with them on).

Badass Soi Fon moment! Yeah!

Plenty of sweet Shunsui and Jushiro moments :)

The Adventures of a Molduga-Doll across Space and Time

The possession of Rukia and later the punishment force was very cool indeed.

The introspection after Kariya offs himself from the characters is excellent.

The Not So Good Parts:

While I liked the arc in general, it had no reason to be almost two seasons long. It dragged much more than it should have, especially by the time they got to the Soul Society.

Yoshino and Uryū were just weird for me. They were clearly trying to make something romantic happen which is entirely bizarre because they had less than five minutes of screen time together before they killed her off...Uncomfortable and just overall very strange. One of the worst parts of the arc.

Koga's doll--Dahlk?--whatever her name was, I couldn't fucking STAND her. She drove me up the wall and by the end every time he summoned her I groaned. I'm also bummed that Toshirô didn't manage to kill her off for good. As a matter of fact, the entire thing with Koga still being alive leads to all SORTS of logical issues.

I liked Kisuke's mod souls at the start, but by the end with the exception of Noba they were all starting to drive me a little mad. And why are they still here in the Arrancar arc?

Season 4 Ichigo: Kisuke tells me I shouldn't rely on my ridiculously powerful bankai. Season 5 Ichigo, anytime someone draws a weapon: BANKAI! (no shade on Kisuke I love him regardless)

Chad was just there. Why was Chad in the invasion arc doing nothing but walking around. He did lots in the first half of the arc, but afterwards he was kind of irrelevant. (I like Chad too, no shade here either)

So did...Kariya just kill himself? No one else got blown up? No one else thinks this is weird?

In conclusion: The Bount Arc gets a lot of hate, and while it's DEFINITELY not as good as the Soul Society arc I'd never urge someone to skip it. It's decent even if it has a few weird parts and holes. That being said, I can't wait to sink my teeth into some canon, non-filler Arrancar arc now.

#bleach #bleach anime #bount arc #honest opinion #review #anime review #honest review

[anotherbleachimagines]

A Soft Epilogue

Fictober Prompt: “You will love them in the end, like they said.”

This piece is going to be about the three universes/canon deviations that if you’re curious are found here and Shiori’s realizations of love and their love in return in each of them.

Also I’m sorry for my sudden disappearance after Halloween -- I had a migraine and basically just sat in the dark for the rest of the week. But I’m working on new material now, and should hopefully have a queue back either tomorrow or Tuesday.

Shinji Hirako

She realized she loved him when it was too late – standing in her Captain’s office when she’s informed that he, and everyone else sent on the hollow containment mission last night were dead. Lieutenant Shiori Nakano stood stock still as Captain Ginrei Kuchiki looked her in the eyes and said the words that made her world collapse around her that everyone that she cared about in the Seireitei was dead or exiled. Her thoughts were of Shinji, that she’d never smell the floral shampoo he used again, or feel the way she did after he kissed her upon returning from a long absence, even his ridiculous music player and the cheeky smile he’d give her after she’d complain about it. “I’m sure you’d make better music, doll.”

Their arrangement was supposed to be simple, sex and occasional flirting – it’s what any Captain or Lieutenant needs to unwind and up until this moment, it’s all she thought of it as. The two of them made it easy; she was calculating and precise, always knowing the perfect times to come and go, and had the best excuses for being exactly where she shouldn’t be. He provided the calm air to it all, that it was easy and they never had to worry about being caught because, “Who would ever believe that these two polar opposites could ever end up together?” It always made her smile when he’d say those words, because somehow, it felt right that they did fit together so well.

Seeing him again, alive and right in front of over brought so many conflicting feelings to bloom in her chest – it had been one hundred years, time which she used to move past those feelings that she wasn’t allowed to have in the first place, to mourn him and her friends and move on. Instead, she left the Vizards line of vision before any of them could see her. It was too soon and she needed to quash the feelings that she shouldn’t have before anyone reads the emotion so easily carved onto her face.

