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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jun 25, 2016 16:13:54 GMT -6
“Are you sure you have time for that?” Soji asked. “With all your homework?
“I think I can manage it, and it will be a nice change from homework until I drop.” She paused. “Please come over.”
Soji laughed and scratched the back of his head. “You're not the only one behind in that aspect, so I don't see a reason why I shouldn't. But tell me, why does it feel like you're asking me to save you from something?”
“Because you are,” Maki replied, smiling sweetly. “I need someone to interfere before I kill my roommate.”
Sojiro chuckled and opened the door to the classroom. “Surely she can’t be that bad," he murmured as they looked for a seat.
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Post by Makino Tori on Jun 25, 2016 16:33:04 GMT -6
Makino chuckled. "I will let you determine that on your own." Makino smiled brightly with another chuckle as they both took a seat next to one another. "Just a warning though. Don't get in her way or even look at her or Mis. Congeniality will bite your head off."
A chuckle was heard from behind them as they both turned to see who it was.
"You must be talking about your new roommate."
Walking toward them they saw Mitsuo as he sat down behind Sojiro.
Makino nodded quickly. "So you have met her, huh?"
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Post by Mitsuo Hayashi on Jun 25, 2016 16:42:33 GMT -6
"If that is what you want to call it." Mitsuo replied. "When I came looking for you the other day she answered the door." He huffed. "More like just opened it. I ask her if you were home. She grunted and closed the door in my face."
"She did what?!" Makino grumbled as Mitsuo looked to Sojiro.
Clasping his hand down on his shoulder he smiled at his friend. "You look a little better than you did this morning. You get good news or finally get laid?"
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Jun 25, 2016 16:47:13 GMT -6
Sojiro, who had been looking around for Riku, suddenly flushed at Mitsuo’s words and turned around to punch him in the arm as Makino buried her face in her book. “No! That did not happen. And you have terrible timing!” he hissed.
Mitsuo rubbed his arm and looked at the two, there was something about their reactions that was off slightly or maybe it was something that seemed too in-sync with them. He looked from Makino back to Sojiro. "What's that supposed to mean?" He looked back to Makino whose cheeks were now rosey red.
Soji rolled his eyes at his friend's curiosity and but knew he was partly to blame for reacting too. "Nothing," he muttered. "She was just being cornered outside of class by someone new and I helped her." He nudged Maki with his leg in hopes of getting her to calm down. "It made me feel a little better."
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Post by Mitsuo Hayashi on Jun 25, 2016 17:44:18 GMT -6
Mitsuo looked to Makino again as her head came quickly up and looked at Sojiro. She looked back at Mitsuo an innocent look and laugh. "Yeah. That's all he was just being my knight in shining armor. Nothing more.""Hm," Mistuo hummed as his hand lifted his fingers combing through his hair. "Sure. If you say so." He no more believed their story then he believed it was about to snow in the soul society. |
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Post by Makino Tori on Aug 18, 2016 11:18:50 GMT -6
"Bothersome Boy":
It was Monday after classes, Makino was exhausted from her last class, which was swordsmanship. Since their original instructor, Ayasegawa, had to take over the Kido class since the original instructor of that class, Ryouma, disappeared without a trace, instructors had to be swapped around to accommodate these changes.
The new instructor for the swordsmanship class was also from division eleven, and he worked them in the ground. It seemed the rumors about the eleventh division were true. They were brutal when it came to training and being the best and the strongest. Ayasegawa worked them hard but nowhere near as hard as this guy did. It also seemed the new instructor was a friend of Ayasegawa's. It was still hard to believe Ayasegawa was part of division eleven, and it seemed even harder to believe he was friends with that bald guy that taught their class today. He was loud and obnoxious, but damn -- he was crazy strong. And for some odd reason he targeted her.
"Ikkaku, that was his name Ikkaku Madarame." Makino thought to herself.
With a shake of her head she pushed on through the school grounds looking for Sojiro. He too should have been out of class by now, but she was not seeing him anywhere. She started to wonder if he got held up or just had an exhausting day as well and just went straight to his room. Either way she decided to keep look a little longer. If she had not found him after a bit she would go check in his dorm room.
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Post by Ouranos on Aug 18, 2016 12:45:49 GMT -6
Appearing out of nowhere, Ouranos stepped up behind the lovely young woman he had ordained to be his mate for creation. He said nothing, just waited for her to turn giving him her attention. When she did he smiled knowingly at her.
