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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: Yay another one! I have been real busy of late O_o I've written like three one shots in less than week... two of which are turning into longer stories >_< I am in so much trouble....
Still regarding this chapter - I wrote it, rewrote it and then rewrote it again, and it still feels perhaps a little over dramatic for me :. Then again I think it keeps up with the style of story... so it's up to you guys if the chapter worked or not :) As always just lemme know ^_^
I usually give shout outs but for now I will just say this: Thank you for all the wonderful comments! They keep me going and I appreciate every single one of them! Here's to awesome reviewers, I hope you enjoy the Chapter!
On with the story :)
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Moonlight Serenade
That night, long after the festival had ended he lay wide awake on his futon, and stared up at the blank ceiling. His heart felt heavy and tired, as if it had dragged a thousand rocks to the top of a mountain peak. But so did his soul, they both felt weary and troubled but Byakuya would not cave in to their desires. It was simply the way of the Kuchiki. They could not afford to be at the mercy of anything. They were a proud people, and to hang onto something so… trivial was foolish and unwise.
Still he could not find sleep. The endless thoughts tortured him long into the night as he tossed and turned trying to find some form of peace.
It would be when the moon was high, and the festival was long past when the sweet notes would come dancing in on the wind. His favourite song, played with such tenderness. He reacted instantly. His heart leapt, and his soul hummed to the tune as it washed over and into him. But he quickly smothered such notions and turned away from the window. What good would it do? He thought. The last time he’d given himself so readily he’d been left with nothing but bitter heart ache.
The song ended and Byakuya breathed a sigh mixed with relief and regret.
Perhaps now it was over, perhaps now it would end once and for all. And finally he could move on, and maybe get some rest-
The high notes pierced the night air once more. It was so close this time that he physically started up from his restless sleep. Byakuya sprang up and went to the window. Sure enough the man was standing across the street, playing happily in the moonlight. It was beautiful music, it was a perfect moment, and Byakuya did not miss the peculiarity of the situation.
Much like a man might sing a sonnet to his lover.
His heart was pounding in his chest. Oh gods, how was he supposed to end this? How could he chase away something that made him feel so alive? He cursed Kyoraku once more for doing this to him. So precious few things he cherished in this world. To have one of them so easily tossed away was painful…
He gritted his teeth and mentally shook himself from such thoughts. He was a Kuchiki and he would end this as his grandfather would have. With honour and pride.
Byakuya grabbed only a coat against the cold before storming out of his house straight to the man who was still playing in the moonlight. As Byakuya stormed onwards he could not help but feel the sudden need rise within him. He had not felt this way in so many years. The bare need for nothing more but closeness and companionship. That one song, that single beautiful tine had undone him so easily, it was frightening.
But his willpower was stronger, and without stopping he reached up and knocked the flute away from his lips.
The Flutist watched him curiously.
“You will wake the household,” he said with as much harshness as he could muster. The flutist, tengai forgone tonight, tilted his head to the left, a frown pulled at his lips as he waited.
“This is over,” Byakuya said, “You will not come here anymore, and I will not seek you out,” he hesitated but his pride pressed on, “I am a Kuchiki, and I will not be governed by a frivolous need for you. I need nothing but my duty and this” he gestured between them, unable to find words to describe exactly what they’d had, “… has gone on for long enough,”
It was as these words clapped in the street that Byakuya’s anger dimmed enough for his senses to pick up information. It was far from warm this evening, and even in his heavy coat Byakuya could feel the cold bite of the winds. And the Flutist, dressed in nothing but rags and bandages, was shivering.
The guilt pushed up in his throat and consumed his pride for a moment. Perhaps the flutist was the only creature in this world that could ever make him feel such emotion, besides Hisana.
The Flutist stood still, only staring. Words would never make this right but standing here in the cold watching this man sacrifice so much of himself for him… it was disconcerting. He’d never known such loyalty, such devotion…
He caught his own thoughts.
He had known it… he had given those exact things to Hissana without thought.
The realization was even more disconcerting than the doubts.
It couldn’t be…
Could it?
He blinked up at him. The Flutist had yet to move since he’d come out, apart from that awful shivering. And in the light of such turmoil, of such unshakeable emotion Byakuya said the first thing that came to him, something he’d been burning to ask for so long.
“Why?” he asked, “Why do all this?”
The Flutist watched him for a long moment. An eternity passed but slowly the Flutist lifted a shaking hand and touched Byakuya’s cheek with much care.
His breath hitched in his throat…
… And was stolen away when the Flutist kissed him.
He couldn’t move. So many sensations and feelings poured into him at that moment that he doubted he could even speak. Cold lips pressed a little firmer and his eyes drifted closed as the bandaged hand slid down to his neck to tilt his head a little higher for better access.
A hot tongue slid across his mouth…
And Byakuya melted.
He opened his mouth and finally tasted the Flutist. He was met with an array of sake, spices and a fruity sweetness that overwhelmed him as he deepened the kiss. His heart pounded, and in his haze he wrapped his arms around the strong neck, drawing them closer and turning the kiss hot with passion. The Flutist in turn shifted his hand down to his hip, squeezing gently and Byakuya let out a soft moan.
Finally the flutist pulled back, leaving them both of gasping for breath, noses still touching just. Byakuya opened his eyes and looked up at him again. The Flutist was smiling softly.
Byakuya returned the smile, and said with laughter in his voice “Again,”
And he happily complied.
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Done! I'm giving this one a break for a while... get to work on some of my annoying one shot plot bunnies -_-
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