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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 2, 2015 14:06:17 GMT -6
Gin’s shoulders hunched as he turned from her, ignoring the stab of pain that throbbed through his shoulder and arms. It was just blood. Not like it would affect him as much as the accusations tossed out by his wife…. if she even was still his.
Gin closed his eyes. “Twenty years and I thought that those years meant you understood what lengths I would go to protect what little remains to me.” His hand clenched. “You’ve now killed, dearie, to keep your dream alive. There are few lines I haven’t already crossed in order to keep what I want alive. My fidelity to you was one of them.”
Gritting his teeth, he sat up and stood, leaning on the bedpost, as he stared down into her teary eyes. He reached into his pocket and tossed the promise ring onto her lap. “And I never wanted to leave your side for eight years. I’d have never killed Aizen-san if I knew that would be the cost I’d pay.” He limped into the bathroom.
Closing the door and turning the water to scalding, he leaned against the wall, letting waves of pain beat against him. And for some of the wounds to close on their own. He’d survived worse. Glancing down to his clenched fist, he opened it to reveal the bloody amulet he had had made for his son. It had at least been in Vacanze’s chambers, not quite complete.
"Its one or the other. You can't have both," Tervaden's voice rang out. "And, until you realize that, you're fucking third and in last place."
“Maybe so,” the Snake whispered, “but I have always had a foolish side to myself."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 2, 2015 14:57:13 GMT -6
Kita picked the promise ring up from her lap. It was the same ring she took from around Tsukiro's neck, but why did Gin have it and why would he care to give it back to her if it was something from Tsukiro. She held the ring in a tightly closed palm as she stood from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. He still had not answered her and if it took holding him down and forcing it out of him she would get her answer.
Stepping into the bathroom she stepped over to the shower and threw back the curtain. "Answer me." She said calmly but demanding. "And do not give me the line about making me jealous. You succeeded in that along with hurting me. You succeeded so well it even made me mad at Yumiko." She looked at him as he only stood there his hands resting against the wall as the water pounded down on him.
Her hands tightened tighter at her sides as she bit her bottom lip. She was trying hard to keep her powers out of the fight, but with his ignoring her she could feel it starting to flare. "Answer me!!" She screamed at him.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 2, 2015 16:10:22 GMT -6
“Because I’m a needy bastard!” Gin shouted in return, head still against the wall. He fell silent for a few moments before daring to continue. “You have been drifting away, Kita, these seven years. Training to control the ranks, wielding your powers to the best of their ability, you managed to please Aizen-san without losing your independence, as you had feared. But in the process, you lost something else. And it gnawed at me. “ He turned his head to the side opposite her. “I wanted it back. And…. “
“And?” Kita murmured, tone carefully neutral.
He couldn’t tell if she was still hurting and mad. If she would leave him.
Gin sighed and turned to face her, blue eyes hidden behind his bangs. “After tasting you, I’d rather wander as an outcast in the light than embrace my darkness without you.” He flinched as particularly painful lash to his shoulder got further burnt. “I crossed a line, not to seek Aizen’s approval, but because I was getting desperate.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 2, 2015 18:31:21 GMT -6
Kita touched Gin's shoulder sending a healing wave through him as he moaned softly. She was not sure if it was because it made him feel better or because it was her touch against his cool skin. Taking advantage of his somber mood Kita stripped his wet clothes from him grabbing a towel she wrapped it around his waist another over his head to dry his hair and helped him out of the shower. She took care not to hurt his wounds any more than what was already done as she helped him back to the bed and started removing his water and blood soaked bandages. The whole time letting her healing powers flow through him.
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It was hours later as Kita still sat to the edge of the bed, Gin resting with his eyes closed, neither of them talked. Only the silence of the room surrounded them. All for the better at this time and moment. Kita was still lost in Gin's confession and the reason he did what he had done. Growing tired herself and having healed Gin to almost perfection, but still a good couple of hours to go before he was perfect again. Kita withdrew her healing powers to regain her own strength. She stood walking over to a chair in the room, sitting back in the chair she looked at the sleeping man on the bed. She sighed heavily now worried at the choice she had finally came to with this matter.
Her heart wrenched in her chest a single tear trickling down her cheek. It was something that needed to be done. She loved him more than life itself, but at the moment, her hurt overwhelmed that by leaps and bounds. This was the best thing for both of them; at least it would give them both time to think without the other there to interfere. She let her head rest back to the chair as her eyes slowly closed.