The months following the final fight with Aizen had been hard; she had worked on mediating terms between Hueco Mundo and the Seireitei as well as trying to make reparations to the Vizards after everything that had happened over the last hundred years, her own relationships were included. Hiyori was mad at everyone and Lisa seemed far too calm about their treatment and wouldn’t accept apologies – at least not from her. The other Captains and Lieutenants she knew, but her damning trait was how poorly she socialized and she regretted it while trying to fix what had been done. Last was Shinji, to any of the Vizards of the Lieutenants who had been ordered to stay with her in the world of the living, their relationship seemed unchanged, occasional verbal sparring and snark was expected, a Captain now, she was willing to give just as much as she took. They both knew though; one hundred years changes people, and Shiori knew that deep down, they all felt that they had been abandoned - by the Seireitei, by the Thirteen Court Guard squads and especially her.

It was late autumn now, a chilling breeze seemed to soak through their clothes while sitting on a roof of a random building in Karakura town. Shiori rested her head on Shinji’s shoulder and she couldn’t hope to hide the small smile that slid onto her face, it had taken one hundred years, thinking he was dead, killing his former lieutenant and rebuilding trust that had been lost in thinking she had abandoned him. And yet… here they were, fingers twined together enjoying the stars and relative peace of Karakura town, pressing a kiss to his cheek she couldn’t help it when she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Shinji.”

Toshiro Hitsugaya

It didn’t start out as love, hell, it didn’t even start out as mutual trust. After being made Captain of Squad Five in the aftermath of Aizen’s defection and the madness that had consumed the Seireitei in the wake of the Bounts and repairing all of the damage that was caused she had to get away. Too many people that questioned her ability, her demeanour, her… everything. So when the Head Captain requested volunteers to go to the World of the Living she was among the first volunteers. It was a welcome reprieve; and seeing Yoruichi and Kisuke again was definitely a welcome bonus, she missed her friends dearly.

Toshiro was suspicious, and Shiori knew, that were she in his place, she’d most likely feel the same way. Every one of the Lieutenants and the Captain himself had seen her as their strict, distant kido instructor - not someone powerful enough to be a captain, or even a seated officer, so to go from their proverbial nothing to a Captain in a matter of weeks was enough to make anyone leery. She proved capable though; more than capable, really. He watched her defend the Lieutenants at the battle in Karakura town, realized that she was part of Urahara’s and Tessai’s plans to keep the town safe, she proved to every Captain and Lieutenant that day that she truly was confident and worth of the title that so many thought was tokenly bestowed upon her.

When they returned to the Seireitei, she became a different person – not a teacher, not a mentor, but a friend, often coming his office long after their Lieutenants had left, bringing her own paperwork and food for the both of them. It started then, for the both of them, it wasn’t love, but a fondness for each other, enveloped in her stories of the Seireitei and her genuine questions of his wellbeing and forcing him to take breaks. He rolled eyes at her crazier stories but always supplanted with some of his own, usually more tame, but she listened to them all the same, either while writing reports or eating dinner.

By the time of the Quincy War they were close friends; something that in hindsight, Rangiku ruefully admitted was bound to happen, “You’re both so serious all the time, of course they’d end up friends as the strict captains.” Shiori was pinioned for logistics and battle planning – keeping the fourth and the injured safe while still helping maintain the frontline of fighting by knowing where to send people and when. She knew everything that was going on, knew where her friends were and how they were doing – had to watch as friends were placed under Giselle Gewelle’s control, knowing that if she left to help them that more people would die so she was forced to watch. When it was finally finished, she was the first one out there, pulling Toshiro into the tightest of hugs and pressed a kiss to his lips, it was impulsive, more impulsive than they ever were, but after all of the dying and bloodshed, she didn’t care.

