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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Mar 10, 2015 17:12:07 GMT -6
Vale was slammed against the wall. He coughed up blood as he slid down the wall. "Shit..." He gasped for air as he placed his hand over the hidden blood mark. A vision of Szayel's lab flickered as Vale began to laugh. "You don't get it..." More blood. "Do you? If I have to bring the whole world down...I will. What you have is an illusion. If Aizen has taught you anything...It should be that the truth of this world...That's what people are unprepared for. That's what people are afraid of. What happens when people learn the truth, Rose?"
Vale slowly rose to his feet, holding his chest. "They PANIC! You all fucking panic! Look at you! You're always so fucking flustered, not knowing what direction you're going. You want that bullshit comforting lie that all the world is good and evil can be extinguished. Well, guess what? Here I am! And, here I will stay!"
Vale fell to knees again. "Alister!" he shouted, coughing up more blood.
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Post by Alister on Mar 10, 2015 17:40:42 GMT -6
A godly gate opened inside of the room, halting Yumiko in her attack. He looked to the Soul Reaper who, by now, was barely holding on. "You've pushed yourself too far, Tervaden. You were not ever shielding yourself against her attacks." He lifted the Soul Reaper to his feet. "One last shot, hm?"
"Is Koga done?" asked the Soul Reaper.
Alister nodded. "He is. He is waiting on you."
The Soul Reaper looked back the Yumiko, suspended in time. "Let's go. To the Throne Room."
Alister walked the Soul Reaper into the godly gate. The gate closed behind them, and time resumed.
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Mar 10, 2015 17:58:06 GMT -6
Yumiko’s final attack finished dying out and tears ran down her face. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was alone again. Her door sprang open and then Vacanze was apologizing and asking her what happened. “It doesn’t matter,” Yumiko replied, gathering her sleeping kimono around her and reaching in the chest for another one for some modesty. “Vacanze, I am going to Soul Society, where Kisuke and Kita went to heal Kyoraku-san.” “How do you-” “It doesn’t matter how I know,” Yumiko responded, picking up her zanpakuto and the slipping the gloves over her smarting hands. “Nothing happened that can be changed, and I am unharmed.” Tossing her hair behind her, she turned around and faced his contemplative look. “Please don't stop me, Vacanze. I don’t want to stay here.” Vacanze finally nodded. “You can make the door, right?” She nodded. “Alright then, but I am coming with you. There’s been enough hell tonight without you getting snagged again.” She winced but he pretended not to notice. Until she made the door. She blinked as he kneeled with his back facing her. “Hop on. I’m faster than you, and you look worn out.” Yumiko hesitated and then sheathed her blade, taking the offered ride. “You didn’t need to do that,” she murmured. “Blame, Kita,” he replied. “I can tell that something is wrong, and I highly suspect the bastard Vale is behind that.” Yumiko leaned against his back and didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. She could feel more tears coming. “I won’t….”
A part of me never will, either.
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Mar 30, 2015 20:15:03 GMT -6
"First Encounter": (continue) After dropping off the mop and broom and dumping the nasty water from the bucket, Kisuke turned and left the utility room. Walking through the living area he turned and walked down the hall. A few doors down on the left he stopped and slid open the door.
"This will be your room. It was occupied by a young lady before you. So if you find something that Tessai or myself may have missed when we cleaned the room, I would appreciate if you would put it aside for her when she come to visit us again."
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Mar 30, 2015 20:19:06 GMT -6
Vale looked around the room before turning to the man. "Do I get something other than this kimono to wear?" He pulled at the kimono's sleeve and smiled. "This girl who stayed here...She and I don't have any ill feelings toward each other do we?"
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Mar 30, 2015 20:26:35 GMT -6
Kisuke chuckled softly and lifted his hat slightly looking at Vale. "I am not sure how to answer that one. Just know she was one of the captive in Las Noches with the other young lady." He turned and walked toward the door.
"You will find clothes in the drawers that will fit you." He turned at the door and looked back at him. "Dinner is at six. We like everyone at the table at that time. It gives us time to talk and cover the day's events."
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Mar 30, 2015 20:30:56 GMT -6
Vale nodded. He opened his mouth to speak but hesitated. "Um..Thank you...Sir..." Vale walked over and opened one of the drawers and pulled out a shirt. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to go out later. Maybe see the town. Stretch my legs a bit."