I will talk to him once he wakes.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 2, 2015 18:53:21 GMT -6
Gin woke slowly, thinking he had passed out beneath the heat and pain. He sighed as Kita’s accusations ran through his head and his own words to combat them. She really did know all of his weak points, even when he was still learning about her. He lay there, deep in thought, cataloguing the soreness of his body but only finding the pull of minor burns. He sighed again, for another reason, as he recalled her touching his shoulder and starting to heal him. Was he forgiven?
Gin pulled himself up, letting the cloth on his forehead slip down and the blanket fall, but Gin didn’t even pay attention to those things. His eyes had found the source of his heartache. Kita glowing against the moonlight, propped up in a chair.
He silently made it over to her side and wrapped his arms around her, surrounding himself in her scent. His hands trailed slowly down her shoulders, cupped her breasts, releasing a shuddering gasp from her lips, and slid down to her hips, holding her. Gin stood there for a few moments and then lifted her into his arms.
Setting her on the bed and wrapping her in the blankets that had been around him, he looked to the chair and then changed his mind. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands from her. He turned around and headed for the door, closing it behind him.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 2, 2015 19:55:40 GMT -6
The latch on the door snapped as Kita's eyes shot open as she quickly looked around. She was on the bed, the only logical explanation was Gin put her there and then walked out. She sprang from the bed darting toward the door as she grabbed it flinging it open. There, only a few steps away stood Gin. Her heart dropped with the expression on his face as he turned looking at her.
Taking a deep breath she stepped up to him, her hand going to his forearm as she turned him fully to look at her. "I love you..." Before she could finish Gin was wrapping his arms around her, but she pushed him gently back. "You have to know that more than anything in this hell we call home." Her head started to shake as she cast her eyes down. "You hurt me. No matter your reason. You hurt me. It would have been more humane to rip out my heart and hand it to me."
He lifted his hand cupping her cheek as he lifted her head to look him in the eyes, but he did not say anything. He let her say her piece.
"I need time to think. I need to be able to sort my feelings and I need to do that without you always around. I...I think...I think we need to separate."
Gin stumbled back from her as Kita caught his hand. His eyes were narrowed the expression within blank as his head started to shake quickly.
"We need to focus on what is important for us and why we are a couple and being together all this time--"
"ALL THIS TIME!!" Gin snapped at her, "For seven years, I have been chasing behind you grabbing at your skirt tail to get your attention. You have been so wrapped up in achieving your goal, becoming stronger, and appeasing Aizen-san's wishes you have had little to NO TIME for me." His hand went to his chest in gesture.
Kita narrowed her eyes at him taking a step back her head started to shake. "I can't believe you. Do you hear yourself? You sound like Sojiro when he was five and I was working so much overtime." Her hand went quickly to her forehead as she cast her eyes to the floor. "No..." She looked back to Gin. "Sojiro at least understood what I was doing was for him."
Her eyes started to pool with tears. "I am freeing you to do whatever you wish. To see who--"
"I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE ELSE!!!!!" Gin raged. "And I will NOT let you g....." He spun around, hands clenched at his sides. "Just go...dearie...."
Her heart and throat clenched and suddenly went dry as she turned away from him so he would not see her cry, her head hung and turned slightly giving him a side glance as she continued. "You can see...whoever you wish."
She took a deep ragged breath and gathered herself once more then turned to face him again. Trying to speak, she failed, as tears flowed down her cheeks. She looked deep into his flinty pale blue eyes. His expression twisted, his form trembling as he reached out for her to touch her one last time. Kita sidestepped avoiding his touch as she brushed past him straight to the main door.
He turned quickly back around, but the heat of his eyes followed her as she paused at the door. Her eyes still cast down.
"I will be staying in my old room that I occupied when I first came here," She hesitated. "If Sojiro wants to see me." She opened the door and left the room in silence.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Dec 3, 2015 22:44:35 GMT -6
Gin stayed in his position, shoulders hunched, his focus on any successive movement from the corner of his eye. But Kita didn't return. His glass-like eyes roved to the chamber where the boys lived. At least they had sound proofed it. And at least the door was closed. Gin slowly drew Shinsou ... and slid the blade across his chest. The blood slid slowly down, coating his chilled body in heat. But even the rising of his blood lust didn't undo the cold wave that was spreading over him. The whisper of slipping back onto a path of loneliness.
Kita...just like all others....had left him....
It didn't matter that the room was drenched in her energy. It didn't matter that the sheets of his bed still carries her scent of arousal.
Gin suddenly snarled, a moment before Shinsou tore into his console, where he had held her for the first time. As a fuse from within set off a small explosion, he sent his fury on the kitchen, making mincemeat of her snacks and shattering the bottles of her favorite wine. Shunpo'ing into their room, Gin tore apart the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets, and sent Shinsou on. After pulverizing the bathroom, he leaned against the wall, letting water run over his body. Glass tumbled from precarious counter spaces and tile crashed to the floor around him.
