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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 29, 2016 21:16:11 GMT -6
Kita looked to Sojiro touching his shoulder and kissing his cheek as she walked around him toward the counter. She grabbed her glass of wine, turned and walked over to the table. "Lets eat. It's getting cold."
The three sat down at the table and enjoyed their dinner. Gin sitting across from her, Sojiro sitting beside them at the head of the table. Gin and Sojiro talking about the new form his zanpakuto took on. Kita adding to or asking questions as well as they talked. A few times Sojiro had to change the direction of the conversation when she would get involved and Gin finding away to turn it back around on her. A few times he grew greatly annoyed with his father, but Gin did get a soft smile and even a chuckle out of Sojiro a few times when the conversation was light and airy and did not bother her.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 29, 2016 21:56:54 GMT -6
Sojiro found himself to be confused by his father as the evening went on. And not because he managed to make him laugh. But because during the meal, it would seem as if he would care about their feelings and yet in the next, he would back to heckling his mother. He would praise the missing Captain Commander for having the guts to follow after the old captain of flame, and then he would sneer at Ukitake’s morality. It was easier to guess at what he was thinking during the training, and when Kita finally stood up to start clearing the table, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tired, Sojiro?” the grinning demon purred.
“Tired of you and your games,” he returned, blunt. His eyes narrowed and he folded his arms. “Though it does make me see why Uncle Kisuke saved your ass after all you had done in the first war.”
Gin chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “And why would that be?” he murmured, lifting his wine glass.
“Because you’re like him more than Aizen,” Sojiro pronounced. “You thrive on the chaos and something lured you to ply your trade on the side of the dark and not the light.”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 29, 2016 22:18:04 GMT -6
Gin tilted his head. “Aizen is quite persuasive.” A slight smirk lit up his son’s eyes. “But if that was everything, I highly doubt I would have gotten close enough for my attempt to kill him.” Gin rose from his chair. He glanced over his shoulder as his son’s lapse into triumph faded. He chuckled again and looked to the crimson liquid swimming in his glass.
“I’ll explain something to you, kid, since you’re so interested, and I doubt your mother or Tervaden, if he were to come back, would. Your mother, because she wants to protect you, and Tervaden, because that would be revealing too much."
He tipped his wine glass towards the table, righting it just as one drop fell to the marble floor. “But first, tell me, what colors do you see and how many sides are there to a coin?”
Sojiro shook his head. “If you’re about to say there’s more than two sides to a coin, I already know that one. Kisuke taught it to me. And there’s white and red, instead of black. What are you getting at?”
“Those are the two main choices, son. Not black and white. Because one side will do everything to wash away the blood on their hands with words like justice and truth and the other side does nothing of the sort. Because where there is blood, there is life and freedom. Everything is allowed on the side I walk, Sojiro. And it’s a lot easier not to fall off the edge and lose your sanity.”
He grinned as Kita re-entered the room. “And here’s an example of the other side of white, how it blends into the other and loses direction very easily.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 29, 2016 22:26:59 GMT -6
Kita looked to Gin hearing what he said and then her son which was looking solely at her with slight confusion in his eyes. "That's enough Gin. You have said too much, and once you can decide which side you want to walk on you can talk about me and thinking I lost my direction. I know what path I belong on. You on the other hand..." She hung up the towel she was using to dry dishes as she heard Sojiro yawn.
Turning she put out of her mind what she was saying as she walked over to her son and kissed the top of his head her hands on either shoulder as he still sat at the table. "Why don't you turn in. I know you have to be tired. I saw the training your father put you through today."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jan 29, 2016 22:35:12 GMT -6
Sojiro stretched and looked to his mother. “No, he did not take it easily on me, but I wanted it that way.” He paused, looking between the two, and stood. “Maybe I will go to sleep if he promises not to try anything. Again. And find something to swear by."
Gin chuckled and leaned against the wall. “Between your hurtful threats and your mother's coldness, I don't know where I will be."
Sojiro’s eyes narrowed. “I mean it, Ichimaru. Whatever plan you have up your drooping sleeves is not going to work. She’s not dessert."
"I thought we had dessert," the Snake retorted.
