Beneath the clouds, immense mist swirls everywhere.
Every clear image fades from view.
It seeped into my memories and buried the moment we first met.
And the one who set in motion the hymn of praise to passing years
was London's one-of-a-kind fog.
A Byakuya and Rukia pairing, happy ending. My writing is terrible, and the characters are wildly out of character... That's all.
I've started another Bleach fanfic. As unbelievably short as ever, a spur-of-the-moment piece. First posted at the Byakuya and Rukia Club on Dushou
