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thewisechild) wrote2025-01-04 06:40 am
thewisechild) wrote2025-01-04 06:40 am
Entry tags:
fic: narratives (bleach x-over)
NARRATIVES
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He is waiting for Honda by the marketplace, when he sees her.
Since her attack on him months and months prior, Kiyoaki has steadily pushed her from his mind, an exercise he's rightly proud of. Although he doesn't go with his father, of course, he has begun frequenting the same brothels in Rukongai and perhaps as a result of that, he has started feeling a certain distaste for women altogether. None of those cheap girls display half the elegance that Satoko possessed, that emblem of high-class and noble birth. He has looked high and low for it, but not found its match anywhere.
That little detail has irritated him to no end.
Then, he hears the people around him excitedly mutter, Kuchiki-sama's wife, look! - and although he knows who he will see, Kiyoaki cannot help look. She is wearing an early fall design on her kimono, as if she alone is the herald of the changing seasons, it would be like her, to see that as her job, wouldn't it? Kiyoaki follows her with his eyes, far enough away that he can easily watch her in discretion from behind a vendor's stall.
She is whispering to a servant girl, looking at silk fabrics while tasting a small portion of seasoned rice, scooping one bite up with her fingers before the servant takes the plate and gives her a cloth to wipe her hands in. The journey from hand to mouth makes Kiyoaki feel suddenly swept away on a wave of ceaseless desire. He's done things with the girls in Rukongai that Satoko never let him do back then, out of respect for her family's wishes for her, and now that he knows what it feels like, he can't help imagine... wonder...
If she'd just have given herself over to him, wholly and fully!
Behind him, two elderly ladies, sitting in a soup stall, are leaning out to look at Satoko, too, one whispering to the other, it must be a sign of a successful marriage, when a wife looks so beautiful, what do you say, Yuumi-san?
She must be very happy, Yuumi-san replies.
Kiyoaki stares and stares at the "happy wife" until she disappears around a corner, silk fabrics in tow. Things he'd never been able to even buy her, she now gets for free, merely due to some noble bastard's name?
Before Honda arrives, Kiyoaki has left without a word.
Since her attack on him months and months prior, Kiyoaki has steadily pushed her from his mind, an exercise he's rightly proud of. Although he doesn't go with his father, of course, he has begun frequenting the same brothels in Rukongai and perhaps as a result of that, he has started feeling a certain distaste for women altogether. None of those cheap girls display half the elegance that Satoko possessed, that emblem of high-class and noble birth. He has looked high and low for it, but not found its match anywhere.
That little detail has irritated him to no end.
Then, he hears the people around him excitedly mutter, Kuchiki-sama's wife, look! - and although he knows who he will see, Kiyoaki cannot help look. She is wearing an early fall design on her kimono, as if she alone is the herald of the changing seasons, it would be like her, to see that as her job, wouldn't it? Kiyoaki follows her with his eyes, far enough away that he can easily watch her in discretion from behind a vendor's stall.
She is whispering to a servant girl, looking at silk fabrics while tasting a small portion of seasoned rice, scooping one bite up with her fingers before the servant takes the plate and gives her a cloth to wipe her hands in. The journey from hand to mouth makes Kiyoaki feel suddenly swept away on a wave of ceaseless desire. He's done things with the girls in Rukongai that Satoko never let him do back then, out of respect for her family's wishes for her, and now that he knows what it feels like, he can't help imagine... wonder...
If she'd just have given herself over to him, wholly and fully!
Behind him, two elderly ladies, sitting in a soup stall, are leaning out to look at Satoko, too, one whispering to the other, it must be a sign of a successful marriage, when a wife looks so beautiful, what do you say, Yuumi-san?
She must be very happy, Yuumi-san replies.
Kiyoaki stares and stares at the "happy wife" until she disappears around a corner, silk fabrics in tow. Things he'd never been able to even buy her, she now gets for free, merely due to some noble bastard's name?
Before Honda arrives, Kiyoaki has left without a word.