They were asleep, lying together on the sofa in the offices of the Tenth Division as the sun rose, papers were forgotten, scattered across the coffee table and floor with her head on his chest and his arms tightly around her. She awoke first and couldn’t help but smile – so much had changed in the years since the war, but this hadn’t changed, could never change. Her pointer finger traced the lines of his nose and lips and she pressed the gentlest of kisses on each of his eyelids, Toshiro grumbled slightly and pulled her closer and Shiori was soon greeted by jade eyes and a drowsy glare, she kissed him again, this time on the lips and with more force behind it, “Good morning, Toshiro.” He grumbled into her hair, as he pulled her back down to rest her head on his chest, and she couldn’t help but smile, thankful that the Captain of the Tenth Division managed to relax a little, if only with her, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

Byakuya Kuchiki

The first time Byakuya saw her his only thoughts were of how unremarkable she was, decent looking, but with the same black hair as everyone else, emotionless and unspeaking as she followed his grandfather around the estate. “This is the woman who’s supposed to replace my father?” It seemed impossible, she was small and weak and carried herself in such an undignified way, arms curled behind her while she slouched, all of which made her shorter than she already was. When she was introduced to him her bow was precise and deep as she told him how honored she was to meet him, he met her gaze only once and that’s as she straightened and that’s when he noticed that there was something behind the timid calm that she presented to his grandfather and the rest of the Seireitei, he could see it in those dark brown eyes filled with determination and a will she kept hidden.

Her return to the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was… exhausting. Emotionally, physically, mentally, Shiori was drained – she was still helping to organize the graduation tests at the Academy while helping her Lieutenant cope with her previous Captain’s defection and on top of all of that; there was suspicion, most of the Captains and Lieutenants now didn’t know her one hundred years ago. Didn’t see her on top of Sokyoku Hill. The expectation was for her to fail or defect and it took its toll. Many nights as of late had been spent wandering the streets of the Seireitei, at first, she was alone, but after about a month or so she was joined by Captain Byakuya Kuchiki. They were silent, but his earlier reassurances of her abilities and his confident demeanor did more to help her every day.

Byakuya asks her to join him when he went to his family’s private cemetery. They walked in silence; respect for those now gone as well as comfort in each other’s presence. Shiori had been here before; at his father’s funeral, she stood behind his grandfather with the Lieutenant of the Sixth Division Armband in place. He hadn’t cried that day, his face of one of determination, not sadness and she understood. It was the same look she had always hidden away. By the time they reached his father’s and wife’s graves they can almost feel a weight press down on them. The promise to themselves and others of what they would be; there’s hesitation when she reaches for his hand, gives him time to pull away without making it obvious or embarrassing but he doesn’t. Lacing her fingers with his, they continue to stand in silence, she knew she could never replace Hisana, she didn’t want to, but if he’s ready, she’d like to help him move forward.

The two Captains were sparring the first time Shiori realized she loved him, it was the one time that the two of them didn’t have to hide, no masking emotion or skill or taunt, everything was allowed when it was the two of them. He was a better swordsman by far, but her kido and shunpo edged out his by the slightest of margins; to those of the Fifth and Sixth Divisions watching, it was a dance. Her movements were precise and countered his sword with the smallest of margins while still casting something to offset his balance and rhythm. No one knew they were seeing each other, but Renji had bet half of his next pay that his Captain would win, so when he purposefully sidestepped into her bakudo she couldn’t help but want to laugh, Renji thought it was in the triumph of winning, but she knew that he did it just to watch his reaction when his Lieutenant realized he lost. They were walking to dinner together when she shyly looked over, “You know, you didn’t have to let me win, five more moves and I would have had you.” Before he could ask her what she meant, she disappeared, making him sigh – sometimes he had to wonder why he chose this woman.

