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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Jun 2, 2015 16:08:04 GMT -6
Kita walked up to Gin and slid her hand in his as he quickly looked over at her then back to Mr. Faux. Gin's look caused her to jolt slightly, she could see he was highly annoyed with Mr. Faux at that moment. He was as ridged as a board. It was almost as if he were dealing with Aizen all over again with the look she saw in his eyes and his actions toward the old man, but that was not possible Aizen was dead. She had to believe that because if she didn't she would live in fear until Aizen did finally show. She shook her feelings and tighten her hand around his, cringing somewhat with the pain that shot up her arm from her injured fingers.
"Babe," Kita said at almost a whisper.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Jun 2, 2015 16:32:10 GMT -6
Gin turned at her hurt whimper and glanced down to her fingers. The tension in his body faded and he looked back at Gary. “I think you and I will see much of each other,” he murmured. He couldn’t be sure that his suspicion was grounded without talking to him more, but as an old man, there was little he could do.
And if he was….
Then I will murder you in cold blood, even in a human guise.
Keeping the threat veiled behind his eyes, Gin enfolded Kita in his arms. “We need to tend to those.” Slowly, he lifted her into his arms, nestling her against his long, lean body, before turning down the pathway towards the shop. He was still here. He lived in the present. And he would find Aizen before he could do any further harm to his family. He nipped Kita's nearest ear. "Relax, honey. I am right here."
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Post by Old Man Gary Faux on Jun 2, 2015 16:41:26 GMT -6
Gary watched as Ichimaru walked away with Kita cradled in his arms. "Yes, yes indeed we will."
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he turned himself, walking the direction of his own home. The thought of destroying Ichimaru danced on the forefront of his mind as he walked slowly along in the dim light of the street lamps.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jun 18, 2015 12:53:53 GMT -6
"Young Attitude":
As the streets bustled with life around her, Evita sat with her arms folded in the shadow of a fountain. She wore dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt with the logo - “I am not your damsel in distress.” Evita didn’t care where she was. She just wanted to watch. And learn. Her vibrant eyes narrowed. Something had happened and no one was mentioning Gary. But what? She wanted to know. And even if she couldn’t find out here, there was enough of a commotion here to pique her interest.
She leaned back and reached into her pocket for some gum, taking a piece and sliding it between her teeth, before resuming her position. She sighed as a shadow passed over her.
“You’re getting faster. I need a new place to hide,” she muttered.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jun 18, 2015 12:55:59 GMT -6
Ichigo sighed with exasperation at his sort of daughter as she looked at a fundraiser around them. “You know,” he stated as he sat next to her, “you could ask your mother or I, Kisuke or Vacanze, to take you out if you’re bored.”
“I wanted to be alone,” she replied. “I’m old enough for that.”
“Your mother would disagree,” Ichigo countered. “You’re still young. And you left without breakfast or telling us, anyone.”
Evita shrugged. “Nothing will happen to me. No one notices me.”
Ichigo sighed, wondering if that was part of her powers. Because it was true. Evita could blend in anywhere - unless she was around those in Karakura with special powers. He frowned momentarily. Or Gary. Also known as Aizen.
He sighed and reached into his jacket pocket. “Here,” he murmured. “Hime made your favorite snack. Peanut butter and jelly.”
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jun 18, 2015 13:53:32 GMT -6
As her stomach growled, Evita made a face of frustration. She didn’t want to be hungry. Taking the paper bag and pulling out the milk and sandwich, she started eating, licking her fingers as the jelly dripped out. She wondered…. and then asked.
“When are we going to the park again?”
Something like the twang of a rubber band went through Ichigo’s mind. She’d found something. Evita took another bite. Waiting.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jun 18, 2015 14:52:13 GMT -6
Ichigo rubbed his head to keep from sighing or glowering. Evita was sharp and could pick up on that. Her mind-reading or mind-feeling - as Kisuke called it at this point - didn’t help. But they couldn’t just tell her. His stomach twinged in a momentary pang of guilt. Even if they weren’t avoiding it. They were just waiting for Kisuke to address it. But he had shut himself inside his lab finishing some project.
The substitute turned to Evita. “Soji’s spending time with his father, and Gary is busy with his own life,” he supplied in a neutral tone. That was close enough. Soji was staying at the shop. And Gary was busy. In prison.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jun 18, 2015 15:04:45 GMT -6
Evita tilted her head as she nibbled on the remaining crust. Something in his reply was off but she couldn’t place what it was. “What happened with Gary?” she asked, probing. There was something…. darker …. at the end of Ichigo’s statement. Was it there?
She probed the waves protecting his mind, looking for a hole.
“Is Gary alright?”
“He’s fine,” Ichigo said shortly, and the dark hint grew.
