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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 10, 2014 18:04:51 GMT -6
Gin entered the room shortly afterwards, toweling his hair dry. The peace lasted only a moment as burning food and the silence assaulted his senses. Tossing the towel down, he shunpo'ed into the room, nearly colliding with the Danku wall that was slowly fading around his kitchen. Growling, the fox skirted it and turned off the burners, frowning at the food below him.
He knew he shouldn't have left the room.
Appetite gone, he left the kitchen as it was. He paused on the threshold of his rooms before stiffening his shoulders and turning back around, leaving the door open. If Aizen wanted him there, he would have made a scene. This was not something he could interfere with. Cursing Yumiko's change, he paced his living room, flaring murderous reiatsu across the fourth tower. He soon found himself at his console. Automatically, he took a seat. Glass shattered and wires split, shocking and burning his skin as he slammed his hand through the screen. His brute strength and raw energy ripping into anything he could touch.
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Post by Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez on Nov 10, 2014 20:51:35 GMT -6
"Encounter With The Panther":(continued)
Appearing in front of Ichimaru's open door Grimmjow looked at the man sitting in front of his counsel. Grimmjow licked at his bloody claws and grinned at Ichimaru when he looked at him.
"She was very tasty, Snake. I will be enjoying her again very soon." He turned then looked back at him. "Oh you might want to hurry." He grinned, "you never know how many were attracted by her screams and all the blood."
Grimmjow was gone before Ichimaru could react.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 10, 2014 22:10:59 GMT -6
Just as a wave of choking, blinding rage drenched the walls, Shinsou tore through the opposite wall from his door. It had been mere moments after Sexta had vanished. The snake cursed and pulled his sword free. Then he vanished. Moved
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 0:13:50 GMT -6
"Process of Healing":Gin entered his room much later than he had hoped, but he did not want to jostle and harm her any further than she already had been. His name without any honorifics whispered from her chapped lips and she still hadn't let go of his arms. Gin closed the door with his foot, breathing out as it automatically locked, and strode to his bathroom. Setting Kita on one side of the tub, still swathed in his robes, he kissed her forehead and turned the shower on, letting it run full-blast when it had reached lukewarm temperatures.
He reached out to her and tugged her back into his arms. He kissed her forehead again and let the water wash over the blood on her face and in her hair, wiping away the marks of her ceaseless tears. He kept his emotions buried deep inside him as the cloth started to slide down and revealed the deep claw marks on her chest. He combed her hair out, still not saying a word and waiting for the fabric to slide further down.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 0:21:45 GMT -6
Kita winced a few whines slipping from her lips as the water covered her wounds and stung like mad. She clutched her arms over her chest and hung her head.
"I hate him." Her voice but a whisper. "It was fun to him to cut me up like this." Kita shook her head slightly. "That bastard. If only Sumi was not weakened."
She looked to the water as it was turning red. Hot tears flowing down her cheeks again. She would not look to Gin only hung her head. She felt ashamed and again a burden to him yet once more.
"I am sorry." She whispered.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 0:34:27 GMT -6
Gin didn't say a word, only turned the temperature down slightly and pulled her arms away from herself. He ripped a piece of his hakama and dampened it before gently brushing over the first wound on her chest. His free hand wrapped limply around her own.
I'm the one who is sorry.
With that hated choker on her, she would take days to heal. He wrung the blood and water out of the rag he had made and started again. When he reached her nipple, his hand clenched around the cloth. He lowered his head and let his tongue do the cleaning there, gently, very carefully. He pulled away and resumed wiping her wounds.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 0:44:15 GMT -6
Kita held back her whines her jaw clenched tight. So tight it started to hurt worse. She then closed her eyes tightly, letting her head drop back as her tears streamed down the sides of her face. When he cleaned her nipple she cried out quickly biting her lower lips again causing blood to surface there again.
She wanted to scream when he move to the next cut. She wanted him to stop, but she knew with Sumi being weakened she had to be cleaned up or she could suffer a much worse fate. So she bared with the pain her hands clenching tightly as soft whines echoed in her chest.
"Kill him. Please kill him before he comes back for me." She whispered.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 0:58:19 GMT -6
Gin cursed beneath his breath but resisted the urge to pull her back into his arms. "He won't touch you again," he whispered, still not looking at her.
He finished wiping blood from her chest and looked down at the marks where they still bled. He closed his eyes and then reached for her wrists and arms, running the cloth over the marks that Sumi had thankfully closed up with her last bit of power. He grabbed some soap and lathered her arms, mindlessly stroking her skin. Her arms were bruised, probably from Aizen, and more claw marks shown vivid on her shoulders, down her sides. He returned to gently cleaning the wounds.
Time passed in hurting silence.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 1:17:03 GMT -6
Kita's eyes were bloodshot, swollen and red from her tears by the time Gin had gotten to cleaning her last wound. And the water was chilled to stop the bleeding for some of the deeper injuries. Kita shivered from both pain and the chilled water. Finishing up, Gin helped her from the shower and gently patted her body dry avoiding the deep wounds so not to cause them to bleed again.
