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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 20:00:28 GMT -6
Kita growled low in her chest her eyes fluttering slightly at his touch as she trembled deep into her core. “I…I call you that… because that is your name, and our time together,” She went to turn, but was stopped as his arms wrapped quickly around her from behind, his lips a breath away from her ear, his hands resting at the top of her small raised abdomen.
“No matter how intimate--” Her breath and body shuddered. Her mind drawing a blank as he caressed her abdomen, pressing his lips softly to her neck, nipping it lightly. “And me…me being pregnant has nothing to do with this.” She said in a rush, trying to break free of his hold once more.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 22:07:14 GMT -6
Gin’s hold tightened on her, pressing down on the baby bump and lowering his other hand further to the small of her back, tipping her slightly upwards. “Tell me, dearie, are things that much better with the Wolf, or have you grown soft and,” his hand spread up and around, curving up her side, “malleable after your first child?” He dared to nip the shell of her ear. “Do you want it that much?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 22:15:21 GMT -6
"Bastard." Kita growled stepping forward only to be pulled back against him again. "I am with Vale because he cares. He has protected me in times I have been without Sumi and with child." She caught his hands as they both came around her stomach a little too low. Her body trembling in his hold.
"Stop it Ichimaru." She growled softly as her head rested back to his shoulder, her eyes closing.
"Make me~" Gin purred. He bit down on her neck.
Kita's knees started to give under her as he bit down, a deep moan escaping her. As one of his hands slid up under her breast cupping it, keeping her up on her feet. Hearing Sojiro call for her softly; quickly brought her back to reality and out of her fantasy with the man that had his arms around her. She pulled from his hold and turned on him, but only to be quickly jerked back into his arms as he held her against him.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 19, 2016 23:20:02 GMT -6
Gin grinned into her eyes. “Poor little smitten Kitten. Still everyone knows the truth, all but you. Your body," he leered down at her flushed form, "and voice testify to the truth, yet you’re still so easily blinded by the smallest interpretation of a single minuscule word. Care. You were before and you are now. Swayed as if with a drug.”
He pushed her away, a grip on her arm keeping her upright, as his other pressed to her abdomen. “You were about this far along with me. Remember?” His grin widened and he threw her away, making her fall into Sojiro’s arms. “I wonder how lucky Master Tervaden will be.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 19, 2016 23:33:53 GMT -6
Kita gathered herself quickly straightening her clothing as Sojiro's jacket fell from her shoulders. "Master~ Tervaden." Kita chuckled, "and you called me malleable. I thought you would never call another man Master."
"You're no better off here than I was or ever will be. Go ahead and bow to Vale, Snake." Kita grinned. "If I am recused now or in ten years from now. I will always be free," She stepped up to him and smirked. "Why? Because I'm not weak like you. In mind or body. Its all in what I want you to believe and not believe. I think Lord Aizen said it best, 'You should not dwell on the betrayal that you can see. The truly terrifying betrayal is that which lies utterly hidden from your eyes'."
Her grin widened as she turned away from him and started toward the exit of the canopy.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 20, 2016 0:02:13 GMT -6
Gin snickered and shunpo’ed in front of her. Knocking Sojiro to the ground, he seized her forearm in a vice, not caring if it bruised. “You’ve got it all wrong, dearie,” he stated in a smooth rumble. “What is weak is waiting eternally for rescue. For your fortunes to change.” He scoffed. “You’ve got it as good as it gets but you’re wanting more. You’ll be swallowed up.” He released her once more. “And words, as you put it to so nicely, are just that. Not even dust. You should know that it is actions that matter. They proves what are your admissions are and what are ... traps.” He turned on his heel.
“So many mistakes in one little conversation. With me, you get a love bite. With others~” he paused as a crooked smile filled his lips. “Good luck, Kitten~” He started to walk away.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 20, 2016 0:16:22 GMT -6
Kita let her reiatsu flow freely as she tucked Sojiro behind her. "Don't move from behind me."
"Mom," Sojiro called to her in a panicked tone feeling the weight of her powers flow across the canopy, but he found staying behind her he felt only a slight bit of pressure from her.
