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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: Okay the reason I haven't been updating is because my brother is an evil genius. He gave me 152 episodes of Fairy Tail... and I watched them all in a week's time. Damn him. So I am very sorry I took so long. It's just when I start watching a series, I just HAVE to know what's going to happen next... sorry >_< But here's an update! :)
On this chapter... I wrote this when I was very down, so I think that kinda shines through. So if it's not up to par with the other chapters, as always please let me know I always appreciate all your help.
Thanks and enjoy! :)
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Blind
What a strange sensation this was. He’d never felt such an overwhelming joy and perfect serenity in his life. As if nothing could ruin it, as if he could leap into the sky and grab a moon beam to hold. Byakuya had never been a man to lose himself to flights of fancy. But every few hours or so, his mind would drift, and he would think back to that night.
The cool night air, the moonlight, the strong arms, the hands, the warm chest and those perfect lips.
Though days had passed since he’d last seen him, he could still taste him and if he closed his eyes the sweet scent would still cling to the air. Byakuya Kuchiki was… content. It was such a strange occurrence, such a strange feeling, this feeling of joy, ease, serenity and life…
This feeling of bliss.
Yes, bliss. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this way. But he was almost certain it was with Hisana, and even then he could remember an underlining sadness of watching her whither away.
He sighed.
No, there was no feeling he could compare this to. It was unique.
Thunder rumbled as the dark clouds rolled in. The sky was darkening quickly in the late afternoon, and Byakuya could feel the storm ready to explode. He watched the sky and wondered if the Flutist would come tonight. He’d never been known for his patience and he yearned to feel him again.
The waiting was killing him.
“Captain?”
Byakuya blinked and turned away from the window to look at his frowning Lieutenant.
“Yes Renji?”
“Um…Are you alright?”
Byakuya paused, he stared at him a moment before reaching for his brush to continue with his report. “Yes I feel well,” he said. “Why?”
“Well it’s just… um…”
He listened to the awkward silence and just barely refrained from smiling at his Lieutenants discomfort. He couldn’t find any anger in him today.
“If you can not complete a sentence Renji, then please refrain from speaking until you can,”
“You’re happy,” he blurted out. Byakuya blinked, then turned to look at him and in Renji’s dark eyes he could see nothing but concern and perhaps a little fear. His new behaviour was worrying his division? Well, that was interesting to say the least, and if he were to guess probably his sister as well. But he didn’t care. Nothing in the world could make him turn away this feeling.
“Is it a crime?” he asked and turned back to his report, leaving a very confused and worried lieutenant to his work.
Evening came soon enough and Byakuya headed out with a polite nod to his Lieutenant and a “Take tomorrow off,” over his shoulder. He’d smiled faintly at the shocked look on his subordinates face. He’d forgotten how much fun it was to tease people. The winds whipped violently as he stepped out into the cold night. Taking a moment he breathed in the electric air. The clouds rumbled, lightning flash but the rain had yet to fall.
It wouldn’t be long now. The night air was crisp with the promise of it.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be tonight but he could wait another day or two. He would be patient, he thought as he headed down the path that led to his home. If anything he could wait at least a week, no matter how torturous it might be. He turned a corner, the gates to his home now in view…
… and stopped dead. Just above the wind, a small whisper of a note dancing with the roaring gales. He found the ability to move lost to him, and just basked in the beautiful sound. Honestly he was acting like a star struck lover. But if he was, was that such a bad thing? In the circumstances he decided no, it wasn’t and charged as fast as his legs could carry him to the forest.
Thunder clapped, lightning flashed and moments later he entered the clearing,
The flutist stood in the middle, the song dancing around him as did the winds, and Byakuya took the moment and watched him play. He swayed to the music, the winds dancing about him, grabbing the tendrils of hair and whipping it about his face. Byakuya leaned against the tree and just listened, his heart and souls now content. Kyoraku’s words had long ago disappeared and their sharp spines had faded to dull nubs. He had found comfort in the most unlikely of places, and he had decided that nothing will deny him this happiness.
He had lost enough in his life time to warrant a little selfishness.
The song came to a close and Byakuya opened his eyes, he waited a moment and then stepped closer. The Flutist turned to meet him, a smile gracing his lips and without pause Byakuya reached up and kissed him. He could feel the surprise but he didn’t care, he held him until the shock melted away and the Flutist returned the gesture in kind.
Byakuya hummed into the kiss and slid his hands into heavy locks. The same fruity taste laced his lips, the hint of sake lesser this time but still there, and he lost himself in that aroma.
Things were quickly heating up. The wooden flute had long ago clattered to the ground and those freed hands drifted everywhere over his body. Touching every inch and carefully started to undo his obi. His robes fell open and he gasped when bandaged hands drifted over his skin. He wrapped a hand around his neck and kissed him again drinking in the sweet taste that was quickly becoming a delicious drug.
The Flutist pulled away, and Byakuya let out a small moan of regret. He looked at him and smiled as the Flutist watched him with hidden eyes.
“What?” he asked, annoyed their previous activities had been halted. But the Flutist smiled that beautiful smile, kissed Byakuya’s hand and reached up behind his own head. Byakuya frowned but moments later bandages cascaded downward, slowly revealing parts of a face.
Ice ran through Byakuya’s veins, cold unrelenting fear.
“Stop!” he said and wrenched free to turn away from him. A stiff silence followed in which the winds howled, and the thunder clapped. The flutist hadn’t moved. He didn’t even know this man.
He didn’t want to know him. To him it didn’t matter who was behind the beautiful music, only that the music, and now the man gave him comfort. But no ordinary man with faults and blemishes could do that, only the flutist. He needed that clean slate that offered nothing more but comfort. He had no character to make a real connection with and no face to make him feel guilty. He loved the flutist but because he was a blank slate. Because he was a reflection of nothing but sensation…
He realized then that he didn’t want anything else.
“Do not show me your face,” he said, closing his obi, “I need not know your identity,”
He felt a hand touch his shoulder but he still didn’t turn.
“Bya-“
“Don’t!” his voice clapped in the trees, echoing and echoing until it died away beyond the walls.
Silence reigned for a long time. He felt the hand slide away and when nothing else happened he turned around to find he was a lone. No song drifted on the wind, and no hymn and Byakuya felt a sense of dread pool in his stomach. He wanted to call out to him but what would he call? He had no name, he didn’t know what to say even if he did call out.
So he stood there in the winds for a long time, until the thunder dimmed and the rain began to pour. It soaked him through, drenching his hair and coat but he still didn’t make a move to find shelter. His thoughts running through him on frenzied wings. Byakuya had fallen in love with an icon, with a sensation an emotion that had turned into a drug.
A need.
But the flutist had fallen in love with him.
He looked up to the pouring heavens, and silently wondered; how could he have been so blind?
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Done! Now it's off to Forged Confessions! :D
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