And Gin grinned, eyes like azure flame.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Dec 6, 2015 20:47:08 GMT -6
"Visiting the Captives II":Despite the joint efforts of the lieutenant and Ichimaru's son, the room still bore signs of the Snake's ire. Two, from six, of the computer screens were working, and most of the kitchen appliances had been replaced. The door to the main bedroom was closed and cracks were still sealing up along the marble walls. From the chair at the console table, the Fouth Espada stood from the chair as they entered.
He bowed. "Despite most operations being unavailable due to the damage, a messenger and myself tested the master controls on the gate of the Maze. They are still in working order."
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Dec 6, 2015 21:47:02 GMT -6
"I am sure you will do fine, Ulquiorra." Aizen replied as he turned to Kita still addressing the Fourth. "The former Seventh will be returning with me while Kita remains behind to heal the wounded." His gazed turned from the nodding Kita as he looked to Ulquiorra once more, "You are to remain in front of the controls until Kita is back here in this room with you." Ulquiorra nodded as Aizen stepped over next to Kita, Ulquiorra taking his place at the controls he opened the gate for them. Stepping in the gate the two disappeared, their destination... The Maze. Moved |
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 8, 2015 21:58:09 GMT -6
"Unorthodox Demonstration":Kita stumbled into the room as Ulquiorra shoved her forward. Catching herself on the coffee table. She turned quickly she lifted her blade taking her stance as the Fourth stepped from the gate his arm reforming quickly.
"You Bastard!!" Kita screamed at him. "That was a cheap move cutting off your own arm to create an opening to grab me!"
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Dec 8, 2015 22:30:24 GMT -6
"A cheap move?" Ulquiorra murmured, waving a hand at the fraccion he had summoned and dismissing him. "I do believe your fucking festival has gone to your head, woman." He flexed his newly formed arm. "You are forgetting the rules I taught you."
His arm swung forward, throwing the console chair at her with a wave of energy. As Kita halted it with her shield, she buckled as Ulqui's tail tripped and flung her into the door.
"There is no honor in death and in killing," the espada declared, wings spreading and shadows growing around him. "The only thing that matters is survvial and analihilation by whatever means is before you."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 8, 2015 22:48:38 GMT -6
Kita pushed off the door her eyes narrowing more. "You Bastard! My personal business has nothing to do with what you pulled down there in the Maze! You were just being a dick!" She lowered her blade lifting her hand as she shoved him back into the console.
"You BELITTLED ME in front of them! I AM NOT YOUR PET!! YOU DO NOT OWN ME!! You might train me and keep watch over me, but you will NEVER control me!!" She paused, grabbing him up in her powers as she wrapped it around him tightly letting it hold him a few inches from the floor as she stepped toward him.
"And you will NEVER overpower me!"
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Dec 8, 2015 23:32:38 GMT -6
Ulquiorra didn't fight the hold on him, only kept his eyes trained on her, watching the powers rise from her and surround him, the hold secure enough to deter him even in his released state. "Then why did you say what you said to those pathetic beings in the Maze? If you are a creation higher than I why shall I allow trash a glimmer of false hope?" He paused. "If I had not interfered, it would appear that you were their friend," he continued, a smear upon the last word.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Dec 8, 2015 23:57:28 GMT -6
Her eyes were still narrowed as she stepped up to the Espada as she spoke quickly and from the heart. "BECAUSE THEY ARE MY FRIENDS!!" Realizing what she said her powers faltered and Ulquiorra dropped to his feet and down to one knee as she quickly turned away from him. Her hand covering her mouth.
Quickly Ulquiorra lunged forward to grab her arm. As she quickly moved away, his razor sharp claws grabbed at the thin fabric of her haori cutting into her back. Kita gasped with a deep moan as her shoulders drew back, her body arching backward at the intense feeling that just coursed through her body.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Dec 9, 2015 1:29:01 GMT -6
The gaze in his deep eyes intensified, the hand around her wrist tightening as he spun her around and stared into her half-lidded gaze of blue. Part of her was still resisting, demonstrated by the twitch of her fingers in his grasp. However, most of her existence had stilled. Interesting...
Ulquiorra tugged the woman forward and tipped her chin up. "You may have been their friend, but you belong here. And you have already chosen who to join you on your journey." His opposite hand ran down her back again, causing her to arch. Ulquiorra's gaze sharpened for a new reason. "Here is where your power has grown and here is where your existence thrives. His claw dug deep into her shoulder. "What is the purpose," he continued, "in showing them this part of you that is the past when you are no longer that woman?"
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