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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 13:52:58 GMT -6
"Dearmscape Two":A certain face lies within shadows of yesterday. Once so alive, real, energetic, sweet and caring. Tears cried in the night a pillow damp with moisture. A name blowing in the wind whispering softly, I love you. Now a memory resting behind a veil in time.
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Kita lay in bed sound asleep, her mind drifting, trapped in a dreamscape. She jolted and sat up looking around. She was sitting in the tall grass and in the distance the same traditional style Japanese mansion placed in the middle of a large meadow in the middle of a forest surrounded her. She drew her hand to her head as flashes of what happened to her moments before, raced through her mind. Or was it moments ago? Everything now ran together. Nothing made sense to her. What happen? Was it a dream? Was it an illusion from Aizen's zanpakuto? She was asleep; wasn't she? She looked around again. She was the only one there. No Las Noches. No Aizen. No. Gin. With that thought entering her mind she drew her hands to her face and started to weep.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 14:00:07 GMT -6
Tsukiro's eyes snapped open and he found himself standing in the forest meadow he had seen Kita in a few days ago. Which meant he was dreaming. He glanced around, looking for signs of either Sumi or Kita. In the distance he saw a young girl kneeling down with her face in her hands.
Kita.
He rushed over to her, desperate to see her again.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 14:09:24 GMT -6
Kita heard footsteps drawing close as she whipped her head around to see who it was. In fear she pushed herself back and moved away from them. A tear stained and red face, busted lips and the black, blue and purple bite mark on the curve of her right shoulder brought the unexpected Tsukiro to a quick hault. She pulled the sheet up around her even over her head as she sat before him with her head hung and still weeping.
"Please. Don't come any closer." Her soft gentle voice filled with shame and regret told him.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 14:44:55 GMT -6
"Kita..." Tsukiro collapsed to his knees. Immediately he knew what had happened to her, though he didn't know the entirety of it. His eyes filled with sorrow, he reached out to her, his tone soft and calming.
"It's okay, baby. Come here. Let me make it better. You're alright. I'm here. Please come to me?"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 15:29:39 GMT -6
Kita shook her head tears still falling from her eyes. "I...I am not worthy to be yours any longer." She drew the sheet around her more. "Just forget about me." She whimpered softly.
"I could handle it wil the same man, but--two others--" She shook her head hard. "I can't do this. I can't handle this anymore. Nothing is what it seems and when I think it is I find out it was all a lie."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 15:40:24 GMT -6
"Yes you are, baby. Yes you are. Come here. Is going to be okay."
Slowly he moved over to her. "They are the ones who aren't worthy of you. You're so beautiful and bright. They don't deserve you." He knelt next to her and lightly brushed his hand over her arm. "It's okay. Come here and tell me. I'll make it better. Okay? Come to me. Please?"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 15:49:10 GMT -6
Kita jumped to Tsukiro's touch even though it was gentle. She sobbed more into her hand and fell over into Tsukiro as he wrapped his arms around her quickly and pulled her as close as he could. He caressed her gently and slowly through the sheet as she cried.
"I can't. I don't want to. I just want it to all go away."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 16:00:52 GMT -6
Tsukiro hugged her as hard as he could, kissing all over her face and neck. Like last time, he kissed all of her wounds, one by one, imagining that each of them healed with each kiss. He let her cry into his shoulder until she couldn't cry anymore.
"I love you baby. I love you so much. And guess what? I'm coming for you. Kisuke is planning an attack. I'm coming to get you. We're coming for all of you. Okay? Just a little longer and I'll be there. Please be strong a little longer. For me?"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 16:25:08 GMT -6
"I don't know if I can." She said snubbing a few times and wiping away her tears. "Aizen... and--" She broke off and started crying again. "I don't understand. Why? Why would he do that to me?" She clutched at the front of Tsukiro's shirt.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 16:32:43 GMT -6
"Because they're cowards and they love to flaunt their power. They're psychotic and sociopathic. They think they have to be stronger than everyone else. They think it's strong and powerful to give themselves on women."
He laid down with her, carefully and slowly pulling the sheet away while watching her reaction.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 16:49:51 GMT -6
She grabbed at the sheet and clung to it for dear life keeping her body concealed from him. "No," was all she told him. A tear trickled down her cheek into her busted lips as she winced slightly and rubbed the streaming tear away from it.
"I am so dirty. I can't see how you can look at me and see anything but trash. I have been treated like a toy and passed around like from man to man. And I let myself surrender to--" she buried her face in his chest. "I am so ashamed of myself."
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 1, 2014 17:08:45 GMT -6
Tsukiro shook his head, kissing her lips. "No, Kita. Don't you dare. You're not trash. Don't you ever call yourself that. You're beautiful. They're demented to think of you and treat you like a toy. You hear me? You're not a toy. You don't deserve this. If I were there with you, I'd fight for you until my dying breath."
He swallowed hard, biting back tears in his eyes. Hearing her talk like this broke his heart. He couldn't take it anymore. He hated it and he wanted more than anything for it to stop.
He wiped away a tear that slipped past, looking down into her eyes. "You are not trash. You're not a toy. You're not dirty. You sure as hell don't deserve this. Do you understand me? You deserve better than this, dammit."
He leaned down and kissed her hard, hugging her against him. His body shook as he held her. He didn't bother to stop the tears.
"God I love you so much. I love you baby. I hate seeing you like this."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 17:36:37 GMT -6
Kita wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly as she cried. "I want to come home. Keep me here forever. I don't want to ever wake up. Please Tsukiro. Please don't make me go back."
Kita then quickly pulled back from him as she looked to her hands. They were fading. She reached for Tsukiro phasing right through him. "Tsukiro!" She screamed reaching out for him. "Tsukiro!"
She watched as he grabbed for her his hands passing through her like the nothingness she was becoming. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she was gone.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 17:49:25 GMT -6
Gin pulled back as Kita shot up in bed and then quickly pulled up the sheet around her body, blue eyes wide, tears falling down her cheeks like oil on water.
"Tsukiro...." she pulled her arms around her and bawled, "Tsukiro, oh god, why...."
Gin's quiet voice pulled her back from her looming depression. "Sorry, I woke ya, but ya need some food," he murmured, eyes hidden in his silver hair. "There's fruit in the fridge if you're up to more." He set the tray on the night stand nearby, which consisted of a tall glass of orange juice and a few pieces of toast with butter and honey. He rose. "There's also a uniform for you at the foot of the bed, too. It covers.... what you told me about yesterday."
He paused.
"I'll be in the main room. Come out when ya wish. I'll bring ya more food if you don't wanna move." Gin left the room, closing the door again.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 18:01:45 GMT -6
Kita rocked herself in the bed even after Gin left. She cried for what felt like hours before she gather herself together. She looked at the tray and recalled Gin's words. Spoken like nothing ever happened. Her eyes narrowed and out of anger she rose from the bed dragging the sheet with her as she smacked the tray making glass shatter, dishes clatter and food, and drink cover the floor.
Gin came quickly back in the room walking up behind Kita. Feeling his presence she spun quickly and slapped him hard across the face. His head turned silver hair sweeping to the side.
"WHY!?" She screamed at him.
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