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Hymns to the Wind	By : BookMaggot Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2057 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Okay second chapter :) The real juicy bits will probably happen around chapter four. But I hope this is still enjoyable!
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“Come with us Byakuya! It’ll be fun!” Ukitake-taichou was standing in the doorway with a smile on his face that could light the lantern festival in one go. He was dressed in layers of clothing, in the hope of keeping out the biting cold.
“No,”
Rukai frowned, “Do you want me to help you finish?” she asked, eyeing the stacks of paperwork.
Byakuya softened slightly, “I am fine,” he looked up pointedly, “Go and enjoy yourselves,”
They shared a worried glance, one which had not gone unnoticed by the Noble but he did not call them on it. They left with quiet farewells, promising to bring him something back, and he was left alone in his office.
That conversation had played out almost three hours ago, and Byakuya had felt regret ever since. Though he would never admit it. It was strange how badly he wanted to hear that song again but there was nothing to it. He had no choice, the Seireitei always came first.
Though admittedly rather obnoxiously first.
Till the far hours of the night did he work, and file. Until the sun had died and the darkness had swept the sky with dotted stars. Finally he finished, and stretching his stiff back he rose from his chair and headed outside, relieved that the day was finally over. The cool autumn night air was refreshing, and he found a new energy in his step as he headed home.
He was turning the last corner, the gates looming in front of him, when he’d come to a disbelieving stop.
The soft notes of a song were dancing on the wind.
Byakuya turned to the sound and listened. It was coming from the forest. His forest, his property, and for the first time in a very long time he felt a thrill run up his spine. It was now almost pitiful how desperate he was to feel that song, and how excited. He turned to the trees and headed inwards, keeping his ears to the wind and listening intently.
Stepping into a small clearing he found the flutist; standing straight, his back to him and playing so beautifully. The moon offered the only light, and Byakuya found the whole sight too stunning for words.
The Flutist would never look beautiful but tonight he was an Angel in disguise.
Byakuya leaned against the tree, all his tension seeping out of him as the music pressed into him. He closed his eyes and let it wash over him, teasing him and grabbing him yet again, and he could almost taste the song on his lips. It ended too soon and Byakuya opened his eyes to find him standing closer. His head tilted, as if waiting for something.
Byakuya opened his mouth to ask him for an encore but stopped. Finally he took note of the shaking; the hands were shivering in the autumn air. Looking down he saw the bare feet buried in the dew stained grass, the bandages soaked through.
Guilt pushed up in his throat. Why would he do this? He could die in this cold dressed like that! Byakuya didn’t have much to offer him in terms of thanks except for warmth. So reaching up he removed his heavy cloak and held it out for him to take. There was no thought needed on the matter, the man had done him a great favour and he would honour his own bond.
The Flutist didn’t move though. Instead his head tilted the other way, and he still couldn’t feel any emotion coming from him. If he was suppressing his reiatsu then he was a master at it. Slowly the shaking hand reached up, and took the cloak. He held it for a moment before carefully pulling it on, the coat was a bit short for him but it would do.
Byakuya looked him up and down, and satisfied he smiled, “Again,”
This time he could feel the smile, and the Flutist complied again, turning the forest silence into a wonderful harmony of sound. The morning would skim the horizon before they would part. The Flutist handing back the beautiful coat without a word, and Byakuya accepting it with a smile.
And as he left he pulled it on, smelling the scent of the Flutist which was surprisingly sweet.
“How was the festival?” Byakuya asked when Rukia walked into the dining room the next morning.
“Great,” she said with a tired smile, “But taichou got sick, Kyoraku-taichou had to take him home early again,”
“That is a shame,” Byakuya said, and sipped the hot tea. His heart and soul both feeling lighter than the autumn winds.
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Again constructive crit is always welcome!
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