"No more then," Sojiro replied, not letting himself be further riled up. "If you touch mother, I-"
Kita set a hand on his head, making him halt. "Mom..." he muttered.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 29, 2016 22:48:56 GMT -6
She smiled warmly at her son kissing his cheek. "Go ahead and turn in. I can handle your father." From the corner of her eyes she looked Gin's way hoping he did not notice as he looked at their son. Her eyes went back to Sojiro. "Go. Your father is harmless unless you piss him off and I don't see me doing that." She told him.
Sojiro looked to his father once more his eyes filled with warning, turning back to his mother he kissed her cheek. "Sweet dreams, mom. I love you."
Kita returned the kiss, "I love you too Sojiro. Good night and sweet dreams."
Sojiro glared at his father again as he walked from the room to his room. "Good night." He told his father before he disappeared down the hall to his room.
The door closed to his room as Kita looked across the room at Gin. She thought the silence would have been uncomfortable between them, but it was not.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 29, 2016 23:05:05 GMT -6
Gin smiled lightly at the quiet that settled over the room. “Looks like he believed you and left, dearie.” Tilting his head again, he walked towards her. “Care to explain why you think I’m harmless.”
Kita shook her head and turned around, reaching for the wine bottle she’d left on the counter. “Let me put it this way,” she murmured, turning again and finding Gin siting at the couch with trademark smirk across his lips. “If you are anymore of an ass, I won’t share the rest of the wine with you and kick you out of the room early.” She strode over to him and offered him a clean glass. “And don’t go pretending that you don’t think I can do it. You’re smarter than that.”
Gin shrugged as he accepted the glass. “I have never said that you couldn’t do it.” He watched the beautiful liquid fill his glass and the sheen of her pale hands through the glass. How the crimson deepened the violet of her eyes. He raised his crystalline eyes to her. “It was more that you lack the conviction to do such.” He lifted his glass. “And what shall we toast to? An evening not filled with loneliness?”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 29, 2016 23:14:22 GMT -6
Kita giggled as she finished filling the glasses, "You're not staying the night here." She informed him firmly as the bottle sat to the coffee table in front of him. She took a seat next to him keeping a full cushion between them. She tipped her glass taking a sip as she looked to him from over her glass. As it lowered she smiled at him warmly. "So you think I lack conviction do you?"
He was about to answer her as she places a finger over his lips. "Before you answer. Remember I am not that seventeen year old, lost little girl anymore."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 29, 2016 23:24:18 GMT -6
“Hmmmm~” Gin hummed to himself and tilted his head. “If you were that seventeen year old girl, you would have no way to resist my charm and power and we’d be having this conversation after you were thoroughly claimed for the evening.” As she sputtered into her glass and blushed, he tilted his head the other way. “Perhaps it is less that you lack conviction and more that you lack the ability to choose one path and tiptoe across all.” He poked at the general vicinity of the chain. “And keep getting scarred for it.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 29, 2016 23:29:42 GMT -6
Kita set her glass to the table in front of them and looked to Gin. "I wear my scars proudly just as you. The only difference is I know where I belong. Just because I tiptoe across many paths does not mean I don't know where I belong. Unlike you." She went to stand from the couch finding herself jerked back down.
Gin tugged her back down to the couch, flung the cushion aside, and pinned her beneath him. His eyes glittered behind his silver hair as he pushed closer to her, his body pressing against her in all the right places. His grin darkened. "Do explain, dearie, or demonstrate, if you dare~"
"I don't have to demonstrate." She pushed against him. "You have already done that. You're the only man I know that follows a man because of a woman in a vow to kill him. You attempt and fail getting your ass handed to you in return. Then return to the scene of the crime and follow the same man you hate as much as I." She paused and looked into his narrowing eyes. "You don't belong here any more than I do. You may not belong with Soul Society either, but you don't belong here either. You let me into your dark heart enough to at least know that much about you, Gin."
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Post by Chinmoku on Jan 30, 2016 12:48:11 GMT -6
As Ichimaru pressed against the woman, his grin growing wide, Chinmoku crept silently into the room. While remaining undetected, Chinmoku gathered itself. Once gathered, Chinmoku extending its blade placing it beneath Ichimaru's chin.
