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Disclaimers: Bleach is the
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A/NWords in Italics denotes personal thoughts. Possible ellipse abuse.

"The rain
set early in tonight." is quoted from Robert Browning.

From here onwards,
it is a possibility that exists only in my imagination and fanfic, so well...
enjoy the impossibility of this actually happening manga-wise ie a time of them
being husband and wife in the future. Much love and thanks to the reviewers!

Possible Epilogue part une: Moonrise

No matter which way you look at it, the moon doesn't change in its continuous cycle. That beacon of scarred ivory isn't
fatter, flatter, rounder or duller, no matter your angle of viewing. It's only
your perception that alters inconsistent refraction of the lens.

Knowing that didn't change her conclusion: the luminous crescent seemed to be sulking, rather than smiling. Or was it another nonsensical mood...

"The rain set early in tonight."

That poetic line elicited a smile. A cream woollen cloak was draped about the slim figure. Turning her head to look at a pale hand lying on her left shoulder, her right hand closed over it. At the same time, his right arm drew her nearer. Leaning back against assuring comfort, a gust of wind rustled
paper lanterns hanging from the edges of a freshly shingled roof. He felt her
shiver.

"Be careful, you might catch a chill."

Relaxing in the circle of his protection, her head rested in the snug embrasure beneath his chin. Tweaking his nose playfully, her teasing voice reminded him of a restful afternoon.

"Don't forget, I'm not that weak."

Fingers--as beautiful as a sculptor's-- were splayed over the curve of her belly. There was plenty of good-natured humour in his reply.

"Don't forget, you�re not the only one now whose health I worry about."

She huffily snapped, "That would be your fault. If you hadn�t acted like an uncompromising brute..."

"If you hadn't been so sinfully clad and wilfully performing that dance to purposely madden me..."

They stood there in the back garden, admiring Tsukuyomi's touch among blurred shadows and peaceful silence. Apart from the sound of water trickling over smooth rocks and the occasional line of song from a nightingale, all was perfectly serene. His left hand slipped downwards to cover unmoving fingers curled around a green bamboo flute.

"Given up on the koto again?"

"No matter how hard I practise, the music will always be lacking. Besides, I'm not that great with it. Aren't you supposed to be tone-deaf?"

Nuzzling her cheek, whispering in such an intimate manner made her shiver for an entirely different reason.

"You compensate for my inability. Doesn't sound like the sempai I know. Attack of pessimism... over Aizen-san?"

Long lashes sliding downwards, she nodded. That traitor and his followers' whereabouts were still undetectable, after his armies of arrancar had been defeated and he'd managed to escape once more. Waiting for him to make another move was too much like a game of cat-and-mouse, not that the Gotei 13 had any choice, since he was virtually untraceable at this stage...

"We'll eventually exterminate him. Worrying doesn't accomplish anything, even if you can't help it."

Turning her head further to the left, she raised her chin upwards to murmur slyly against his lips, "Must you always act older than me?"

His right hand rose, fingers flattening along naked skin of the throat up to the base of her right ear. Warm breath ghosted over parted vermilion softness.

"Must you always attempt misdirection?"

All conversation ceased.

He pulled her closer, as mild distraction became dangerously addictive.
The type that led to discarded clothing, loss of inhibition, then absolute
abandonment for mingled passion and heated murmurs of loving (in)coherency�

Breaking heady contact before it spiralled out of control, shaky laughter
spilled into the night.

"The servants might see... and your cool-to-the-point-of-frost reputation will be lost."

The only sign of change was one straight eyebrow crooked in mock alarm at unusual demureness.

"Are we changing our tunes?"

Lowering his head once more, an agonisingly slow path of yearning was
traced down sloping vulnerability with his mouth. Feeling a distinct shudder
racking the woman within his embrace induced an upward quirk of thin lips.

"Hm... I think it was officially lost ever since our wedding night. Still..."

Pulling back, he allowed her to recover some normality in breathing, even as he strove for a reasonable measure of composure.

"What were you really thinking about?"

The problem with habitually taking work home: There was never really a
difference between off-duty and on-duty behaviour. Something Yoruichi was used
to, where her over-responsible husband was concerned, but life under a constant
microscope could be really annoying. This was one of those times.