Looking at her he closed his weary eyes. Bruises from Aizen, wounds from Grimmjow, bite marks from both. Some just small marks other full on bites placed randomly on her body. Kita whimpered softly, she could feel his pain. Her bottom lip started to quiver as she sniffled, trying hard to stop the tears, but they came anyway.
"Master..." Kita reached out for him as he stepped back and turned away from her.
He went to a box in the bathroom, pulling out bandages and ointment. He turned back to her not able to look at her. He only motioned for her to turn. When she did he got the full view of what Grimmjow had done to her back, shoulders and sides.
She heard her master growl then a loud thud with cracking. When she looked over her shoulder she saw he had turned and punched the wall next to them. Blood ran down the wall from his fist.
She bit her bottom lip turning fully to him resting her hand to his shoulder and for the first time she called him by name. "Gin..."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 1:28:29 GMT -6
He flinched and didn't turn from the wall. "I'm sorry," he hissed, barely above a whisper. "I couldn't -" His voice closed up and he hung his head. Water dripped from his drenched head to the floor below them.
"Please stop blaming yourself, Gin. It is not your fault. None of this is." Kita told him.
"Yes, it is," he stated. "If I hadn't been there, if I hadn't retreated to the shop...."
"No!" Kita said firmly. "It would not have matter. Aizen would have found out about me either way. With or without you being involved in my life." She turned him cringing slightly as she raised her hands to cupped his cheeks. "I am a burden to you. Because you know me, because you care. I am the one that should be apologizing to you. I rely on you way too much and because of that you suffer twice as badly. Sometimes I just wish Aizen would kill me so you would be free of me and would not have to suffer any longer."
"NO!" Gin snapped. Kita flinched as his arms came up and clasped around her arms. He let go and set his forehead against her own. "No, Kita," he said, softer. "Don't wish that I hadn't met you or that you would disappear from my life. Don't let Aizen take the last piece of goodness in my life. I know I don't deserve you - and maybe it would have been better if I never met you - but each struggle your life brings to mine is too important for me to forfeit. I won't give you up."
Tears streaked Kita's cheeks again as she tilted her head and kissed Gin's lips softly. "I am glad I have you in my life to help me fight, and if I had to live through Hell again. Be it Las Noches or Hell itself. I would only want one person at my side--Gin Ichimaru," she paused looking in his eyes with a warm loving smile. "Because then. Then I would know. No matter the heartaches. No matter the pain. I would live." She wrapped her arms around him pulling him into her holding him close. "I cherish you and I don't want to lose you either."
Gin breathed out slowly, burying his keen pain back into the depths of his psyche where it belonged. "You won't lose me," he promised. He chuckled shortly. "And I thought we were done with crying." Kita giggled quietly and kept her arms around him. He let himself close his eyes and relax into her until Kita winced at their position.
Then, Gin gently pulled back from her and stroked her bruising cheek. "Do you need help getting dressed before we sleep?" he asked in a low voice. "I don't think either of us want to be alone tonight."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 2:19:03 GMT -6
Kita nodded then shook her head. "Yes please for the help and no. I don't want to be alone." She walked rather stiffly into her room and got her nightshirt.
She did not even bother with panties knowing they would only rub the wounds worse on her hips. Entering back in the bathroom. Gin was drying himself off. Seeing her enter he dropped the towel over his shoulders and took her shirt from her hand. He gathered the shirt and helped her into it slowly pulling it down over her body so not to open any wounds. Kita wiggled inside the shirt.
"It feels funny." She giggled softly.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 2:24:05 GMT -6
A glimmer of a smile flashed momentarily across his face at her moment of honest laughter. "Oh?" he purred. "And why would that be?"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 2:30:07 GMT -6
Kita smiled and cocked her head at him as she slowly reached out and poked him in the ribs. "Maybe because I am not use to wearing pajamas." She stepped slowly past him into his room her words trailing behind her. "I blame you for that." She told him in a nonchalant tone.
She grinned from over her shoulder and winked at him.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Nov 11, 2014 2:34:36 GMT -6
Gin chuckled and fell in behind her. His amusement soon faded however as his keen eyes watched each painful step or wince Kita made as she reached his bed and wasn't distracted by him. He paused then pressed his hand to her head, wandering into her room. He returned with al the blankets and pillows. "Choose a position, dearie"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Nov 11, 2014 2:41:43 GMT -6
She stood from the bed after she had just sat down as he walked from the room. She did not know he was going to return with all her bedding. Kita giggled softly looking at him, he looked like a blanket peddler. "The master of comfort now, huh?"
"Well... I guess my back to keep the pressure even there. If I lay on my side to cuddle with you," she pouted with a sigh, "like I normally do. I might open the wounds." She looked to Gin as he stepped past her then offered her his hand. She placed her hand in his and smiled.
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