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dedication: Annie, who is awesome. And who likes all the things I like, which is pretty cool on its own.
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title: ocean stars falling
summary: It's just that you don't exist, anymore. — Hisana, Ichigo/Rukia.

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"Hello, sister."

The words roused Hisana from a very long sleep. She didn't know how long it had been since her younger sister had come for a visit, but it must have been a long time—Rukia had cut her hair.

"I'm sorry it's been so long. I'm—I'll try to come sooner, next time," Rukia said softly. She sat at the foot of Hisana's grave, knees tucked underneath her body, and her hands clasped in her lap. She looked tired but—ah, Hisana thought, I know that glow. Who have you fallen in love with, little one?

"Many things have happened," and though the speech was stiff, the words were honest. "I just… I miss you, nee-san. I don't really remember you, but I miss you."

Oh darling, I'm still here.

And Hisana reached to cup ghostly hands around her sister's cheeks. She knew she would pass through the girl, just as she always had, but her heart ached to hold her and sooth away the worry lines that painted Rukia's face. It was quiet agony, Hisana thought. The restless dead lived a quiet agony, doomed to forever watch and want, trapped in endless loneliness.

Hisana pressed her lips to Rukia's eyes, one at a time, knowing that she felt nothing but a chill wind. Even her husband—but, ah, Hisana could not think of Byakuya without a burning, mindless want taking hold of her stomach and clenching. She loved him so, and would not rest until he chose to.

But Rukia had her attention, at this moment.

"—I can't even tell Byakuya-nii-sama, because… well… I just can't, you know? He's—"

Cold, Hisana finished the statement before Rukia could get the words out, and instead Rukia just nodded, as if she'd heard Hisana's words.

She hesitated before speaking again. "He's vulgar. And rude. And uncouth. And loud. And the whole family would hate him because technically he's not dead but—nee-san, I really like him."

And Hisana knew that look in her sister's eye. Just a little glint, nothing special. But to a woman married into the (cold, forever unfeeling) Kuchiki noble family line, it meant the world. This boy, whoever he was, had turned her little sister's world upside down. It was a relief and a wonder, and Hisana would have to thank him if she ever got the chance.

Rukia was not meant for the Kuchiki. Hisana had always known that. To watch her bloom was a magnificent thing. Hisana touched her sister's hair as a mother might, and smiled into the sky.

"Oi, midget! What're you doing in here?"

Both Hisana and Rukia whipped their heads up, at the same time and in perfect unison. The boy stared at them, utterly confused—and then Hisana realized that he could see her. She almost giggled and pressed a finger to her lips.

Take care of her, yes?

He stared at her, bemused. Rukia's eyes had narrowed. "What are you looking at?"

"I—nothin'. Don't worry about it. You done?"

"Yes. I'll come back, nee-san. I love you."

I love you, too, sweet.

And Hisana watched Rukia cross the graveyard's lolling hills to be with this strange boy with orange hair, and smiled softly. Because he'd seen her, and he would take care of her sister, and it would be alright.

They'll be good for each other, she thought with a yawn.

Hisana sank back down to her grave, and slept.

fin.