"Kuchiki Byakuya, don't interrogate me like one of your subordinates."

Not a good time to ask her about that flute and its significance. Must be one of those moods that came with hormonal changes. Someday, he would thoroughly question his wife about what had really induced her to leave with a certain man. She was lucky Yamamoto-dono had agreed to pardon her for her previous actions of leaving Soul Society and whatever else she�d done after, but on the condition that at most, she could become a combat tutor in Soul Society and was disallowed any official rank or duties. Byakuya was considering requesting that the Shihouin clan be officially allowed to redeem and continue its glorious lineage, provided he and Yoruichi have more than one son. In a way, he knew it was not that important to her, but for the sake of her grandfather� However, that was for later possibilities. Relenting for the moment, he decided to take care of her health first.

Reflexively clutching him for support as her feet left the ground, she stared into flame-shaped eyes. Damn her luck for choosing this stubborn, complicated man who had more layers than an onion... but could vary understanding and deliberate obtuseness at the right times.

She fastidiously tidied the collar of his robes, as he watched her
seemingly random ministrations. One of many little things she did for him, and
it was these 'trivialities' that added up to remind him how much he valued her.
Having a wife more temperamentally powerful than yourself must be intimidating,
Hisagi Shuuhei had remarked. Byakuya didn't bother to answer since his spouse
had done so unintentionally. The ninth division captain had been extremely
respectful after that light sparring match with her a few months back. His
squad had to look for a new dojo as the old one had been rendered... non-existent.

Besides, he wasn't about to explain their private dynamics to anyone. Having someone who could provide an alternate opinion and was able to see both sides of the coin, yet still pass reasonably fair judgement was an asset. Discussing all types of topics with an equal who understood was always
refreshingly enjoyable, even if certain disagreements did tend to get...
dangerously explosive. Not to mention the courage to stand up to him and
knowing when to employ cunning wiles instead of direct arguments... life was
never boring around her.

What was that expression for? The way he was looking at her was enough to make her blush. Did he have to get overtly intense? She was one of the few not intimidated by his spiritual aura but still...!

"You're doing it again."

There was peevish accusation in her voice. The 'stop-making-me-melt-inside-before-I-have-to-pulverize-you' tone he purposely
ignored. Fixed gaze roaming over exotic features framed by long, loose hair,
thick-fringed eyes like preserved sunshine... and down to her temptingly
dishevelled neckline. The temperature forecast for tonight said something about
being marginally chillier than usual, hm.

Seeing the slight gleam in those eyes vanish to be replaced by absolute
darkness, the manner in which he was studying her with such... suppressed intent
only made it even more obvious. Her cheeks felt hot, just thinking about the
implications. This was embarrassing.

"Are you just going to continue standing there and carrying me?!"

"No. You're shivering. What cruel weather. I'll have to keep you warm all night."

Hiding her face in the side of his neck, feeling his hold tighten and
the fleeting brush of his lips against her temple as he began heading back
towards their abode, she finally raised her head to look at the wide expanse of
inky sky dusted with infinite stars. The shakuhachi flute was still grasped in
her left hand, and amazingly intact. Sending up a silent prayer to those
distant lights, her thoughts returned to the topic she didn't tell Byakuya
about. It was probably the only issue she didn�t bring up with him, knowing how
he felt about that person.

Her skill with the koto was mediocre. The only way the music could sound
complete would require playing accompaniment of the flute's owner. Her flaws
would be bolstered and beautified by his, and vice-versa, with a man whose
friendship she missed very much. Looking at the moon and being reminded of
their shared philosophy only deepened hidden melancholia that seemed to burn a
cavity in her chest.

Someday, we'll meet again. Until then, keep
yourself and the others such as Ururu safe. Whoever completes the circle first
doesn't matter, but I'll try to help your case... so that you can come back to
me�

o0----------------------0o

Next up: Intermission. What was the scene,
which led to Byakuya and Yoruichi 'arguing' about it? Heh.

Definitions

Koto: Zither. About 180 cm across, with 13 strings
and stretched across 13 bridges to enable 13 base pitches.
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