Slowly she let them bare down on Gin as he turned back looking at her. Just before he was about to come at her in a flash of shunpo, she hit him harder bring him to his knees. Soon he was on all fours in front of them. "I will crush you without a second thought if you cross me any more than you already have. I am here of my own free will. Why do you think I don't fight like I use to? There is nothing you, Vale or even Aizen could do to stop me if I want to go, with or without my family. One day you will learn who plays who in this game. Something else you taught me." She smirked slightly as Gin lifted his head and looked on at her.
"How to pick my fights and when the right time was to fight them."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 20, 2016 0:58:03 GMT -6
As Ichimaru stayed quiet on his knees, Sojiro felt a lump form in his stomach. It was too much awesome power. Just too much. Slowly, he reached for his mother’s arm. “Mom’s that’s enough,” he whispered. She didn’t seem to hear him. He really had to ask his questions. And what he had witnessed had made it all the more pressing in his mind. “Mom," he shook her, "I don’t want Vale to steal you away all night and he will if he sees you clashing with Ichimaru again. Can we stop this now?"
Kita looked to her son in hearing his pleas, but her powers stay strong on Gin. He was right and she still had to heal her new marks Gin's so lovingly gave to her. Grabbing Gin up in a vice wrapped around his body she picked him up from his bent position on the ground. She smiled at him and brought him closer to them. "I think we will drop him off." She said looking at Sojiro. "From the top of the third tower that is."
"Mom!" Sojiro snapped, no longer worried but angry. "That's not something you would do." As Kita looked to him, he stepped back a step and then held his ground. "I don't care if people say you have killed. You're not going to go as far Tervaden or Aizen would for the fun of it. You're not!"
Kita sighed as she looked to Sojiro then back to Gin as her smirk reappeared. She tightened her grip around him a little more until she heard a bone snap. Gin yelling out in pain as his right leg broke. "Oops!" Kita replied covering her mouth with her fingertips and drawing up her shoulders. "Sorry about that, Ichimaru." She dropped him to the ground, snickering softly as he hissed from falling on his broken leg. "I guess that good-bye hug was a little too much there."
Sojiro shook his head and decided to take a leaf out of their argument. Grabbing his mother by her arm, he dragged her backwards. "We're leaving. Or I am. And if you don't want me to go play with Aunt Yumiko without you, you better follow," he muttered. "Besides," he paused deliberately, "I'm hungry."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 20, 2016 1:40:02 GMT -6
Kita smiled at her son as he drug her out of the area. She turned looking at Gin and gave him a small wave. "See you around Las Noches, Snake. Stay on your toes. Oh wait. You have to stand to do that." She laughed until Sojiro gave her arm a good sound jerk."Stop taunting him, mother." Sojiro barked. "It makes you no better than him."Kita turned looking at Sojiro jerking her arms from her son as he stopped and looked at her. She sighed lightly as his shame filled eyes looked on at her. "I am sorry, Sojiro. I let my powers go to my head again."Sojiro smiled. “It’s okay, Mom. That’s why I am here.”She took his hand in her as he gave her hand a soft squeeze. The two turned and left the area together. Moved
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 27, 2016 21:45:31 GMT -6
"Testing the Waters": As he blocked another pass from Sojiro, Gin caught sight of something in the distance. Or someone. He chuckled, his slitted eyes dancing as he came to a nefarious scheme. As Sojiro shunpo’ed behind him, he caught the blade’s hilt with the edge of Shinsou and vanished, taking the blade with him.
Gin reappeared to the side and moved again as a blast nearly erupted in his face.
Sojiro retrieved his blade and crossed blades with his father again.
It looked like he would have to push harder to make Kita skip around in worry from her rock.
Gin’s grin gentled into a sly smile. For doom.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 27, 2016 21:52:44 GMT -6
Inwardly, Sojiro sighed. With his mother, he could relax when that smile appeared, but with his father, it only made his hand tighten on his sleeping zanpakuto. It meant trouble.
For a moment, the two stared at each other and then his father lunged.
Blood welled on his cheek.
“Woops~ You lost your foc—“
Sojiro flicked his sword up and around, slicing Ichimaru’s arm. “No, I didn’t,” Sojiro stated.
Gin chuckled.
And another cut appeared as soon as Daichi’s invisible form healed the first.
But the Snake of Las Noches arched Sojiro’s longer blade down from his skin, towards sand below, and kicked him backwards.
