Bloody Moon | xrenjixabaraix
He’s not sure where he went wrong. There were so many possibilities, but still, Byakuya was a captain and a captain fights until the bitter end. They’re in the middle of a war after all, and no matter how battered he is, Byakuya will stand on his feet. It’s his duty and all whom threaten the soul society should be exterminated.
Yet he’d sustained many injuries. How he remained on his feet through the battle was a miracle, but the adrenaline soon seeped out of his body. He’s quite broken in fact, hardly able to keep his eyes open. No doubt the nearest healer was fussing over him. Byakuya could hardly tell whom was by him, he was so weak. However, he’s proud of himself, proud of how durable he is to have fought in his condition. Perhaps his luck ran out just a little bit.
Consciousness slowly slipped away as red, sticky blood pooled all around him. By the way he felt, Byakuya felt that perhaps his time was at hand. Though he felt a dull ache, he was surprised there wasn’t more pain. Perhaps the giddy sensation he felt had blocked his ability to acknowledge his own injuries. He’s not certain, but he knew that logically he was in no state to help himself. That much was certain as his bankai had disappeared. Perhaps the Kuchiki Clan will end with him, the blood line that is.
An odd thought to think at a time like this, but Byakuya left no legitimate air behind. If he dies now, his house will with him–or so he assumes. Maybe they’ll be desperate enough to approach his sister, but he doubted it.
A small laugh seemed to burst from him. How long it seemed since he last shared a laugh. Byakuya’s sure that now death is closing in on him given how cold he felt and the exhaustion which he felt deep in his bones.
There were hands on him. Byakuya assumed that the healer was trying to keep him alive and stable. How terrible it would be to lose another captain, but soon he’d join Hisana in the after life. Such a thought was not unpleasant. Rukia had the security of his name and her friends. He’d lived a comfortable life, and he loved and lost and done many things. In terms of fame, he was the most powerful head of the Kuchiki Clan and earned his spot as captain. What more could he want?
His vision was fuzzy and unfocused. No longer able to see shapes, Byakuya could only see colors. There was something red before him and he wondered what? In the haze of his mind, the nobleman thought it could be Renji. Perhaps it was and if not perhaps his death bed wish would be sent to him.
There was a fair amount to be said to his lieutenant. His mind and mouth worked to barely get them out. “Renji… Don’t waste your time on me… Rukia, go and protect Rukia…”
His thoughts were mostly disconnected, but he had one last thing to say to him. “I’m sorry… You deserve…respect.”