Blurb:
They all belong to the four great noble houses of the Soul Society. Yet their fortunes could not be more different. The Kuchiki family remains the foremost of the four noble houses in the Seireitei, while the Shiba clan has long since fallen into decline. Even the commoners of Rukongai have forgotten that the Shiba name once belonged to one of the four great houses. The two, once as close as brothers, were separated when the Shiba family moved away from the Seireitei, and their paths diverged.
Kuchiki Byakuya’s reluctance to part brought them together again, but the arrival of Hisana became a knot in both their hearts that could never be undone. After loss, confusion, and suspicion, Hisana went to the Kuchiki family, while Shiba Kaien died in a battle against a Hollow.
Looking at Hisana’s photograph and at Kurosaki Ichigo, who looked so much like Kaien, Byakuya felt a stirring in his heart.
“Kaien, you never understood, did you?”
Once you’ve experienced looking down from on high, you can never forget the view. The exhilaration of that height is impossible to resist.
The completed short historical danmei story, Waiting for the Clear Return
I want to write Pili fanfiction.
Theme:
I really like the story, especially the ending.
Come on~
5555555555. The big Byakuya is a bit out of shape, but the folds are quite touching. Maybe this is the Byakuya we don't see on screen.
Byakuya's writing is out of style. I can't tell that he is Byakuya. He was the irritable and yelling demon cat when he was a child. He grew up to be indifferent and gentle.
Although I thought that there would be no miracle, I still freely wrote this step and waited
I was so excited about what I just wrote that I forgot to rate it. I'm going to catch it now. Please don't mind that the word count this time is a little short.
I just discovered this article today. I have always felt that these two people love each other very much. The bond between them should not be simple. Thank you for giving us such a beautiful story. Now that we are here, it seems that we are not far from the end. So, I want to know if Haiyan doesn't know it until the end. The god of death has an almost infinite life. After one party dies, the other party has to bear endless longing. I don't want such longing to be filled with only regret and despair. My lord, please feel free to… Author's reply:
Thank you in advance, never. Although this article was only written because of my love for these two people, and I didn't expect others to resonate when they read it, I was still very touched when I saw your message today. In Dabai's cp, Haiyan has always been It's very declining, but in the few pitiful appearances of Haiyan, I couldn't ignore his existence. His appearance in Lu also moved me very much. Because of the old four nobles, I felt that his and Byakuya's temperaments were naturally complementary, (laughs). Now I am also very confused about how to write the ending. Because it is a fanfic, there is no way to change the final death of Haiyan, so I have been delaying it for a month, and I can't bear to let Haiyan die.
The song "Sakura Hiyori" in the background was written with Byakuya's mentality in mind, and it was unexpectedly appropriate for the occasion.
I often think that deep in despair there should be hope...
I frowned and went to look for the owner of this voice -----------------
Embarrassed
Let's modify it, it will affect the mood of reading the article. The author's reply:
Oops, haha, I was lazy and uploaded it without reading it again today, sorry! Thank you for reminding me
Alas... Author's reply:
Hey, what does hey mean? I was so scared to say it. . . .
Ah... Is Byakuya really a man?
Very nice. Cried so much.
I really like the story, especially the ending. Come on~
5555555555. The big Byakuya is a bit out of shape, but the folds are quite touching. Maybe this is the Byakuya we don't see on screen.
Byakuya's writing is out of style. I can't tell that he is Byakuya. He was the irritable and yelling demon cat when he was a child. He grew up to be indifferent and gentle.
Although I thought that there would be no miracle, I still freely wrote this step and waited
I was so excited about what I just wrote that I forgot to rate it. I'm going to catch it now. Please don't mind that the word count this time is a little short.
I just discovered this article today. I have always felt that these two people love each other very much. The bond between them should not be simple. Thank you for giving us such a beautiful story. Now that we are here, it seems that we are not far from the end. So, I want to know if Haiyan doesn't know it until the end. The god of death has an almost infinite life. After one party dies, the other party has to bear endless longing. I don't want such longing to be filled with only regret and despair. My lord, please feel free to… Author's reply: Thank you in advance, never. Although this article was only written because of my love for these two people, and I didn't expect others to resonate when they read it, I was still very touched when I saw your message today. In Dabai's cp, Haiyan has always been It's very declining, but in the few pitiful appearances of Haiyan, I couldn't ignore his existence. His appearance in Lu also moved me very much. Because of the old four nobles, I felt that his and Byakuya's temperaments were naturally complementary, (laughs). Now I am also very confused about how to write the ending. Because it is a fanfic, there is no way to change the final death of Haiyan, so I have been delaying it for a month, and I can't bear to let Haiyan die. The song "Sakura Hiyori" in the background was written with Byakuya's mentality in mind, and it was unexpectedly appropriate for the occasion. I often think that deep in despair there should be hope...
I frowned and went to look for the owner of this voice ----------------- Embarrassed Let's modify it, it will affect the mood of reading the article. The author's reply: Oops, haha, I was lazy and uploaded it without reading it again today, sorry! Thank you for reminding me
Alas... Author's reply: Hey, what does hey mean? I was so scared to say it. . . .