Post by kat on Dec 12, 2011 22:03:30 GMT -5
He hadn't been looking for any kind of happiness in the brief blink that is a mortal lifespan, but like most things in life, it found him whether Byakuya was looking for it or not, and it came in the form of a woman.
Sun Young Kim... he found her on a retreat back to proper eastern society, a trip he took as soon as his terminally meager finances would allow it. He visited the Academy there, looking to train the slow heavy flesh of the body he'd been so unceremoniously crammed into into something faster and more manageable, and there she was, practicing with a dummy in the courtyard.
He ignored her at first, no time for such meaningless frivolities, and after his training session and a hot shower, Bya found her waiting for him outside. The woman smiled and immediately struck up a conversation. 'So different from Hisana...', he thought.
Where his first wife was small and delicate, Sun Young was vibrant and full of life. Where Hisana had been soft spoken and shy, Sun Young was vivacious, with a warm laugh that seemed to chase the clouds away from the sky. Truly, he didn't know what hit him.
Though he was truly saddened to have to return to his little shack, which had finally evolved a second room, he immediately set to adding a third, somewhere he could place a proper bed, and at the earliest opportunity possible, he returned to Shang Simla, to bring the woman home with him. The wedding was a quick and no frills affair, and blessedly private, something he'd have considered a luxury back in the Soul Society.
And finally... life was good. Years passed in a blur, and though Byakuya continued to hone his body, his days of fighting Hollows seemed more and more like a distant memory. His lovely wife blessed him with three sons, and before he knew it, the first one was off nearly ready to graduate, and had to sit down with his father to explain the concept of "prom".
After losing himself so completely in this mortal life, after a number of years, he became sharply reminded of its brevity. His movements were slowing again no matter how hard he trained, and everything started to hurt, all the time. Byakuya was healthy. He had that at least, but the creases on his once smooth and creamy skin reminded him every day when he looked in the mirror, that it would not last, and soon, he would have to return...
Sun Young Kim... he found her on a retreat back to proper eastern society, a trip he took as soon as his terminally meager finances would allow it. He visited the Academy there, looking to train the slow heavy flesh of the body he'd been so unceremoniously crammed into into something faster and more manageable, and there she was, practicing with a dummy in the courtyard.
He ignored her at first, no time for such meaningless frivolities, and after his training session and a hot shower, Bya found her waiting for him outside. The woman smiled and immediately struck up a conversation. 'So different from Hisana...', he thought.
Where his first wife was small and delicate, Sun Young was vibrant and full of life. Where Hisana had been soft spoken and shy, Sun Young was vivacious, with a warm laugh that seemed to chase the clouds away from the sky. Truly, he didn't know what hit him.
Though he was truly saddened to have to return to his little shack, which had finally evolved a second room, he immediately set to adding a third, somewhere he could place a proper bed, and at the earliest opportunity possible, he returned to Shang Simla, to bring the woman home with him. The wedding was a quick and no frills affair, and blessedly private, something he'd have considered a luxury back in the Soul Society.
And finally... life was good. Years passed in a blur, and though Byakuya continued to hone his body, his days of fighting Hollows seemed more and more like a distant memory. His lovely wife blessed him with three sons, and before he knew it, the first one was off nearly ready to graduate, and had to sit down with his father to explain the concept of "prom".
After losing himself so completely in this mortal life, after a number of years, he became sharply reminded of its brevity. His movements were slowing again no matter how hard he trained, and everything started to hurt, all the time. Byakuya was healthy. He had that at least, but the creases on his once smooth and creamy skin reminded him every day when he looked in the mirror, that it would not last, and soon, he would have to return...