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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 16, 2015 16:57:09 GMT -6
Ichigo nodded and rubbed at his hair again. “Kita, do you mind if I ask you something before we head back?”
Kita looked to Ichigo. “You know you can ask me anything, Ichi.”
Vacanze was about to walk out of the bathroom when he halted and turned slowly to look at Ichigo. The look on his face was both curious and daring. As if telling him to choose his words carefully. Several possible questions crossed his mind. None of them he liked very much. Then again, Ichigo wasn’t as predictable to him as he was to the others. He watched them carefully. Barely blinking.
Ichigo flinched at the warning look in Vacanze’s red eyes. It was kind of intimidating… and with what he had to ask… he hoped that look didn’t change into something worse. Hopefully…. if Kita reacted in a wrong way… he had a better hold of his temper now than a couple years ago.
He looked over to Kita with a cautious gaze. “Did it help? This craziness? Did it help your depression and well… more bad stuff.”
Vacanze blinked then turned back around, shaking his head. I don’t get Shinigami. I don’t get humans. And I certainly don’t get Ichigo Kurosaki.
“Smooth, Subman,” Vacanze muttered softly.
Ichigo blushed again. “It’s late. Give me a break.” He looked to Kita and waited for her answer.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 16, 2015 17:08:24 GMT -6
Kita sighed looking to her feet then back to Ichigo. “It’s odd, but…” Kita sighed again and looked across the hall then to Vacanze and back to Ichigo. “Sadly. Yes. It did.” Her head then shook slightly.
“I can’t explain it. I don’t know how it worked, but I know while I was drunk nothing mattered. All the weight I had on my shoulders just disappeared. All the haunting memories melted away. I was to the point that if Aizen would have appeared in front of me and tried to grabbed me...” Her head shook again.
“I would not have cared. I would have laughed at him and dared him to try.” She looked between the two again. “I guess with being so relaxed my mind opened up to things all the bad stuff was blocking out. Things I had heard hundreds of times from everyone here and while we were all talking in the soul society. I kept hearing them tell me. ‘Aizen’s dead’... ‘He can’t hurt you anymore’ ... ‘Aizen’s dead’ … ‘It’s in the past, leave it there’ ... ‘Aizen’s dead’ … ‘Aizen’s dead’. and I guess it finally sunk in. Aizen is dead. He can’t hurt me anymore. He can’t hurt the people I love. Anymore. And I know in time. Sometime. Gin will come from his coma and I will get to be with him again.”
She looked at them again a wide warm smile across her lips. “I am sorry I put you guys through that.” She then looked to Ichigo, “and I am sorry I can’t be more clear on how it helped. I just know it did and now I can move past what I went through two years ago.” She giggled slightly, “but I would not recommend this path to anyone.” She groaned softly drawing her hand to her head. “I know tomorrow is going to be hell.”
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on May 16, 2015 17:09:05 GMT -6
“You shouldn’t be sorry for something that keeps you from being depressed. True, it could have gone differently. But if it helped your depression, then maybe this was meant to be. Maybe they were meant to give you more than you could handle. Maybe we were supposed to be here with you to help you through it. But even if it weren’t meant to be, I’m glad it did serve a better purpose than the possible consequences, and I’m definitely glad we were here to keep you from unknowingly killing yourself.”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 16, 2015 18:45:56 GMT -6
Ichigo nodded in agreement, smiling. “He’s right. Despite the riskiness of this, if it made you feel better, it wasn’t a total disaster.” Suddenly his smile turned frightened and he paled. “And maybe that will be enough for Kisuke not to kill us.”
“No one is going to kill anyone. A little cover up and all will be well.” Kita shrugged. “I had a lot on my mind and you two helped me through it. No lying, but no details. Simple as that.”
As they walked down the stairs and to the front door, Vacanze piped up, “I’m assuming that means mum’s the word about the strip poker?” Vacanze jutted out his lower lip.
They halted. Kita’s eyes went wide and Ichigo started sputtering and blushing. “Y-y-you dumbass! Why would you bring that up!?”
“Strip poker?!!” Kita exclaimed.
“Yes. You invited us to play a game of strip poker with you. I was all for it, but Ichigo was all, ‘nooo! We’ll diiiiie!’”
“Duh! Of course! You KNOW how many people would want our heads for playing that with Kita, drunk or not!”
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on May 16, 2015 18:46:37 GMT -6
Vacanze sneered at Ichigo as he opened the door. “You’re just nervous about seeing Kita naked, Mr. I-Blush-At-Pretty-Much-Everything.”
As if on cue, Ichigo stumbled and swung at the arrancar. And still, his cheeks turned a bit pink. “Sh-shut up! I do not!” he hissed.
