Author's note:

Well, this is my first fanfic, and it is about my favourite couple in Bleach! Yeah to ByaXHisana!
I haven't gotten to Byakuya yet in this chapter, and I doubt I will until a few chapters later, since I really want to explore Hisana's character first.
Do send me any comments, opinions or suggestions you have! I actually have a plot in mind, but I am open to ideas from anyone! And yes, about updates, I aim to update once a week so stay tuned!

Currently playing:
Nothing can be explained - Bleach OST

Lady Kuchiki


Pink petals floated down from the blooming sakura tree that spring afternoon. Hisana remembered leaning against the trunk of the tree, and closing her eyes as she took in the light fragrance in the cool, refreshing air. A little hand tugged at her sleeves, "nee... nee". She opened her eyes and looked down to see that little Rukia had managed to crawl over and sat herself by her side. Her big violet eyes met Hisana's. A petal had fallen onto the tip of her little nose. Rukia wrinkled her nose and gave a big sneeze, her little body falling back from the force of the sneeze, eliciting laughter from everyone around them.

"You little creature! Come back here to Mama!" Hisana saw her mother clap her hands and stretch them out towards Rukia. Rukia positioned herself back to sitting position and regained her grip on the sleeve of Hisana's kimono. "Nee.. nee.." Rukia's hands were outstretched towards Hisana. Hisana laughed and picked up her little sister, hugging her tight towards her chest. "I've got you now little Rukia." She said rubbing her forehead against that of the little face's, triggering giggles from Rukia.

She looked up and saw her mother smiling at her, her father beaming proudly as he looked on at his two beautiful daughters.

"She would have made quite a samurai if she had been a boy, that little tomboy Rukia." Her father said, sighing a little at the thought.

"But my dear, how could you wish for anything else?" her mother scolded gently, giving her father a mock look of disapproval. "Think of how beautiful our daughters are! How our Hisana has grown up to be such a lovely and kind young lady!" Her mother smiled at Hisana, her eyes glowing with pride. Hisana blushed at her mother's compliment. She lowered her eyes and pursed her lips together, holding back a big smile that would have been deemed uncouth.

"And how," her mother continued, "our little Rukia is so lively and full of tricks everyday!"

Rukia, who had been playing with her tiny fingers, looked up at the recognition of her name and hiccuped. More laughter from the family followed.

Hisana hugged Rukia tighter to her chest, breathing in that soft baby smell of her sister. She held her tight, as if clinging on to this moment of peaceful joy, that, unbeknown to her, would shatter only too soon.


It all happened very quickly. A servant had come forward and whispered in her father's ears, his face tense with anxiety. She saw her father frown at first, then his face turned ashen grey. He turned to her mother now, speaking in a low voice. Her mother, always composed and ready for all types of situations, nodded. She turned to Hisana.

"Hisana dear, wrap up Rukia in her pink shawl and collect your bag. We must go now." She said, keeping her voice as calm as possible.

Hisana remained there, perplexed. What was going on?

"Stand up Hisana! Can't you hear what your mother has just told you to do?" Her father hissed, trying hard to keep from raising his voice.


Hisana scampered to her feet, rushing to pick up Rukia's shawl and hastily wrapped up her sister. Rukia cooed, oblivious to the cloud of anxiety that was looming over her family. Hisana had only just began packing away the food on the mat when her heard her mother cry over to her, "Leave that dear. We don't have time for it. Let's go already."

Her father had drawn his sword, and so have the servants. They were standing in a semi-circle, blocking the path back to the mansion.

"This way Hisana!" Her mother motioned for her to come over to the other side of the path, the one that led to the lake.

"What about father?"

"Go Hisana!" Her father said roughly. She saw him turn back a little, glancing over at her, his dark eyes unreadable, and his large figure set in battle position. "Quickly!"

Hisana was scared and confused.

The afternoon sun still shone gently over the garden and the petals from the sakura tree continued to drift lifelessly onto the ground. The birds were still chirping away... but their previously soft, melodious song that had cooed Rukia to sleep earlier was now a twisted discord.

Hisana blinked back tears of fright and confusion, and hurried over to her mother's side. They turned back now with one last glance at her father before running, as fast as the confinement of their kimonos allowed, into the woods.


"Mama," Hisana whispered, panting in between words, "where are we going?".

"We are heading towards the junk. We need to get to the other side of the lake, to your uncle's estate."

"What is happening, Mama?"

"It has happened, Hisana. The peasant revolt."

"But why do they revolt against father? He has been very good to them. Uncle had said that father was very popular with the people on his estate."

"It was incited, this revolt. I am not sure myself what is going on yet. But when we get to your uncle's place, we shall know. We will be safe there."

