Adult-FanFiction.org : Bleach

A Requiem Best Unsung	By : ZealousSeraph Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-To Serenade Sorrow
- 2-The Itch
- 1
- 2
Summary: Byakuya Kuchiki pushed all that was him away; his family, his friend's, even his music was cast away after his wife's tragic passing...but what will he do when a certain red haired musician pushes back? Will he be able to keep the itch for melody away? A/U

Warnings: This is yaoi (boyxboy)...if you don't like it, please for the love of all that is mansex, leave now. Also, there's going to be swearing. 'Cause Renji can be rather crude sometimes...

Pairings: ByakuyaxRenji. Hints of past ByakuyaxHisana and RenjixRukia.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, nor the characters within Bleach. It belongs to Kubo Tite, and subsequently, Shonen Jump.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A Requiem Best Unsung

Prologue: To Serenade Sorrow

By Fayette Nudusk

Byakuya Kuchiki, age twenty-seven, was a man full of excuses.
He had an excuse for everything; one for being so cold to others, another for becoming so distant from his younger sister-in-law, Rukia�hell, he even had one for giving up music. Not that he ever spoke any of these excuses to anyone else; they were for him and only him to believe.
Anyone else would see that each of his excuses contained the same name; Hisana.
She had been the start and the end of everything that was him; he had met her in his early twenties and immediately fallen in love. They had married soon after.
Both had a deep love for music, and Byakuya himself was working towards a career in music; He had often played songs on the piano for her, the woman whose voice would frequently join his playing. Nothing made him happier than to hear her voice, rising and dipping to the music he had composed especially for her, using the emotions that she made him feel while they were both together and apart.
However, not long into their marriage, Byakuya had noticed his beautiful wife beginning to take ill more and more often. A cold here, a burst of influenza there, nothing too bad until one day�she just couldn�t stop coughing.
The doctors wouldn�t let him see her for the first few hours, and he had waited longer than he cared to remember in the hospital waiting room, his face held in his hands, waiting for word of what was �wrong� with his lover.
Finally, after what had seemed like days on end to him, they allowed him to see her. He had almost cried just walking through the door to her room; instead of the healthy tone he was used to, her skin was deathly pale, and dark hollows replaced her normally rosy cheeks. Her voice had been so weak when she spoke�he had had to lean close to her just to be able to hear it. He still remembered the way her voice had cracked when she first tried to speak.

�Do I really look that bad, Byakuya?�
�Of course not. You�re as beautiful as always.� He whispered back to her, weakly smiling before straightening up and turning to the doctor. �What happened?�
The doctor had shook his head sadly, placing his clipboard down on a nearby stand. �I don�t know. We took samples of her throat tissue and blood, and are doing tests on them as we speak, but we can�t find anything otherwise that would cause such a thing to happen.�
�I�see.�
�We�ll keep her overnight until the tests are done�you should go home and get some rest, Mr. Kuchiki.�
�I�ll stay here, thank you.� He recalled how hard it had been to sleep that night, and had ended up sleeping in an uncomfortable position in the chair next to Hisana�s hospital bed.
The next day the tests had come back with nothing. No one knew what had caused her to fall so ill. Specialists had even been called in, but even they knew nothing as to what his wife was sick with.
The next day she had been deemed just well enough to be sent home, and Byakuya had been given instructions to give his wife a special medicine to ease her throat if she started to cough again.
Eventually his wife coughed less and less until all had seemed to go back to normal.

�until she had attempted to sing to his music again. After only the first few notes she had doubled over, coughing and coughing into her hands until finally she was reduced to a shaking wreck, standing only because Byakuya was holding her. His remembered his arms had been shaking as he held her.

Byakuya watched her, unable to do anything but stroke her back weakly as she shuddered from the strain of just breathing. After a small time she managed to get down some of the medicine before she had another �fit�, but even most of that came back up as she began to cough again.
Byakuya was horrified when at long last his lover pulled her hands away from her mouth, revealing dark, blood splattered palms.
He had taken her to the hospital repeatedly, only to get the same response. ��We don�t know.�� was all they could say about her mysterious illness.
Hisana apologized again and again for the �trouble� she had been causing for her husband, telling him she would get better soon so that things could go back to normal again. His response had always been the same; �Don�t worry about it, Hisana; this will all pass soon, just as you said. Thing�s will be better, I promise�.
He could say this as many times as he wanted, he could promise her an infinite number of times, but that still didn�t make it true.
It happened in late August.

Byakuya could bring to mind exactly how many leaves had been falling outside the kitchen window that afternoon, he could being to mind the precise tune the autumn birds had been singing, he could remember the day so vividly sometimes he thought it might be happening all over again.
It was only a few weeks before their second anniversary; everything seemed to have returned to normal yet again.
Even though Byakuya had offered to get a job other than his freelance music career, Hisana had insisted she go back to work as the president of her interior decorating company, although she had many assistants to do any work that required much talking.
He was in the kitchen cooking her favourite soup when he heard it; that heart shattering cry of pain. He had rushed out of the well-furnished kitchen to the cozy living room, not even bothering to turn off the oven before leaving.

He found her gasping for air on the floor, the couch�s side table knocked onto it�s side, papers everywhere. It had probably been knocked over from when she fell to the ground.
She began to cough blood up again, desperately trying to gasp for air in between coughs. He had grabbed the phone, immediately dialing the emergency number and telling the operator his wife couldn�t breath, and to send an ambulance. His eyes never left his wife�s shaking body.
�By-Byakuya�� Hisana had gasped weakly, eyes overflowing with tears as she clung weakly to him, shaking, struggling to breath. He pulled her onto his lap, cradling her like a sick babe.
�Shh,� He had murmured, feeling his eyelashes grow heavy with unshed tears. �Save your breath. I�m here�don�t worry.� He buried his face in her raven coloured hair; he didn�t want her to see the tears that were now freely flowing down his face.
In retrospect, Byakuya realized that that had been the only occasion he had ever prayed. He wasn�t a very religious man, rather thinking the whole thing preposterous, but that time he had prayed; He had prayed that anyone, anything save his wife�s fading life.

�Please�don�t take her away from me�please�� he had pleaded desperately to no one, rocking back and forth slowly in an attempt to calm the woman he was holding. To calm himself.
They both knew it was coming.
��I�m sorry...� She whispered suddenly, her voice barely audible.
�There is�� he paused to choke back a sob. �Nothing for you to be sorry about, Hisana.� He pulled back to look at her face. She was gaunt, her eyes fluttering open and closed.

He kissed her forehead, stroked her hair, and he whispered comforting things into her ear.
Byakuya remembered her last words to him clearly; he remembered the exact way each syllable had sounded as it left her mouth, the way his voice quavered as he responded to what had been her final words.
��I love you too, Hisana.�
--------------------------------------------------

A/N: Sooo~ I thought this story needed a prologue because...Byakuya seems to dwell on the past often when it comes to Hisana--even in the actual series--so I felt you guys should at least know somewhat what he went through that made him so cold. In this fiction, at least.

...Oh, and if you were wondering, there will be no cutting in this fiction.

-And and much as it doesn't seem like it now, this is a ByakuyaxRenji. XD bear with me...
P.S.~ I love reviews, they made me type feverishly. :D
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Requiem Best Unsung