Byakuya turned and twisted as sweat covered his body. The dream took and placed him beside her. Why was he there? Why was she? He touched her hand, it was warm but not a healthy warm. Rather the one that a dead body would yet have. He felt something slither between his legs, he caught it bởi the throat. She had fangs and smirked at him. "What don't bạn like me like this? Something to destroy. hoặc would bạn rather have me like that? Kind of bạn could say dead. Hmmm.." He paled and tossed her one version across....the....floor. Byakuya grabbed her up in his arms her body limp the color he'd thought was her hair over her shoulder was blood not hair. He grabbed her to him, looking for a way out. None existed. He looked down at her and then floundered as the w...the liquid was not water....blood. It was all blood,but surely it couldn't all have come from her. His toes touched the floor he made for the corner hoping to find some way out. When a voice echoed in the chamber. "Let her go. Let her die. Let her sink down and be no more." Byakuya's soul twisted hard and he shed a tear. "No. I will not." The voice was silent for a moment and then gave him an ultimatum. " Let her go and bạn can have your wife back without the illness that cut her life so short. Come let go of her hoặc let go of your wife. bạn can not have your cake and eat it too after all." The body he had been carrying woke, her hand patted his chest softly her smile sad and understanding. "Let me go, let me go be with my Byakuya. I miss him so much. My Cute Key. My always funny lt." Her eyes slowly sank down. Byakuya gripped her hard. The hole in her tim, trái tim made bởi a sword becoming much thêm visible. His mind flipping through all the Kuchiki names throughout the family histories. "I am the only Byakuya that has ever existed in the Kuchiki family." The words woke him from the dream his arms still in a grip form, with no one in them. His mind trying to catch the dream that was quickly being obscured bởi his waking. The boy he had been pulled on his memory. "Its Captain K. Its my captain! Please save her!" But Byakuya tossed the boy and his pleas into a deeper farther corner of his mind and then built doors thick and heavy between them. Doing so made Byakuya drift back to sleep but this time it was his usual cool and restful sleep.
If some of bạn actually come across my stories and start to read them bạn will notice some do not have any real connection to the continuing story. As I have learned in the past. Pen and pencil tend to fade away on paper hoặc anything else bạn write on. So I come here and write it on a screen and send it out as a pop fly into the audience instead of a trang chủ run.. Don't know if I'll use them hoặc trash them, I just want to make sure if I burn out and leave the story for awhile I have some record of it somewhere I can still read it. I have tons of paper at trang chủ in 20 gallon totes at least 2 hoặc thêm and 5 years in and can no longer read due to the fading. So I hope bạn thoroughly enjoy my scribbles in case I end up having a bad case of multiple personalities due to the people I have living inside my poor drooling brain. Probably why I have terrible spelling and punctuation at times. At least I think I do. Never did get higher then a C average in English.
