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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 18, 2016 17:15:14 GMT -6
"Blood Ties": The echo of steel rang out over the sand of the canopy as two silver-haired men clashed with their blades. Gin Ichimaru and his son, Sojiro. Gin smirked as he parried the attacks coming his way. Before giving Sojiro a kick to his stomach. He chuckled as the boy stumbled and regained his footing, lunging in the breath after the kick. He flung the blade up and caught his hand with his free hand.
“Try again,” he grinned.
Sojiro, his own pale eyes narrowed, nodded.
Gin snickered and pushed him back, Shinsou lowering as he changed positions, putting himself in the sunlight. He beckoned the growing man forward. Really, until recently, this training had been another means to pass the time, but with a new zanpakuto awakened in his son's hands, Gin was much more engaged in the matter.
There had to be a reason his powers were the last to show of the young flesh that had grown up in Karakura Town.
Gin’s eyes narrowed down at his son’s blade. That hilt was wrapped rippling silver bands that seemed to shift and breathe with the light. And the blade was thin. Maybe too thin. But it did not break. Something was waiting in that steel.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 18, 2016 18:07:44 GMT -6
Walking out slowly Kita watched the two as their swords clashed, a certain feeling welling up from inside of her. A feeling she felt familiar with, but was not sure why. However, seeing the two of them like this brought on an intense feeling of pride inside of her. It was beyond on why, she was not particularly found of the older one, but seeing them together--something just felt right about it and it was not because they were father and son. It was something more.
Suddenly her eyes widened as she watched Sojiro charge at Gin, his blade raised then coming around at his side. Gin spun out of the boys way kicking him in the backside as Sojiro stumbled and started to fall forward. Kita panicked as she watched Sojiro's blade come in front of him.
"SOJIRO!" She screamed quickly looking to his father. "GIN! CATCH HIM!!"
Kita could see the image, like it had already happened as her mind played out Sojiro falling on his blade, pricing himself through the shoulder. Gin did not move, just quickly looked her way. Quickly Kita's hands came up and time stopped around Sojiro keeping him from falling forward.
Kita swiftly ran out to her son as she cussed at the man that did nothing. "You could have done this much easier than me. After all, you do know how to shunpo, right?"
"And what does that teach the boy, hmm?" Gin questioned her.
Her eyes bared down on Gin as she looked at him. Removing Sojiro's blade from his hand, she stood in front of him reanimating time. Gin watched her, walking toward them. When time started again for Sojiro, he fell into his mother's arms causing her to stumble back slightly.
"He's only fifteen, and half human!" She growled at Gin helping her son to a stand and releasing him. "You are wearing him thin! He has been out here over half the day training with you! He needs food and rest! He is not me and he sure in the hell is not you!" She turned and looked at Sojiro, handing him back his sword as her tone softened with him. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 13:09:14 GMT -6
Gin chuckled and folded his arms. “You’re rather hard on him considering he is only a miniscule two years younger than you were when you were brought here, dearie, and he carries soul reaper blood." Sojiro's head spun towards him, but for the moment, he ignored the boy. "But then again,” he tipped her chin up with his sheath, “all you did was cling and cry at first.” He smirked. “Your son keeps his emotions in check much better than that.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 13:30:22 GMT -6
Kita shoved the sheath from under her chin glaring at Gin. "You get raped and manhandle by the Cero Espada and see how it effects your mood and emotions. Not to mention what Aizen and --" Kita stopped short not wanting to finish her sentence in front of certain company. Quickly she changed the subject.
"And how do you get I am hard on him? I am not the one pushing him to reach for a power that has not even spoke to him yet."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -6
"Is that what you think?" Gin inquired in a carefree quip. "You never had one, so you wouldn't know. It takes pressure to awaken a zanpakuto if it's shape has changed but the powers haven't manifested." He turned around, spreading his arms. "I am only helping-" Shinsou shot forward, slicing off a sleeve of her haori and revealing a creamy shoulder with a love bite to all, "bring it to light," he purred.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 13:50:55 GMT -6
Kita's hands quickly went to her shoulder covering the mark as her sleeve floated the ground at her feet. "No, I have never had one nor do I care to have one, but no matter how it works there is no excuse for pushing Sojiro like this when he needs rest and food. Like I said he's half human. None of you even know what this does to us and I don't think you care."