Vacanze made a face at him that seemed similar to one of Shinji’s “shark smiles,” laughing at Ichigo’s own expression. He pointed at him. “You’re blushing now. I mean, you’ve seen Yoruichi’s birthday suit how many times now and you still can’t handle skin? You’re so wet behind the ears its hilarious!”
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 16, 2015 18:51:47 GMT -6
Ichigo growled, his face resembling a huge, ripe strawberry. “ENOUGH ALREADY! I DIDN’T WANT TO DO IT CAUSE I DIDN’T WANT TO DIE!!!”
Kita giggled softly stopping in her path as she waited for the two to join her. When they did she linked her arms with theirs as she walked between them.
“No one is going to die. No one is going to kill anyone.” She looked to one then the other as she wore a bright smile. “I would never allow two of my favorite guys to die. So remember that when you decide to go do something stupid.”
She looked to Ichigo again sliding her arm from his as her hand went to his hair, letting her fingers comb through it. “I have always loved your hair.”
Ichigo blushed slightly and looked away as Kita withdrew her hand from his hair and linked her arm back with his.
“So I have heard; all night.” Ichigo replied.Kita giggled softly again as she pulled them both toward her. “I don’t know what I would do without you two.” She quickly tiptoed up and kissed one on the cheek then the other. “Let’s go home.”
Ichigo nodded as did Vacanze as the three of them walked down the silent street arm in arm. That was until Vacanze decided he needed to raise Ichigo a little more. “I still think we should have took her up on that game of Stri--” “WILL YOU LET IT GO ALREADY!!” Ichigo bellowed as his cheeks flushed yet again.
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Post by Yoruichi Shihoin on Apr 23, 2016 19:58:56 GMT -6
"Dawning Days":(Continued) Yoruichi fell back to the couch in the Miyamoto home, her body heavy with exhaustion and a heavier sigh. Besides herself, Kisuke was the only one there with her. She had been at Urahara Shop the biggest part of the day with Tessai helping with rebuilding. So much had been destroyed of the Shop and the home. They did not know where to start. They just knew it had to be rebuilt. The Miyamoto home was quaint but not big enough for two families. Given. They only time they were really all together was in the evening at dinner. After eating and cleaning up dinner they were turning in because they were so exhausted from putting their lives back together again. At least they were trying. Even when they have the ones in the shadows making it hard on them with their whispers and accusations. Most coming from the Soul Society. She sighed and dropped her head to the back of the couch as she looked to the ceiling. Kita and the kids should be home soon. It was starting to get late and like every night for the last three weeks they came in at the same time. Kita dragging her feet for pushing herself to the point of draining every ounce of her power and Sojiro stomping his feet from the back stabbers and whispers about his family. Yoruichi liked that their family was back together, but with the path set before them with the doubters and the haters--the ones in question were headed for a rocky road. She sometimes wondered with Aizen gone if Las Noches would not be the better place for them to be living. Vale and Yumiko were living there in peace with the hollows, she was sure Kita and the children could do it as well. Lifting her head and with another heavy sigh, she pushed up off the couch and headed to the kitchen. It was time to get dinner together. As she stepped in the kitchen Tessai walked through the front door and joined her in getting it all together before the others came home from Soul Society. Fade
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on May 2, 2016 16:04:37 GMT -6
"Missing Piece":It was a little after noon when Tsukiro knocked and entered the Miyamoto home. He looked around the serene and warm setting the home had. It had changed so much since Kita and her family moved in and took over the home since her parents passing. “Are you going to stand there all day looking around the living room?”Tsukiro turned with a wide smile at the sound of Kita’s voice, “No, I was just admiring what you have done to the house since your parents lived here.” He started toward the kitchen where Kita had disappeared back into after hearing the ding of a timer. Moved
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on May 15, 2016 8:43:01 GMT -6
"Loyalty": (Continued) Vale walked through the dark home, his reaitsu completely concealed. He drew his blade, as he walked down the hall. Vale stopped at the only door with a light peeking from beneath it. He turned the doorknob slowly, opening the door. From the hall, he saw Kita sleeping. She mumbled Ichimaru's name as she curled up beneath her blanket. Vale sighed. "I'm looking, love. Kita." Vale closed the door, moving to the next room where Sojiro slept angrily. His fists were clenched as he grunted in his sleep. He shook his head. "So wound up. Just like your mother. I'm going to find him, kid. I promise." Vale shut the door, as he turned away. Across the hall was another bedroom with an open door. Moved
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Post by Kadaj Tervaden on May 27, 2016 6:48:32 GMT -6
"Family Ties": (Continued) "Hi, Camp Comman'ner!" Kadaj threw his arms in the air in excitement. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands as he giggled. "Ssshhh! Toji!" He playfully placed a hand over his brother's mouth. "Not so loud."