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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Mar 30, 2015 20:39:16 GMT -6
Kisuke waved his hand over his shoulder nonchalantly as he stepped from the room to give the man some privacy. Slowly he closed the door behind him as he spoke. "You're free to do as you wish. You're no longer a prisoner of mine, but a guest."
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Post by Seto Tetsuya on Mar 30, 2015 20:56:32 GMT -6
Vale smiled as the door shut behind the man. He removed the kimono and changed into something he was more comfortable in. He walked over to the window and looked out. He was finally free from the cell, yet still felt confined. They will never trust me. Never...Never.Never... |
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Jun 5, 2015 11:34:29 GMT -6
"Stepping Away":Yumiko rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling as tears leaked from her eyes, leaving yet another burning trail to combat the solid numbness. She didn’t care. Her mind was far away. On the dream. It had been the day after the party… as it should have been and Vale had yet again interrupted her from making breakfast to have a meal of a different kind. Churning her desire up with his commanding kisses and setting her aflame with the mischief gleaming in his eyes, he’d carried her from their small kitchen… And to their bedroom. His laughter echoed in her mind as he darted away from her attempts to turn the tables with a tickling match, halted by a change in his eyes, a sharp possessive promise. With a quick snatch of her wrists, he tugged her over his heated body…. Yumiko clenched a hand in the sheet, clinging to the one last vision of good given her…. Eyes dancing, Yumiko tried to pull her wrists free. “You know I still have my lips and ton-”
Vale arched up to seal her lips, keeping her locked against him by keeping ahold of her wrists. He groaned when she let out a little moan and altered hand positions, keeping her wrists pinned above his head with one hand as his free hand snuck up her skirt, tickling the outside of her thigh as he broke the kiss.
“Not really,” he grinned. “Your lips will always belong to me and I enjoy conquering your tongue.” He let his free hand rise further sliding over her lace panties.
Vale’s smirk grew as she squirmed on top of him. “Still thinking you can win, love?”
Heat suffused her cheeks and she pulled on her hands again, gasping as Vale punished her silence by nibbling down her neck and nuzzling her bra down to suck and leave marks on her nearest breast.
Trembling, she shook her head. “That doesn’t mean I am going to say that there is no escape, rogue. It means I won’t leave the bed soon.”
Vale chuckled against her rose-scented skin. “But I want you to,” he nipped the tip of her freed nipple and pressed down on her clit, “and in this apartment you belong to me.” Yumiko moaned and pushed down on him, wanting to be freed.
The scene blurred with her in a new position, completely naked, nipples tingling and her back arching as Vale lifted her hips higher to attack her clit and entrance from a more acute angle. An angle that always left her doing little but jerking and moaning. Letting up, his tongue slid up to flick her breast as his hot body moved higher over her writhing slick skin, a hard length pushing at her hypersensitive cavern.
In position, Vale lifted to her ear and licked it. “Say it, Yumiko. Say there’s no escape. Give in…”
“I’m yours, Vale,” she whispered, laying against her pillow. She closed her eyes, letting more pain wash over her, keeping her whimpers down. "Vale, why wasn't it enough?" A half hour later, she rose. Fixing her sleeping kimono, ignoring the deep-seated fire in her belly, she left the room. Everyone was still abed. Not wanting company or questions, she slipped out of the house through the back garden. She paused at a tall bush of large white roses… and reached out to caress one. Closing her eyes, she shunpo’ed away. Moved
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Aug 25, 2015 12:08:16 GMT -6
"Once Upon a Time or Nevermore": Curled under the blankets in the guest room of the shop, Yumiko twisted away from the sliver of light pouring in from the window. The light just seemed to press on her pain more. The pain from…. everything that had happened in Las Noches. And more headaches. She whimpered, wrapping the second pillow around her head, tears leaking free. Her throat closed up. She was tired of losing things and yet it was happening again. It had seemed to be the courageous thing to leave Mizue no Kagami behind in order to keep moving forward, but the emptiness left behind by the distance was ripping into her with each staggering beat of her heart. Her hand pulsed as she clenched it. Just one of her phantom wounds. A moment later, she threw the pillow away and stood up. To escape another ghost - that of Vale’s scent and her blood. Leaning against the wall, she tried to retreat to other times, but she couldn’t latch onto anything. Again. Too much darkness resided there once again - too much sealed again - and yet the agony-tainted sensations lingered from the joy and confusion of receiving them remained. Along with more flashes. She knew what Alister had done. But the fact gave her little to no peace. She screamed when the door opened, relaxing once again when Tessai entered the room. The man frowned as he held out a cup of hot chocolate and a pill. “The Boss says that this will help with the headaches.” He looked to Yumiko, nightgown plastered to her, and his frown deepened. “Are you sure you don’t want a sleeping pill?” She shook her pale face quickly. “I can’t. I’m too alert. The nightmares-” She took a slow, halting breath. “I can’t black out now. It will pass.” Yumiko turned away, sitting on the windowsill before accepting the cup and pill. She stared into the dark liquid, stomach turning as it too turned crimson. She lifted it to her lips, grateful for the hint of warmth that flowed. She offered a wane smile to Tessai. “It will pass,” she stated. It has to.