She pulled slightly at her haori covering the mark the best she could. "Have some consideration, because if you or anyone here causes him damage or harm with your training or otherwise..." Her eyes narrowed at him. "Heads will roll."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 14:18:57 GMT -6
Sojiro decided to approach his mom then, taking off his own kimono and wrapping it around her. “I’m alright, Mom,” he murmured. “I am not going to let him get too far.” Glancing to Ichimaru, he embraced her and lowered his lips to her ear. “I know what I am doing, and Daichi wouldn’t let me get hurt."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 14:24:19 GMT -6
Kita smiled warmly at him cupping his cheek as she kissed the other. "I know that, but I also know what this group is capable of and they will not stop until they get what they want." Her eyes glanced at Gin then went back to her son.
"Trust me on this I have already lived it and I am living it again. The only reason I have not been pushed this last six months is because I am with Vale's child and he is making sure they leave me alone until the child is born." She looked to Gin once more. "Unlike another I know."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 15:22:54 GMT -6
Gin shrugged. “If you’re complaining about the way you were treated here last time you were with child, dearie, let me remind you that for a while there, we believed you were pregnant with the King’s child. So I think you were pretty safe.” He paused. “And then you ran. So if you suffered any hardships, is it my fault?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 15:29:35 GMT -6
Kita stepped toward Gin a fire in her eyes as he glared at him. "I blame all of you for what happen to me!" Kita growled at him getting in his face.
"Says the wench in bed with the enemy," he grinned, "again~"
Kita slapped Gin across the face causing his head to turn, "You Bastard!" She growled, blood then trickled from between his lips. His tongue extending as he licked it away looking back at her. "If it was not for the fear of what would happen to my loved ones! You know for a fact all of you would be denied that satisfaction!"
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 17:05:21 GMT -6
As Gin snickered at her reaction, Sojiro eyes narrowed. He really disliked it when Ichimaru cornered her into lashing out. And there was more than one reason for that. Stepping between them, he drew his sword and pointed at Ichimaru. “Leave her alone,” he snapped.
Gin laughed and angled the sword away from his throat. "You know you should be thanking me, dearie. This one's gone from simply watching to attempting to protect you. Isn't that a good thing?"
Sojiro raised his blade again. "I said that's enough," he growled, blue eyes flashing.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 17:19:27 GMT -6
Stepping from around her son Kita placed her hand on Sojiro's blade and pushed it down slowly. Her eyes on Gin as she spoke to her son. "I can handle any and all here, Sojiro. Thank you, but I don't want you putting yourself in harm's way."
She stepped up to Gin getting in his personal bubble and whispered softly to him. "Thanks to you, you made me just as strong as you and I could do away with you just as quickly as you could do away with any other weaker than you. Push the wrong button and all of you will see your final sunrise."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 19:09:33 GMT -6
Gin chuckled, eyeing the spark in her eyes over the protection of Sojiro. In a way, it really was a shame that the noble belonged solely to Aizen-san. It would be a sure way to rile up his favorite play toy. And there were plans for most of the pawns gathered, but then again….
His smirk widened.
And Kita’s eyes narrowed.
Gin seized her wrist and tugged her into the circle of his arms.
“Did you know that a certain White Knight has been acting up again?” he purred in a low voice so to keep Sojiro from hearing. He lowered his lips to her neck. “What would you do to stop him from being punished at my hands…. I wonder~”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 19:23:35 GMT -6
Kita struggled in his hold, "You wouldn't dare!" Her tone applaud at his gesture toward Juushiro. Finally shoving him back from her, he started circling around her. "That card has been played one too many times. If anyone touches the ones I requested to be off limits with Aizen you will suffer by my hands." Her eyes following him as he walked around her.
"Or Tervaden's?" Gin mocked as he gently moved her long raven hair back over her shoulder, his fingertips softly brushing against the warm flesh of her neck.
"I don't need Vale to fight my fights, Ichimaru." Kita informed him as she went to shove his hand away, Gin moving it downward.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 19:44:34 GMT -6
Gin was highly amused. “Tell me, Kita, are you calling me by that name to hurt my feelings, or is it.... something else, hmmm?” Gin’s fingers slid down, caressing her spine, and feeling her body tremble through her thin uniform. “Are you afraid of the intimacy we shared, dearie? Are you worried about how easily the pitter patter of little feet are drawn to you?”
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