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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 18:23:16 GMT -6
"Because it was the only way."
Gin turned his head to face her, blood dribbling out the side of his mouth, blue eyes unfathomable, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was the only way to keep both of us alive, and more importantly, you safe."
He wiped the blood away with a finger and continued in a more normal voice. "Don't get into a habit of doin' that, dearie. You don't know what ears are in this place, even with me on the lookout. I can't be gettin' soft 'ere."
He grinned and turned on his heel again. "I'll prepare another tray and get the broom. My first little experiment exploded in my face after all. I should clean up." He moved to close the door once more.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 18:39:12 GMT -6
Kita fell to her knees. At first a soft giggle escaped her. Then a full rolling laugh. She looked up at him as he walked toward the door a soft giggle still rolled from her. "I would have rathered died then had to experience what I did last night. You should have let him kill me. It is going to happen soon enough anyway."
She glared at the back of his head. "And why would you care? You're back where you want to be anyway. Like you and now even Aizen said, you can't live outside a life like this." She shook her head casting her eyes down. "You're good, Ichimaru. Was anything you ever told me the truth?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 19:02:18 GMT -6
Gin stayed motionless for a few moments, hand still on the door knob. "Everything I've told you has been the truth. I told you I was bad for you, and you.... never listened. This is the price of it all."
He started to move out of the room once more then sighed.
"Must you make it so hard, dearie?"
He left again.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 19:13:38 GMT -6
As soon as the door closed Kita's head shot up and she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"FUCK YOU, GIN ICHIMARU!!"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 19:29:10 GMT -6
Gin returned with the broom, shaking his head.
"Nah~ you don't really want me to do that, Kita," he murmured. He mopped up the juice with a rag then swept up the dishes and ruined food.
Setting the tray on the night stand again, he left the room to dispose of the trash.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 19:42:18 GMT -6
Kita stood and went to the edge of the bed and sat down. She whipped away her tears and just sat there. She watched as Gin walked back and forth cleaning up the mess she made. Gin's next entry in the room was with a new tray of food for her. She looked up and was about to say something when everything inside her started shutting down. She lifted her hands and looked at them.
Was this another dream? It can't be. She can still see her hands. She is not disappearing like she did with Tsukiro. After a few more minutes she felt nothing. It was like someone flipped a switch. No emotions could she feel. She looked to Gin her face blank of expression.
"Thank you," she told him. "I will dress and be out of your way soon. I am sure Aizen has my room clean by now."
She brushed past Gin and picked up the tray walking back over to the bed.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 20:07:48 GMT -6
Gin frowned momentarily then smiled crookedly. "Yer not goin' to a different room. Yer mine," he lifted a lock of hair from her face and let it fall, "you will be stayin' 'ere." She nodded.
"You'll have yer own room, too." he continued a moment later when she didn't react as expected. He seized her arms and shook her until she looked up. The fire was gone from her eyes. Lowering his head, he let her go.
"Fine," the snake sneered, " do as you want. Give up. It doesn't matter to me. It proves Aizen-san won." The door slammed shut in his wake as he swirled out of the room.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 20:31:54 GMT -6
Watching Gin walk from the room Kita pushed the tray back, wrapped the sheet around better and followed him. When she opened the door and walked into the main room she saw Gin sitting in front of his controls playing with different buttons not paying no real mind to them. She walked over resting her hands to his shoulders and squeezed gently. She then leaned over him and pointed at one of the screens.
"Where is this?" Her long black hair sliding down over her bare arm into her face.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 20:39:50 GMT -6
"Somewhere in the maze below us," he replied quietly. He clicked a few more buttons before wiping the screen clear with his hand.
He turned to her, blue eyes glassy, and tucked the lock behind her ear. "I told you to get dressed, didn't I?" he murmured in the same low voice.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 20:50:14 GMT -6
She nodded, "mhmm, sorry I will go do that now. I just wanted to talk to you." She turned and stepped away from him.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 22:32:07 GMT -6
Gin's voice stopped her. "If ya want ter talk, you can. You cin get dressed after," he offered in an even lower voice. He grinned slightly. "The door is locked, after all."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 23:14:29 GMT -6
Kita turned looking at him straight faced. "Of course it is. Aizen can't have his Seraph trying to run off now can he?" She walked back toward him and kneeled to the floor tucking her legs under her as she sat beside his chair. "And I am sure you don't want your gift from him disappearing either. It would be a shame if you both had to go without."
She looked into his slitted blue eyes then blinked tilting her head slightly.
"Gin Ichimaru."
Gin looked at Kita with a confused look. It was her but the voice was different. "The Seraph?" He thought to himself.
"Yes, your thoughts are correct. I am called Sumi, and so you know. I have locked Kita's emotions away. All her memories remain, but she can no longer be harmed by anyone. Not even Aizen. She will remain as cold and unfeeling as the one you call Ulquiorra. If I had not done this to her she would surely be dead right now and it would not be by Aizen's hands that would have take her life. It would have been her own."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 23:19:13 GMT -6
"I see," Gin lowered his head. "Well, goddess or not, clothe yourself," he ordered, unable to stop the note of bitterness in his voice.
He had arrived too late. Again.
Damn it!
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 1, 2014 23:36:12 GMT -6
She rose from the floor and turned from Gin walking to the room to dress her words trailed behind looming in the air.
"She still cares very much for you, Ichimaru. She just doesn't understand."
She reached for the door opening it. Looking slightly back at him.
"She is far from broken. A Seraph cannot live in a vessel with a weak heart or will. She is just emotionally hurt. Very badly."
The door closed behind her and Sumi was gone.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Sept 1, 2014 23:41:46 GMT -6
Gin didn't wait long to go after her.
Too many voices echoing in his head and his own withered consciousness pushed him forwards as he threw open the door to the bed chamber. He looked over and Sumi, who had finished pulling on the undergarments, and tossed the sheet over her.
"Tell me one thing, goddess, is she gone for good?"
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