She reached out, touching a rose that peeked out from the garden outside. It always has before.The door closed behinds her. She closed her eyes, wrapping a hand around the window frame. “Why, Vale… why….” She didn’t know if she asking about the rape, the twisted confession, or the ring. No longer on her finger - but not thrown away. A tainted memento, it still rested against her sternum - of a dream slowly slipping away. Another tear slipped down. Or was she asking why she still didn’t hate those who had first scarred her, leaving her so vulnerable for the next person to carve into her? Or her pride, keeping her from giving in… after all this time. Because she still wanted tor reach for that blinding light. No matter what it did to her next.
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Post by Captain Juushiro Ukitake on Sept 22, 2015 20:02:00 GMT -6
"Searching for Harmony in the Pieces Left Behind":The months following the Soul King’s interference had been rough. Yumiko had barely left her futon in the guest room, and Kita’s own scars kept her from reaching out very far to her friend. Orhime wouldn’t leave Kurosaki’s side, even more so when he was without any means to defend himself. And the kids had retreated from the heavy atmosphere, Yoruichi as a cat at their side. Meals went on, but rarely was everyone in the same place at the time. Gin only appeared there if Kita or his son did. Yorusuke, still in Karakura, fidgeted at the table with Kisuke, Tessai, and any other guests. Really, even with the Soul King’s victory, it was all very hard to watch. Juushiro sighed. Waiting at the door to his ward’s room would get him nowhere. This would be a difficult endeavor in the best of circumstances. He knocked on the door to alert her.
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Sept 22, 2015 20:29:40 GMT -6
Yumiko opened her eyes as the knock sounded, breaking free from the drifting images and memories. The pieces still left her. The ring fell from her fingers back to her chest, resting there in the V of her simple sky blue kimono, amethysts gleaming faintly to her eyes, still half clouded by the fog of her mind. The combat of logic and her duty as a noble against the arguments attempting to find a hook even deeper into her psyche. Shaking her head, she cleared her vision of another fire-filled flash before it changed into a crimson curtain. Or to echoes of Vale’s voice. Or Koga’s prophecies. Still, her hand began to throb again.
Would it ever stop?
She looked to the rose on her lap, dark red petals fanning over her pale clothes.
Did she want it to?
“Come in,” she murmured.
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Post by Captain Juushiro Ukitake on Sept 23, 2015 11:54:33 GMT -6
Juushiro pushed the door open and smiled at his ward as best he could. “How are you feeling today?” he asked, coming over and sitting beside her.
“Well enough,” she murmured. She paused, eyes still on the rose, her namesake… Her eyes narrowed slightly, keeping her tears at bay. “How is Kita?”
Juushiro stayed silent for a moment, evaluating her muted reaction and tone. Trying to judge how far she had withdrawn into herself. He looked to the window and the sunshine streaming through the heavy curtain she had put in place. “She’s doing about as well as you are,” he admitted.
Yumiko’s hands spasmed before going still again. “She’ll recover. She’s not alone.”
Juushiro turned back to his surrogate daughter and reached into the sleeve of his kimono. Slowly, he took her hand, giving her a chance to pull away. It stayed limp in his grip. “Neither are you,” he responded, placing the tattered sewn square bookmark into her hand.
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Post by Yumiko Ryouma on Sept 23, 2015 13:27:33 GMT -6
Yumiko didn’t respond immediately, examining the unsteady stitches in the fabric and the shape of the flower blossom, sewn in overlapping red and blue thread, her eyes drawn to the stamp in the corner, the personal stamp on some of her poetry from the past before moving to the bead of blood around one tip of a petal. For once, the crimson stain didn’t bother her. Her eyes watered, though she was unsure why. “When did I make this?” she asked slowly, keeping more emotions at bay.
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