Her father's younger brother had temporarily taken over the estate across the lake after the recent, unexpected death of her grandfather, to tend to things there while her father take over the new responsibilities as the head of the family.

They were merely minor nobles, in a prefecture far from Kyoto. But throughout the seventeen years of her young life, Hisana had known no wants. She was brought up the way a proper young lady of the era would be. She had taken classes in tea ceremony, etiquette, calligraphy and painting. She did not feel that her embroidery was outstanding... they were usually embroideries of little woodland creatures, instead of flowers. But they were popular among the servant-girls. In fact, the little pink shawl which Rukia was wrapped in was one of her "celebrated works". It was that of a rabbit, with two dots for eyes and straight rabbit ears. However much her mother had shaken her head in disbelief and amusement when she saw the shawl, she did admit that it was a rather endearing portrayal of a rabbit.

In a distance, Hisana could see a figure standing in the shade of the trees. There was a glimmer from something that he was holding in his hand.

Hisana heard her mother gasp.

"The other way Hisana!" She held on tight to her daughter's wrist, steering her onto another path.

But they were there already, on the other end.

Seeing no other way to go, her mother ran towards the stone steps that lead to a little cottage uphill.

"We must try to get to the cottage before the men catch up, and lock ourselves in, do you understand? This is our only chance of survival now." Hisana nodded, too tired from running and numbed from the absurdity of the situation to think.

Almost reaching the top, Hisana turned around to see that none of the men had bothered running after them. They were still positioned where they had been before.

They now reached the top, but did not stop running towards the cottage. Rukia stirred in Hisana's arms, the little golden necklace bearing her name, a gift from their grandfather to every child born in the family, shimmered on her neck.

Hisana looked up as her mother paused to take out a ring of keys from her purse.

"Mama," Somebody was standing in front of the cottage, walking towards the gate.

"Mama, it is Uncle."

Hisana's mother stopped fumbling with the keys and turned her head up sharply.

"Nee-san, what is your rush?" Her uncle asked, a small smile on his face.

"Hiroshi-kun," Her mother looked anxiously at her uncle Shi. "Hurry up and open the gate. The peasants are coming to get us."

"Oh really Nee-san?" Her uncle, now within an arm's length from them, asked softly.

Hisana looked at him, not understanding anything that was going on. Uncle was not acting like his usual boyish cheerful self.

"But they are already here, Nee-san." Her uncle said as a few figures emerged from behind the bushes and trees. "And there is nothing much you can do."

Her mother's eyes widened as realisation dawned upon her.

"You plotted this?" She whispered.

Her uncle, now standing outside the gate, had a hand on Rukia's head. He brushed a finger down her cheeks.

Hisana moved back a step, pulling her sister away from him, terrified. Incoherent thoughts swam in her head. Her uncle had incited the peasants to revolt against them? Her uncle had wanted them killed?

"How are you Hisana," He asked, his eyes, cold, pierced into hers, "my dear niece!" He sneered as he suddenly took hold of her wrist, the other arm yanking Rukia away.

Hisana gasped sharply. "Rukia!!" She cried.

The sudden force that had pulled Rukia away had shocked the little girl so much that she started wailing. Hiroshi threw the pink bundle to one of the peasants and pushed Hisana towards them, making her fall onto the ground.

"Get rid of the children." He growled.

"Nooo!!" Her mother rushed forward, only to be blocked by another peasant. "Nooo... " Her mother cried, tears spilling out from her eyes as she began to lose hold of the terror that had been raging inside her. "Please Hiroshi-kun! Please! Spare the children. I'll do anything. You can do anything. But please spare the children!" Her mother begged, sobbing as she collapsed onto her knees.

Before she could continue looking on, sitting there on the ground, stupefied, a peasant woman began yanking Hisana by her hair towards the cliff. "Stop! Please stop!" Hisana yelped in pain. She tried to stand up and walk faster so that the yanking would cease but the confinements of her kimono failed her. Her eyes brimmed with tears from the pain.

Her mother and uncle now disappeared from view and the little cottage is reduced to a dot. The only thing she was aware of was Rukia, whose earlier wailing had weakened to small whimpers.

The woman let go of her hair roughly, pulling down the green and pink ribbon that had tied up the sides of her hair into a neat ponytail. Hisana fell and turned around, just to see, as if in slow motion, the pink bundle being thrown up. The peasant who had been holding Rukia drew up his sword, ready to pierce it through her sister's tiny body.

Hisana gasped, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She got up and pushed past the peasant woman, running over to knock down the man.

She caught Rukia. But before she could steady herself on the ground, the peasant who had just been knocked over slapped her hard in rage, pushing her over the cliff.

As she fell, Hisana remembered hugging Rukia close to her chest. Her eyes were shut. She could hear the gushing of the wind, loud against her ears, and Rukia's frail sobs.

Then, the world became blank.