Kadaj wiggled out of his brother's arms and ran over to his pile of toys. He picked a small man holding a plastic sword. He held it high for his brother to see. "I name him Toji!"
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 27, 2016 14:32:17 GMT -6
"But I'm Toji," Soji replied, eyes wide. "You're replacing me with him?" He poked his brother's tummy. "I think that means punishment."
"Nooo, Toji," Kadaji pouted. "I not pacing you. I not! Yisen!"
"Run away," Soji grinned, eyes twinkling, raising his fingers and wiggling them. "Here comes the tickle hollow~"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on May 27, 2016 16:57:01 GMT -6
Kita walked from the kitchen giggling softly at her boys as they darted around the living room, Sojiro arms length behind Kadaj his fingers wiggling madly as he growled stomping his feet as he ran after him.
"Tickle hollows going to get you..." Sojiro said in a creepy voice.
Kadaj squealed looking over his shoulder behind him at his big brother. "Noooo Toji! Noooo!"
Her head shook lightly a bright wide smile across her lips as Sojiro appeared beside her kissing her cheek softly.
"Hi mom."
"Hello Sweety. I am going to clean up. Can you watch Kadaj and dinner for me?"
"Not a problem."
Sojiro disappeared reappearing in front of the curtain Kadaj was hiding behind. Kadaj slowly peeking out from behind it. When he did, Sojiro growled softly, Kadaj looking Sojiro's way. Kadaj screeched and took off from behind it across the living room floor.
Kita giggled again as she started up the stairs. "Don't have too much fun and let dinner burn. Ichigo and Eve are coming over for dinner tonight."
"I got it covered, mom. Go relax for a bit."
"I don't have time for that with company coming over. I will only be a bit." She continued up the step to get ready leaving her boys to play.
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Post by Kadaj Tervaden on May 27, 2016 20:20:25 GMT -6
"Hey, Toji!" shouted Kadaj, stopping in the middle of the living room. He lifted his tiny foot and pouted at the sight of the broken toy beneath it. "I smash you!" He bent over and picked up the crushed toy. He tilted his head to the side. "I fis it!"
Kadaj squeezed his eyes shut, wrapping his little hands around the broken toy. Moments later, he opened his hands revealing a fixed toy. "See! I fis it, Toji."
After a while, his mother came back into the room, a towel over her shoulder. "Did the food burn?"
"Yuck!" Kadaj scrunched his face and giggled. "I not want it!"
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 27, 2016 21:23:57 GMT -6
Taking the toy from Kadaj as he handed it to him, Sojiro set the toy next to him pulling Kadaj back up in his lap. “How did you do that, Daj?" When his brother shrugged, Sojiro chuckled nuzzling his neck, making him squirm. He wondered if mom knew about this. “Have you showed mom?”Kadaj shook his head. “Top! Toji” he giggled, spreading his arms. “Mommy hep!”
Kita laughed and reached for Kadaj. “Showed me what?” she asked, bouncing Kadaj in her arms.
“I fis it, Mommy. I fis it.” He pointed at the toy Soji had by his leg. “I fis it!”
Soji rose and brought the toy over. “One of us accidentally broke it when we were running around the room and he fixed it. There’s not even a crack now. But I did see it broken." “I fis it! I did!” Kadaj smiled and grabbed his mom’s sleeve. “I fis it! I said!”
As Kita fell silent, Soji stroked his brother’s head. “You did, Daj. You did. You’re a special boy. But you have to do one thing if you’re special, okay?” He raised his finger. “Smile every day, each day, forever, okay. And don’t forget. Pinky promise?”Moved
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on May 27, 2016 22:30:29 GMT -6
"Family Ties": (Continued) “Already getting it,” Soji replied. He leaned close to his brother’s ear. “Time to hide and say boo.” As Kadaj grinned and ran towards the curtains, Soji walked to the door. It rang again. “Coming,” he called out. He unlocked it and leapt backwards as it flew open.
Evita smirked and folded her arms in her leather jacket. “You were slow.”
Soji grinned. “And you still can’t get the lock if you haven’t seen it before,” he countered. He had changed it again this evening. As he did each month, and sometimes, he had help.
Evita scowled, her hands tapping over her jacket. “It’s one of my dirty uncle’s. That doesn’t count,” she retorted, voice carefully even.
Ichigo, behind her, rubbed the back of his head. “I still don’t know what Kisuke would say to being called dirty.” Soji chuckled. “Well, he does have his hands in everything. And he’s got a dirty mind. So I guess it just depends on the context of the word.” He looked to his cousin. “Just be careful what he does after you say that.”
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