Pairing/Characters: Rukia/Kaien, Rukia/Renji, other mentions
Genre: Drama/ Romance
Disclaimer: Tite Kubo owns all things Bleach and Arthur Golden with Memoirs of a Geisha. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
I only own the OCs.
Summary/Notes: This is my first ever written fanfiction. I was inspired by Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha and thought it would be interesting to build a story around it with Bleach characters. Comments are deeply appreciated and would help heaps. Thanks for reading.
Tonight, the chill shower of rain felt odd on her skin. Colder than it should on a beautiful night like this. If she remembered well, the shigatsu moon had poured over celestial torrents of light on the Inuzuri River and lit the beleaguered village a brilliant, lustrous glow. But the cold carried a weight that did not feel right.
She pulled her favorite cloak tighter around her small shoulders as their canoe passed nameless places and faces against the steady wind. She could hear distant chatter of conversations across the bank as people retreated towards refuge away from the pour. Her eyes stung from the cold spray that bounced off her cloak hood creating a fine mist of water that hung on one strand of hair falling between her furrowed brows. Why was she here? Never had she travelled so far from the mountains of Rukongai. There was just no need before.
Confused, she hoped to find her answer in those familiar grey eyes that glittered silver against the reflected moonlight. Her little hands found the familiar curve of another pair and she decided that it did not matter as long as they were together.
As the cruise began to ebb, a series of events flashed by without so much of a word uttered. Out of nowhere, a crushing weight of a dark figure suddenly pulled her against its own; knocking the wind out of her tiny body. It felt as if the entire night sky had fallen and embraced her small frame. With such force, she could have confused the two. Her throat went dry; her limbs could not move, and her grasp slipped from the warmth of home.
The weight of the night had finally caught up and threatened to pull her deeper into its cruel blackness. Every cell in her body paralyzed by a new fear she did not recognize. To herself, her body seemed to weigh twice what it was but like a rag doll, she was hoisted and carried away into the darkness of the 78th district. Every bone in her body cried out in pain but all she felt was the slow, throbbing ache that eclipsed her consciousness.
In the growing distance, she watched the canoe slowly row away.