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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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A/N: I know I promised by this chapter there would have been some action but the story took a different turn. I wanted to post the original chapter I had planned but it just didn't work, and this part I felt was needed to make the story a little stronger. Well hopefully it worked :)
Raymay: If you're happy with the outcome then I think I did my job okay :) I always give an opening for people to give honest criticism, and I appreciate your reviews a lot because you really give me what I want: an honest review of my story. Thank you for doing so! I can't express in words how much I appreciate this, so just thank you, and enjoy the next chapter!
Satterb: I am not being mean! I'm just being mysterious... which is kinda the same thing when you get down to it >_> lol! But I promise it won't be long now, the story isn't all that long and should be finishing up in the next four (maybe five) chapters. Thank you sooo much for reviewing! I am glad you like the story and am hoping you like the next chapter too!
This one went completely in a different direction I originally intended but sometimes it pays to listen to your story. So let's hope it worked, and again if something doesn't feel right or the chapter just didn't work for you, just let me know :) That's it from me, on with the story!
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A Problem with Necessity
The festival was in full swing. Gold and red lanterns hung in rows of light among the busy stands. The markets were filled with so many wondrous things. From exotic silks, to dragon and butterfly kites made of fine and colourful papers that captured the golden light in greens and blues. The food stands smelled divine, and groups of children ran past holding bags of colourful candies and hand carved toys.
Byakuya took in all of these marvels with a calm yet curious eye. He remembered his first festival from years back, and despite his own trepidations at first he’d ended up enjoying it immensely. Though today he doesn’t immerse himself as much, he still could appreciate and marvel at the beauties, and even enjoy others.
But one in particular he searched out tonight; the Flutist. He could only hope he would find him here. After their last meeting he had not seen him since, and that had been over three months ago but with the coming of the Blossom Festival he was certain he would at least get a glimpse of him.
And until then he would try to ignore the ache in his heart to hear the music he adored so much.
“Ah! Kuchiki-taichou!” the voice boomed across the stands with the same flamboyant tenor his clothes seemed to admit daily, “It’s good to see the nobles getting fresh air from time to time,”
“Kyoraku-taichou” he greeted coldly and turned to the Captain who was dressed in the most elaborate colours, and adorned with his trademark hat. In all these years he’d never found common ground with him, it was hard to associate with someone who so easily made a mockery of the Gotei. Still he was a fellow Captain and a fellow noble at that, he should at least be cordial, “You should know, seeing as you are also one of the high nobles,”
“Ah!” he said, tapping his nose, “But I’m not an heir, we second sons have all the fun while you lot have to do all the work!”
“And reap all the benefits,” Ukitake-taichou said with a smile coming up from behind. His hair was tied up, and he wore a heavy cloak against the chilly winds, “Stop teasing him Kyoraku. Good evening Byakuya,” he greeted with a respectful bow, “Are you enjoying the festival?”
Byakuya returned the gesture, “Good evening Senpai. Yes I find the festival agreeable this year,” he straightened, “Though the remaining winter winds will surely not benefit your health, taichou”
His eyes widened comically, “Oh do not speak of such things!”
“You’ll jinx it,” Shunsui said with a leering grin and a wink.
“Indeed,” Jushiro chuckled, “I-“
“Ukitake-taichou!” the voices had boomed across the fields, rattling the nearby stands and spooking a few festival goers.
“Ah….” He cleared his throat, “That will be my que I think. Byakuya-san, good evening to you” he bowed hastily and disappeared in a flash. Byakuya blinked and raised a dull eyebrow at Kyoraku who was grinning in a strange way.
“Dear Ju-chan,” Kyoraku said with great affection, “He is at his best when he can make everyone believe he is a weakling,”
“Pardon?”
“Oh nothing,” he waved a languid hand, “Just thinking out loud. But you should come and visit some time Bya-kun,” the noble’s eyebrow twitched at the pet name, “We can drink some tea!”
“Spiked with sake, I presume” it wasn’t a question.
“Is there any other way?” Shunsui laughed in a rich voice, “Mh… well I have to go find Ju-chan before his third seats do. Good evening Kuchiki-taichou,” he bowed half-heartedly, and Byakuya returned it before the floral man turned away.
“Oh and Byakuya before I forget,” Kyoraku said halting the noble in his steps, “Be careful that a want doesn’t turn into a necessity,” he turned his head gently to the side, staring at him with the corner of his eyes, “A Want may bring sadness but can be discarded but a Need will bring ruin unregarded,” he chuckled, “Poor grammar but wise words,”
Byakuya said nothing, he was no fool he knew what the drunkard meant, and by staying silent he kept his dignity in tact. Kyoraku watched him for a long moment, grey eyes usually so calm were now piercing and sharp. He finally turned away, and humming off key, disappeared into the crowds. He watched him go, and felt his own heart turn heavier with each passing beat. The words rang clear and stung harsher than he thought possible.
Part of him felt fury. How dare he make such presumptions? How dare he accuse him of being so weak? But a smaller part had listened intently and understood that the words rang more true than he thought possible.
Was it a want? He thought, was this more than a simple desire to see and hear something that brought him joy? He’d never doubted it before but then again he’d never taken the time to explore these thoughts so clearly. Perhaps it was a need, perhaps it was something of a requirement more than a wish. But was that so terrible?
He didn’t know.
In some ways he was addicted to the Flutist, like a drug spun from musical notes they poured into him and made him feel alive. But that wasn’t good, being so… dependant on a single man was not only wrong but very troubling for his soul.
Damn Kyoraku! Damn him for seeing the truth, for saying such things… and for being right. It had happened gradually, he realized. So gradually that he never even thought it was happening before he was in too deep.
Byakuya blinked, and shook himself from his bitter thoughts, realizing he was still standing where Kyoraku had left him. The music drifted over the noise and bustle and as every time before he turned to find the man. As every other time, his breath caught in his throat. As every other time he burned with the need to be closer. Through the crowds he could see him sitting on a rock, playing as if there was no end in sight. Toying with the music as a cat might play with a mouse, like a rare opportunity, and one that should be embraced and enjoyed to the full.
But tough the music flowed and sung to him as always he couldn’t help but feel the cold words of Kyoraku ring even louder. He was a noble, the heir to a high noble family and head of the clan. To be dependant, nay desperate for the music of one man was weak, and he Byakuya, will not be held at the mercy of his own whims.
And so with a heavy heart he turned and left, hearing the music fade as he walked away, and whishing he could find the weakness to cave in and turn back.
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Well I hope that worked!
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