The pond was full of golds and oranges and reds this time of year, Shiori sat alone on a solitary in the gardens of the Kuchiki estate. She thought of how the world had changed, since she had changed since she was sitting in this very spot almost one hundred years ago. Feeling his reishi before seeing him, Byakuya was greeted before he sat down beside her, eyes also seemingly fixated on the pond in front of them. “Did you know that we sat in this same spot almost one hundred years ago to the day?” He looked up at her then, pensive at first and then agreed – the night itself was awful, like an obligation to attend and play nice, neither of them were interested at the time and it felt… uncomfortable. But now, they sat in that same spot, his hand discreetly wrapped around her waist while discussing time long since past, she couldn’t help but smile, “I love you, Byakuya Kuchiki.”

#fictober story series #Modified Canon #Shinji Hirako #Toshiro Hitsugaya #Byakuya Kuchiki #Shiori Nakano

[writingwithryder]

A Soft Epilogue

Day 10 of barbex‘s fictober “You will love them in the end, like they said.”

So this particular day’s writing needs a preface; in wading and struggling and crying through the Bleach universe, my dearest and by far most evil friend who ended up introducing me to Bleach and I decided that we were going to basically turn the canon on its heels, for pacing and character development and honestly just for better flow than our man Tite Kibo.  

So in the end, we created this Bleach Universe with a better flow, more arcs and a different ending. Which was jokingly called “The Good Ending” where everyone ended up not destroying their character development through the series and progressed in their lives after the main arc of Bleach. Then we have the “Mostly Canon Ending/Neutral Ending” with a few changes of things that either seemed nonsensical or drawn out while still adding our character’s arcs into the mix. And finally the “Canon/”Bad Ending”” which is just as it sounds, the canon ending to the series, with only the addition of our characters.

Today’s piece is going to be about those three universes (in the order earlier listed) and her realizations and beyond of love in each of them.

Shinji Hirako

She realized she loved him when it was too late -- standing in her Captain’s office when she's informed that he, and everyone else sent on the hollow containment mission last night were dead. Lieutenant Shiori Nakano stood stock still as Captain Ginrei Kuchiki looked her in the eyes and said the words that made her world collapse around her that everyone that she cared about in the Seireitei was dead or exiled. Her thoughts were of Shinji, that she'd never smell the floral shampoo he used again, or feel the way she did after he kissed her upon returning from a long absence, even his ridiculous music player and the cheeky smile he'd give her after she'd complain about it. “I'm sure you'd make better music, doll.”

Their arrangement was supposed to be simple, sex and occasional flirting -- it's what any Captain or Lieutenant needs to unwind and up until this moment, it's all she thought of it as. The two of them made it easy; she was calculating and precise, always knowing the perfect times to come and go, and had the best excuses for being exactly where she shouldn’t be. He provided the calm air to it all, that it was easy and they never had to worry about being caught because, “Who would ever believe that these two polar opposites could ever end up together?” It always made her smile when he’d say those words, because somehow, it felt right that they did fit together so well.

Seeing him again, alive and right in front of over brought so many conflicting feelings to bloom in her chest -- it had been one hundred years, time which she used to move past those feelings that she wasn’t allowed to have in the first place, to mourn him and her friends and move on. Instead, she left the Vizards line of vision before any of them could see her. It was too soon and she needed to quash the feelings that she shouldn’t have before anyone reads the emotion so easily carved onto her face.

The months following the final fight with Aizen had been hard; she had worked on mediating terms between Hueco Mundo and the Seireitei as well as trying to make reparations to the Vizards after everything that had happened over the last hundred years, her own relationships were included. Hiyori was mad at everyone and Lisa seemed far too calm about their treatment and wouldn’t accept apologies -- at least not from her. The other Captains and Lieutenants she knew, but her damning trait was how poorly she socialized and she regretted it while trying to fix what had been done. Last was Shinji, to any of the Vizards of the Lieutenants who had been ordered to stay with her in the world of the living, their relationship seemed unchanged, occasional verbal sparring and snark was expected, a Captain now, she was willing to give just as much as she took. They both knew though; one hundred years changes people, and Shiori knew that deep down, they all felt that they had been abandoned - by the Seireitei, by the Thirteen Court Guard squads and especially her.

