Just a tiny bleach drabble, wrote it this morning, I think it's fine.

Please review, lately none of my new postings have reviews, and it's thrown me into a funk...

I don't own Bleach, but I frequently have dreams about it.

This wasn't love.

They both loved him, the taichou, the beloved Kuchiki-sama.

They wanted him like lilies yearned for sun, how the moon loves the night, how the bird longs for song.

But he was untouchable, like the moon reflected in water, far beyond their reach, their aching left to themselves.

It was why this arrangement occurred.

Surely, both could have found more willing, realistic, partners, both this love was reserved for him, to raise the hopes of others would be foolish.

Thus, each satisfied the other, they met, everyday, in the cover of darkness, and when daylight broke, they parted, each to their own private obsession of Byakuya Kuchiki.