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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 13, 2014 12:06:28 GMT -6
The fox hummed in thought. "I wonder... should I?" He vanished-
And appeared behind Ulquiorra, Shinsou at the espada's neck. "I could kill you right now, if I wanted ter, ya know." He tapped the flesh with his blade. "But it's always been rude ter kill a messenger, not to mention it kind of ruins the fun if you don't even flinch."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 13, 2014 12:13:27 GMT -6
Green eyes slid towards his slitted ones. "Why bother when you're playing around?" Ulquiorra responded.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 13, 2014 12:16:34 GMT -6
Gin chuckled. "So what was my old master's reaction when ya told 'im I was still alive?," he questioned, still tapping his blade against his neck. "I'm very curious about that, you know?"
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 13, 2014 12:28:02 GMT -6
His orders were to get Ichimaru to accept an audience with his master, with no limitations. "He appeared intrigued," Ulquiorra answered honestly.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 13, 2014 12:32:53 GMT -6
"Did he now?" Gin whispered. He retracted Shinsou, sliding him back into his sheath.
"That makes two of us," he stated in a more normal sing-song tone. He leaned against the nearest tree. "Tell me, how many of his army returned to him and how many were 'dead'?" he emphasized with another sly smile.
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 13, 2014 12:36:43 GMT -6
Ulquiorra turned to face him once more. "You know many of us, and he has found a new right hand." His eyes narrowed slightly, watching the silver-haired reaper's next move carefully. "He may trust her more than he did you."
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Aug 13, 2014 12:43:23 GMT -6
"Really, am I supposed to be jealous?" Gin sneered.
He walked over to Ulquiorra and grinned his most wicked grin yet. He hadn't used it in a long time. "Not. Impressed," he stated. The fox whirled on his heel. "That's the message. So hurry on back to Las Noches before I have ta hurt ya."
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Post by Ulquiorra Cifer on Aug 13, 2014 12:46:25 GMT -6
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Sept 8, 2014 17:58:14 GMT -6
"Free from Hell": (continued)
Bursting through the gate on the other side Kita fell to her hands and knees panting hard. She was home. But not safe. Not yet. She looked around realizing where she was and pushed up from the ground and ran like mad toward Urahara Shop. Hoping one of them would feel her crazy spiritual power.
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Post by Captain Tsukiro Ashimitsu on Sept 8, 2014 18:02:37 GMT -6
Tsukiro had been walking around town (by order of his sensei) when suddenly a familiar reiatsu slammed into him. Kita. If he didn't recognize the insane feel of it, he would not have believed it was her. Yet he wasn't taking any chances. He shunpo'd through the town, following her energy until he came to the town square. There he saw a female figure running for her life out of the square. His heart rate went insane as he sped up and landed in front of her. They made eye contact for not even a full second and he grabbed her up, shunpo'ing back in the direction he came. Towards Kisuke's shop. Moved
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 13, 2014 17:03:25 GMT -6
"Raising Spirits": (continued)
Kita stopped running finally and fell against a stone fence that followed the sidewalk. She had no clue where she was, but it did not matter to her. She was starting to wonder where she belonged. Being lost was starting to feel better then being where everyone said she was supposed to be.
She slid down the wall and sat to the ground drawing her knees to her chest, folding her arms over her knees and resting her head to them. She cried more just wishing something made sense to her for once. Why couldn't they just leave her alone. All of them. She kept telling them to understand, but it was getting to the point she could hardly understand any more.
She sniffled hearing someone walking toward her not bothering to look up to see who it was. It this point she was hoping it was Aizen. At least he would take her back to a place she understood better than at the shop.
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Post by Captain Juushiro Ukitake on Oct 13, 2014 17:44:42 GMT -6
Juushiro sighed and sat down next to her, looking at the sky above. "You probably want to wake up right now. Forget all this happened. Go back to when everything made sense," he mused aloud. He turned to Kita and lifted her tear-streaked face. Reaching inside his shihakusho, he pulled out a handkerchief, brushed her tears away and gently instructed that she blow. Kita obeyed but started crying again. Juushiro's eyes narrowed for a moment before he buried it away.
He stroked her wet forehead. "No one wants to hurt you, Kita, but they're confused, trying to find a balance between the truth and what will keep you happy now. They want to be there for you, and the one you gravitate to is not very well liked. It creates tension. Usually Ichimaru-san wouldn't care at all what they would say, but you change the situation by needing him. He's not usually protective."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 13, 2014 18:08:12 GMT -6
Kita looked to Juushiro. "Its not like I wanted to. I tried to stand on my own. I remember that. I do remember something. Then one day it just all changed. It was like I woke up one morning and all I did was lean on him. I needed him and something kept telling me he needed me." She lowered her head again shaking it. "He don't need me. He never needed me. As a matter of fact he would be better off if I disappeared from his life."
Kita sobbed for a few seconds and spoke again. "Aizen gave me to him as a gift and from that day all I have done is cause him pain." She wiped her tears and sniffled. "I can see, sense and feel how Master Gin's moods are. Almost everything about him I can tell by just being close to him or looking at him. but when it comes to how he really thinks and feels about me..." She paused and sighed. "Theres nothing." She snubbed softly. "He told me once he adored me, but I felt nothing of it. Just him protecting me and that's only because of a promise he made to someone. I am guessing Kisuke made him make that promise. Sometimes I feel like he hates me and would rather see me dead."
She looked up into the sky and closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Why can't I just be normal and live a normal life. I did not ask for this. I did not ask for the Seraph to be part of me. Why? Why me?"
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Post by Captain Juushiro Ukitake on Oct 13, 2014 18:19:28 GMT -6
"No one can answer that question, Kita. Why are some poor and why is someone destined to become blind after enjoying the beauty of sight? It's only the gods that could answer those questions, and that is if they feel like we need to know."
He cleaned her face with his sleeve and bid her to look at him again. "Let me at least clear one thing here though. Ichimaru-san, for all his flaws, does not hate you. He has been indifferent to most of the world and reserved any feelings for only a few individuals for a long time. Somehow you managed to become the third person in his entire existence he cared for." He chuckled and smiled. "The reason you can't sense his feelings for you is because I doubt Ichimaru-san understands most of what he feels for you. You're the friend he has never had, someone who didn't need to know his past to find a reason to accept him. For while, he accepted the strangeness of it, but he didn't need to examine it. Now, Aizen has returned, one of the biggest existences in his life, and that changed everything."
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 13, 2014 18:50:00 GMT -6
Kita snubbed again as she looked at Juushiro. "I just want feel like I belong again. I am sorry, but I don't feel that here. Only when I am with Master Gin I feel comfortable. Everything is so odd and everyone keeps telling me things I should remember but don't. I can't help the fact that I forgot and its like they don't want to except that. Tsukiro even ran off because of it."
She sighed. "He left his family and friends because of me. He even broke up with me. So I guess when I do remember I can cry about it then, but now I feel bad because I can't cry over losing something that was probably the best part of my life."
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