She looked around curiously as soon as the door opened and her eyes widened just a bit at how lovely it looked. The way everything was arranged from the very wine colored, comfortable looking couch near the farthest wall to the matching lamps sitting on small tables in the corners of the room. It was all a perfect combination and made her feel as if her this was her home all along. She greatly enjoyed also how he had decided to put a bookshelf full of multiple different titles of books ranging from mystery to romance in human literature.
Byakuya held onto him tightly fighting off the urge to suddenly become emotional over all that he had done. She knew it must have been difficult for him to do such things especially considering this was where that tragedy had occurred so many years ago. How did he do it? Was his love for her and their soon to be child that great? After taking another view of just this room, since she knew he probably had fixed up the entire house she gazed up at him, the sadness that had only reflected in her eyes for a short while had vanished and was replaced by a different emotion.
Her heart beat quickly at the even mere thought that he had been kind enough to do all this and the butterflies in her stomach intensified as she remembered how much she was in love with him. Despite his faults, it did not matter to her, all that did was that at least he felt the same way for her as she did for him. Byakuya breathed in a bit, trying to calm herself down before speaking to him though honestly she had no words for what she had just seen. A soft “A-Aizen…sama…” was the only actual words that left her lips before she leaned up towards the other, kissing him as passionately as she could.
They had entered the home slowly as to not overwhelm the young beauty, his moon, the one who stole his icy cold heart. Love had been such an emotion that he had viciously murdered. He thought he had buried it far into the black abyss called his soul, never to be seen ever again, but then Byakuya came along. It was first her male counterpart, of which he was attracted to, and then her. She had taken his breath away without his approval. The way she walked, talked, and spoke seemed to drive his senses into a frenzy of everything. It had first happened gradually.
Now? He could feel his heart pounding hard against his ribcage as they took the first steps inside. This had been the home of which a great tragedy had left him scarred for the remainder of his life. He took the months that they had been away from one another to wash the floors down to their natural cherry wood coloring. He then repainted all the walls give a fresh touch to them. The man, if he was not already technically dead, probably would have ruined his lungs from the amount of painting he did, staying in the rooms until he had gotten them 100% precise.
He then had gone out and built the bookcases out of wood from the forest in the surrounding area. His hands had gotten splinters galore, even bled out some, but that did not stop him from his task. The man stained the wood to match with the furniture he had gone and made somewhat, but also had searched the world of the living for just the right pieces. The six months that they were apart were perfect to make him banish the darkness that had been lingering around the corners of the home, constantly reminding him of his childhood. Sleep became a foreign thing as he did not sleep for what only seemed like hours really had been days on end.
At night, the moon was his lonely friend, watching as sweat rolled down his back as he sawed at the wood or had all the windows open as he painted. The other light were lamps all around in memorial for his mother and twin brother. Sousuke was the only physical being that lived there, breathed there. His fingers became calloused and had numerous cuts by the time three months had passed by. A smile remained on his pale lips after that moment for that was when the entire house began to come together.
The brown haired shinigami was brought out of his thoughts as his precious moon addressed him. His warm brown eyes looked down at her with nothing but love. As their lips met one another, his lips upturned into a smile. He lowered his arms to wrap around her slim waist, pulling her closer to him, not caring if she could feel his heart that was pounding. He kissed her more firmly after a moment, gently leading her down a hallway that had hand-sanded frames with hand painted images. These images were gorgeous, carefully chosen and painted by the man himself.
He was leading her to the kitchen, to show her what he had done there, knowing that she would love the large windows and the soft cream colored walls. One could think of it as a traditional japanese kitchen with a few modern touches.