“Okay,” she said, sitting up. “Strawberry, I want strawberry ice cream.”
Her mother’s boyfriends sighed. “Your mother said- Wait! Do you have to call me that?”
“Why not? It’s your name,” she stated, pressing further, poking deeper as the leap breathed a hole around the web of energy.
Ichigo suddenly ruffled her head. “It means one to protect. Not strawberry. I keep telling you that.”
Evita’s eyes flashed as the waves vanished and swatted his hands away. “No touching!” she hissed. She patted her hair down with a frown.
Damn it! She’d lost it!
Her eyes sparked as she locked onto another target, tugging on one thread. "I want ice cream," she stated.
Ichigo made a face. "One scoop, no more."
I win.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Jun 19, 2015 11:31:32 GMT -6
Ichigo rubbed at the back of his neck and then offered her his hand. “Come on. There’s a ice cream stand over there. Let’s get you a scoop and then go find your mother.”
Evita looked up at him, head tilted, eyes glowing. “You could bring it here.”
Ichigo felt a spike of irritation rise at that. Perhaps because the look reminded him distantly of her father. He really wasn’t sure from what but shook his head. “I don’t think so, Eve,” he murmured, slipping in his own nickname for her, his own personal way from differentiating her from Aizen. “You’ll slip away, and I promised your mother I would find and return you.”
“I could run now,” she pointed out, tone blunt.
“And I could catch you,” Ichigo retorted. “You only win hide and seek with me if you get a head start. And that's temporary." He held out his hand again. "Come on."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jun 21, 2015 19:35:23 GMT -6
Evita looked up at him and then gave him her hand, letting him pull her up. She glanced up and tugged on the same thread again. "I want to stop by the shop. Sojiro challenged me to chess and we haven't had our match."
Ichigo sighed. "I suppose we could do that," he murmured. He reached into his pocket. "I'll call Hime." As the phone started to ring, Evita spoke up again. "Don't forget my triple scoop ice cream."
"You mean double," Ichigo retorted automatically. Evita smirked. "If you say so."
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 21:03:30 GMT -6
"A Little Walk with Twilight":
As evening fell on Karakura, Evita strolled down a street in jeans and a red T-shirt, heading towards the park. Seeing a late ice cream vendor, she changed direction, started talking, and walked off with a free vanilla and chocolate swirlie. She smirked to herself. It was so easy with the normal people of this town.
She leaned against a lamp post to eat her treat, thinking about the past week and a half. The time period gleeful Strawberry with a shadow had been replaced by a fake Strawberry dripping in a crimson aura that blanketed everything he touched. But Mom. She didn’t let him touch her mother. She licked her fingers as the cone dripped. Orihime thought she was getting ‘sentimental’.
Foolish thought.
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 21:29:19 GMT -6
In the same outfit he went out to purchase the flowers for Kita, Aizen walked up behind his youngest daughter, a handkerchief now dangled in her face as she looked up from her fingers. "It is not safe for a young girl to be on the streets this late at night." Aizen looked around, "where are your mother and father, young lady?"
He adjusted his hat to get a better look at the young girl. He smiled kindly at her as she gave him a knowing smile. "Do I know you?"
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 21:44:49 GMT -6
Evita’s smile stayed the same, eager to play the new game the man before her brought with him. “I don’t know,” she replied, tilting her head. “Maybe you’re familiar, and maybe you’re not.” Like with Gary, there was something about this man that drew her in - that stood out from this guise. With Gary, it was like a haze surrounded him. It gave her a headache. This man was different. It was like there were two people talking to her, a mirror image overlapping something more. Something dark but compelling.
Wondering, she took the handkerchief and wiped her hands. She knew he was more than he seemed. She didn't know how. She just did. The same way she knew the Strawberry was a fake. Her eyes sharpened, reaching for her energy. She flung it out and focused, trying to move a curl on his forehead to the other side. “My mother is just shopping over there,” she continued in the same persuasive but enigmatic tone she loved. “She said I could wait here.”
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Post by Sousuke Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 22:35:54 GMT -6
Aizen smirked at the young girl and tipped his hat slightly. "Well then young lady let me introduce myself. My name is--" He paused slightly and smiled warmly at her. "My name is Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto. You can call me Yamamoto if you wish." He paused again, "and what might your name be little one?"
He gestured to a nearby bench for them to have a set as the two of them moved toward the bench she answered his question.
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Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Jul 7, 2015 22:45:39 GMT -6
She chuckled. “My name is Yumiko. Yumiko Ryouma.” Her mind flashed back to all the stories she’d heard from Kisuke and Juushiro. “That name is too long. I am going to call you Yama-jii.” Finally, the curl moved. Her eyes sparkled with triumph as she took the seat offered. She scooted forward, just in case she needed to bolt.
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