It was late autumn now, a chilling breeze seemed to soak through their clothes while sitting on a roof of a random building in Karakura town. Shiori rested her head on Shinji’s shoulder and she couldn’t hope to hide the small smile that slid onto her face, it had taken one hundred years, thinking he was dead, killing his former lieutenant and rebuilding trust that had been lost in thinking she had abandoned him. And yet… here they were, fingers twined together enjoying the stars and relative peace of Karakura town, pressing a kiss to his cheek she couldn’t help it when she whispered in his ear, “I love you, Shinji.”

Toshiro Hitsugaya

It didn't start out as love, hell, it didn’t even start out as mutual trust. After being made Captain of Squad Five in the aftermath of Aizen’s defection and the madness that had consumed the Seireitei in the wake of the Bounts and repairing all of the damage that was caused she had to get away. Too many people that questioned her ability, her demeanour, her… everything. So when the Head Captain requested volunteers to go to the World of the Living she was among the first volunteers. It was a welcome reprieve; and seeing Yoruichi and Kisuke again was definitely a welcome bonus, she missed her friends dearly.

Toshiro was suspicious, and Shiori knew, that were she in his place, she’d most likely feel the same way. Every one of the Lieutenants and the Captain himself had seen her as their strict, distant kido instructor - not someone powerful enough to be a captain, or even a seated officer, so to go from their proverbial nothing to a Captain in a matter of weeks was enough to make anyone leery. She proved capable though; more than capable, really. He watched her defend the Lieutenants at the battle in Karakura town, realized that she was part of Urahara’s and Tessai’s plans to keep the town safe, she proved to every Captain and Lieutenant that day that she truly was confident and worth of the title that so many thought was tokenly bestowed upon her.

When they returned to the Seireitei, she became a different person -- not a teacher, not a mentor, but a friend, often coming his office long after their Lieutenants had left, bringing her own paperwork and food for the both of them. It started then, for the both of them, it wasn’t love, but a fondness for each other, enveloped in her stories of the Seireitei and her genuine questions of his wellbeing and forcing him to take breaks. He rolled eyes at her crazier stories but always supplanted with some of his own, usually more tame, but she listened to them all the same, either while writing reports or eating dinner.

By the time of the Quincy War they were close friends; something that in hindsight, Rangiku ruefully admitted was bound to happen, “You’re both so serious all the time, of course they’d end up friends as the strict captains.” Shiori was pinioned for logistics and battle planning -- keeping the fourth and the injured safe while still helping maintain the frontline of fighting by knowing where to send people and when. She knew everything that was going on, knew where her friends were and how they were doing -- had to watch as friends were placed under Giselle Gewelle’s control, knowing that if she left to help them that more people would die so she was forced to watch. When it was finally finished, she was the first one out there, pulling Toshiro into the tightest of hugs and pressed a kiss to his lips, it was impulsive, more impulsive than they ever were, but after all of the dying and bloodshed, she didn’t care.

They were asleep, lying together on the sofa in the offices of the Tenth Division as the sun rose, papers were forgotten, scattered across the coffee table and floor with her head on his chest and his arms tightly around her. She awoke first and couldn’t help but smile -- so much had changed in the years since the war, but this hadn’t changed, could never change. Her pointer finger traced the lines of his nose and lips and she pressed the gentlest of kisses on each of his eyelids, Toshiro grumbled slightly and pulled her closer and Shiori was soon greeted by jade eyes and a drowsy glare, she kissed him again, this time on the lips and with more force behind it, “Good morning, Toshiro.” He grumbled into her hair, as he pulled her back down to rest her head on his chest, and she couldn’t help but smile, thankful that the Captain of the Tenth Division managed to relax a little, if only with her, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