Gin's grin widened as he turned his head to face the mass. "Too afraid to face me himself, so he sends...this?"
"There is no fear to be had, when it comes to you." Chinmoku spoke softly. "What is there to fear from a man who does not understand himself?"
"You're one to talk..."
Chinmoku's wings fluttered slightly as blood began to drip from Ichimaru's chin. "I am not here to argue with you." Chinmoku lowered its blade. "I am here, at my full strength. Which means, Tervaden is as well. He is waiting for you, where his turmoil began. He is waiting for you, without the aid of his god, to fight him beyond the limits you have set for yourself."
"And, if I choose not to entertain the Wolf?"
"You will die." Chinmoku spread its wings before dispersing and leaving the room.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 30, 2016 15:06:55 GMT -6
Gin wiped at the blood on his chin. “Tell me, dearie,” he purred, “how is it that I don’t belong here when this new threat has done nothing less than excite me,” he leaned closer to her again, “in more ways than one. I could devour you and force you to enjoy every moment of it. Perhaps that will silence your insistent questions. Or,” he ran a hand down her throat, “you can explain yourself, and my game with you will be gentler. Before I go on the hunt.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 30, 2016 15:19:56 GMT -6
Kita's eyes fluttered as his warm hand coursed down her throat. Her heart racing, but not from fear. His touch alone sat her very soul on fire and he knew that from the years they were together while in Las Noches. The very reason he prayed on her like a wounded animal. She became silent for a moment trying to clear her mind as he gently touched her pressing his body against hers.
"You...Your talk... with Sojiro..." She wiggled under him her hands going to his shoulders, she had to get away from him. She had to put that distance between them like before or she was going to get nowhere in this conversation, but drug to the bedroom.
"Stop it Gin." She told him pushing harder against him until they were both sitting up on the couch again. She pulled at her dress straightening it. "Just because you get excited about a threat don't mean you belong here." She looked at him their eyes locking. "Hell Kenny and the others in Division eleven do that. Give me a better excuse."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jan 30, 2016 15:48:45 GMT -6
Gin chuckled and folded his arms. “Persistent, aren’t you, Kitten?” he murmured. He stared at her for a few moments longer and then rose, picking up his glass of wine. “The difference is as plain as that which I told our son, Kita.” He tipped the glass down, letting the thick liquid drip down his arm. “The lengths of which I will go.” As the last drop dripped to the floor beneath them both, Gin turned to face Kita again. His eyes were like stalactites, gleaming sharp points of unknown emotion.
“But then again,” he continued in a smooth, deadly whisper. “If that were what kept me here, isn’t there something that could happen that would change it all?”
His hand clenched, shattering the glass, and thick blood slithered down his arm, staining his sleeve, darkening the taint of the wine. He let the crimson shards fall to the floor. “Do you still fear death, dearie~?
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jan 30, 2016 16:09:53 GMT -6
Kita grabbed his hand to heal his wound as he tried to jerk it back, she held tight and gave him a stern glare as her fingertip glided across the palm of his hand healing the cut. "You seem to think that Las Noches holds all the answers. You think you're free to do what you want here and in some ways. You are." Her head nodded as she looked to the other cuts on his hand. Her head slowly lifting as she looked into his eyes again.
"You tried to kill him. He don't trust you and the only reason your around is because he knows your a danger to him. On his side he can control you." Her look became serious. "On your own or joining with the others that hate him you become a threat." She released his hand lifting her hand to his chin letting her thumb glide across the cut on his chin as she still looked into his eyes. "A threat he has given to Vale to deal with."
Her hands went to her lap as she looked down to them. "I know you are strong," She looked up at him, "and for some crazy reason I trust you. But know this Gin Ichimaru. Vale will kill you. It is only a matter of time." Her eyes started to sting as she choked back the tears as her head shook slightly.
"No matter how much of a pain in my backside you are. I don't want to..." she hesitated and looked away to her wine glass picking it up. She took a sip lowering it as she looked at the liquid swirl in the glass. "...Sojiro needs his real father." She looked back to him.
"You don't belong here, but only you can make the change."
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