Regaining his balance and protecting his chest with a swift flick, Sojiro's eyes narrowed as another cut appeared on his arm.
His father tilted his head.
Sojiro raised his sword again.
He'd be ready for his father's trick this time.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 27, 2016 22:07:16 GMT -6
Kita clenched her hands in her haori as she watched the two train. At times she felt Gin was pushing too hard and when he wounded Sojiro she wanted to rush out and heal Sojiro or kick Gin's ass. But she didn't. She held back those motherly urges to shield and coddle her growing boy. Her eyes widened when Gin nicked him, smirked when Sojiro got his father back, but cringed when Gin countered.
Her head dropped not able to watch what happened next as she covered her face with her hands. Hearing the blades clash again she jolted, looking up quickly as they drug across one another. Their blades crying out for the next strike. She jumped up quickly and turned away from them. Her heart could take no more. Plus she needed to get dinner done. She was sure Sojiro was getting hungry. With a quick hop and a leap Kita disappeared from the top of her rock.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 28, 2016 0:24:25 GMT -6
Sparks flared up on their swords as their speed increased and Sojiro’s slipped into a stillness inside him, everything concentrated on his father’s flashing blade. Swinging around him like numerous daggers, it didn’t seem to stop. Sojiro’s training carried him from one pass and on into the next. He’d get nicked and he would push back for a few moments before the circle of blades cornered him into defensive swipes again.
But he wasn’t going to fall.
A particular acute pitched ring echoed out as he angled the deadly blade away from him and … dust soared around his form - as if spilling from the blade itself. Both his father and himself paused. And glittering like the stars caught in the sky above Hueco Mundo, it faded.
"Well," Gin grinned, sheathing his blade, "that wasn't how I planned to finish our little game, but that was interesting enough, I admit."
Sojiro gave a muted glare in his direction. "Were you trying to make me drop?"
"Maybe~" his opponent quipped.
Sojiro sighed and winced as something pricked his hand. Looking down at his hand, he saw blood and -
Glancing over his shoulder, Gin snickered. "Did you get marked by your blade, Soji?"
Sojiro blinked and flexed the palm of his hand. The crescent burn stung and there was a new piece on his zanpakuto.
A crescent moon in the center on both sides and a crimson sheen to the silver cast.
Somehow it felt.... different.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 28, 2016 0:37:43 GMT -6
Gin smirked to himself. He knew the blade was hiding something still. But the bloody stain the hilt was more than he had been expecting. Had the blade been searching for pain? Or danger? He chuckled softly. How very interesting. His eyes gleamed as his son turned the long blade in his hand around. He really wouldn’t be going easy on him next time. Not with such an intriguing design before him. And what would poor Kita think of this? He chuckled and turned on his heel.“What are you doing?” Sojiro demanded. Gin tilted his head back towards his growing son. “Something~” he purred. “You’re not bothering Mom,” Sojiro stated, sheathing his blade and folding his arms. “But if I don’t go with you to your rooms, you won’t get to ask any of the questions you’re burning to blurt out.” “I don’t blurt, and I don’t need your opinion.” “Whose then?” the Snake prompted. “Your mother’s blade is very different than ours.” “I can ask them here.” “Or you can ask on the way, and I get to enjoy her cooking in return.” Sojiro growled, violet eyes narrowed in suspicion and before brightening back to sky blue. It looks like Gin had a deal. Moved
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Post by Lt. Kairo Namori on Feb 12, 2016 23:42:24 GMT -6
“Reckless Action”: (continued) Too hot? he wondered to himself, as the ache in his muscles shook down his limbs from his own attack. The tremors in his legs were the worst. He flinched as the first heat wave pulsed outwards. Damn. That didn’t help. Heat was supposed to cool the pain… but this … fire.. was different. Kairo grit his teeth as another, hotter wave radiated out from his chest… it deepened the throbbing centers: his knees, calves, all along his arms, especially- Kairo cursed loudly as he landed on the sandy floor and both of his shoulders popped with a sickening crack, sending a whole new stream of pain down his bones. He gasped and rolled to his side, huffing. He groaned as another pulse flew through him. He was really starting to see spots. What number was he on? Kairo screamed between gritted teeth as the pain lit up through his whole body with the next breath he took. “Damn you, woman!”
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