Byakuya Kuchiki

The first time Byakuya saw her his only thoughts were of how unremarkable she was, decent looking, but with the same black hair as everyone else, emotionless and unspeaking as she followed his grandfather around the estate. “This is the woman who’s supposed to replace my father?” It seemed impossible, she was small and weak and carried herself in such an undignified way, arms curled behind her while she slouched, all of which made her shorter than she already was. When she was introduced to him her bow was precise and deep as she told him how honored she was to meet him, he met her gaze only once and that’s as she straightened and that’s when he noticed that there was something behind the timid calm that she presented to his grandfather and the rest of the Seireitei, he could see it in those dark brown eyes filled with determination and a will she kept hidden.

Her return to the Thirteen Court Guard Squads was… exhausting. Emotionally, physically, mentally, Shiori was drained -- she was still helping to organize the graduation tests at the Academy while helping her Lieutenant cope with her previous Captain’s defection and on top of all of that; there was suspicion, most of the Captains and Lieutenants now didn't know her one hundred years ago. Didn't see her on top of Sokyoku Hill. The expectation was for her to fail or defect and it took its toll. Many nights as of late had been spent wandering the streets of the Seireitei, at first, she was alone, but after about a month or so she was joined by Captain Byakuya Kuchiki. They were silent, but his earlier reassurances of her abilities and his confident demeanor did more to help her every day.

Byakuya asks her to join him when he went to his family’s private cemetery. They walked in silence; respect for those now gone as well as comfort in each other's presence. Shiori had been here before; at his father’s funeral, she stood behind his grandfather with the Lieutenant of the Sixth Division Armband in place. He hadn't cried that day, his face of one of determination, not sadness and she understood. It was the same look she had always hidden away. By the time they reached his father’s and wife’s graves they can almost feel a weight press down on them. The promise to themselves and others of what they would be; there's hesitation when she reaches for his hand, gives him time to pull away without making it obvious or embarrassing but he doesn't. Lacing her fingers with his, they continue to stand in silence, she knew she could never replace Hisana, she didn't want to, but if he's ready, she'd like to help him move forward.

The two Captains were sparring the first time Shiori realized she loved him, it was the one time that the two of them didn’t have to hide, no masking emotion or skill or taunt, everything was allowed when it was the two of them. He was a better swordsman by far, but her kido and shunpo edged out his by the slightest of margins; to those of the Fifth and Sixth Divisions watching, it was a dance. Her movements were precise and countered his sword with the smallest of margins while still casting something to offset his balance and rhythm. No one knew they were seeing each other, but Renji had bet half of his next pay that his Captain would win, so when he purposefully sidestepped into her bakudo she couldn’t help but want to laugh, Renji thought it was in the triumph of winning, but she knew that he did it just to watch his reaction when his Lieutenant realized he lost. They were walking to dinner together when she shyly looked over, “You know, you didn’t have to let me win, five more moves and I would have had you.” Before he could ask her what she meant, she disappeared, making him sigh -- sometimes he had to wonder why he chose this woman.

The pond was full of golds and oranges and reds this time of year, Shiori sat alone on a solitary in the gardens of the Kuchiki estate. She thought of how the world had changed, since she had changed since she was sitting in this very spot almost one hundred years ago. Feeling his reishi before seeing him, Byakuya was greeted before he sat down beside her, eyes also seemingly fixated on the pond in front of them. “Did you know that we sat in this same spot almost one hundred years ago to the day?” He looked up at her then, pensive at first and then agreed -- the night itself was awful, like an obligation to attend and play nice, neither of them were interested at the time and it felt… uncomfortable. But now, they sat in that same spot, his hand discreetly wrapped around her waist while discussing time long since past, she couldn’t help but smile, “I love you, Byakuya Kuchiki.”

#fictober #shiori nakano #bleach #shinji hirako #toshiro hitsugaya #byakuya kuchiki #THIS IS SO LATE I'M SO SORRY #these long fics are so brutal #especially this one with like three different main plot points