“Hello, my divine mistress.” He bowed then raised, his sparkling blue eyes catching her crystal violet eyes.
She had frozen in place like in a trance, only looking at him as he took advantage of her distraction he took her hand in his, turning it over and kissed her inner wrist.
“You grow more beautiful every time I see you. You are a true wonder to this realm.”
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Post by Makino Tori on Aug 18, 2016 13:09:17 GMT -6
It was him again. What did he want with her and why was he watching her? She slowly withdrew her hand from his unable to pull her stare from his person. He was beautiful. Not like a woman with all her feminine qualities, and not like a man that is handsome and masculine. He was beautiful like the setting sun behind the tall mountains across a snow covered plain. A view where one could not pull their attention from. A view that would mercerize you causing you to get lost in its very beauty.
"Who are you?" She managed to asked, her tone but a whisper.
He smiled warmly at her, his smile warmly her very core. Who was he and where did he come from? Finally he spoke to her again.
"My name is Ouranos and to answer your other fleeting questions. I am the man that has chosen you to be his Mistress."
Makino blinked a blank expression blanking her face. Out of sheer will she was able to make her feet move as she took a single step back from him. "Mis-mistress?" Her head shook. "I am sorry but you have chosen the wrong girl. I belong to another."
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Post by Ouranos on Aug 18, 2016 13:36:21 GMT -6
Ouranos continued to smile at her as he stepped toward her. "You seem to be disorganized. This is not an offer you can repudiate. You will bear my child. A child that will expand the age of the Eva.”
He reached for her, only to have her pull away from him. He stepped toward her again gazing into her eyes deeper. “You can’t deny me, Makino. You are the chosen.”
Her head shook as she went to back away again as he took hold of her hand once more, pulling her toward him. He let his warming and enchanting powers course through her from his touch.
“Makino. You cannot deny me.” His smile brightened as he pulled her even closer without her holding back. “Say it, Makino. Say that you cannot deny me.” She only had to say it once, and she would be right where he wanted her.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Aug 18, 2016 14:02:47 GMT -6
Sojiro, returning to the campus after three sparring matches with Izuru, leaned against a building to take a breath. When he'd woken today, he'd worried that the deaths of Kyoraku and Juushiro would put his private lessons with his extended family on hold. But then, he had spotted the lieutenant after his morning classes. It seemed it was still important enough to prepare him. Possibly even more so because of what happened. He sighed.
And his eyes sharpened.
Seeing that person around Makino again. And this time, with his senses still heightened from the workout with Izuru, Sojiro could tell that something was... different. He shunpo'ed over and grabbed Makino's wrist just above her clasp with the stranger.
"She's taken," he stated quietly, locking his bright eyes onto the other male's.
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Post by Ouranos on Aug 18, 2016 16:19:37 GMT -6
Ouranos looked at the boy, his smile fading. "Yes, so she has told me. Though it does not matter." A smirk now formed on his lips. "She will soon forget about you. That kiss she gave you was meant for my lips and my lips alone. You are not worthy of such things. Nor are you worthy of such a beauty as she."
He grabbed the boys wrist of the hand that held his and squeezed causing him to release his. Ouranos continued to squeeze causing the boy to drop to his knees. He glanced to the girl from the corner of his eyes keeping hold of her still.
"Do you see your dilemma? There is no care for you at this moment, even in your time of need, and she will no longer remember you once we have consummated in creating a child together." He released the boy giving him a slight shove, his attention turning back to the girl as he spoke to him.
"Now be gone before I have to use real force on you." His smooth velvet tone informed him.
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Aug 19, 2016 11:12:15 GMT -6
Sojiro’s eyes flashed with shards of amethyst as his irritation turned to rage. He got quickly to his feet. “I don't listen to bullies,” he snarled, eyes narrowing and freezing the particles of time around them. As the chill grew, he grabbed Makino’s arm, pulling her back. “Now get-” He froze as the youth’s wrist seized his own once more, breaking the shield of time. Falling to his knees again, Sojiro’s reiatsu rippled around him as he grit his teeth at the throbbing in his wrist. “I don’t – know – what you are – but you are NOT touching her!”
His free hand uncapped Mayuboshi in warning.
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Post by Ouranos on Aug 19, 2016 22:13:10 GMT -6
"So you are the one. The blessed son of Miyamoto and Ichimaru. I was wondering if our paths would meet." He released the boy and stood in front of him. "You are insignificant, child. Yet you challenge me. Why?"
"Because what you are doing is contrary to her wishes, and saying she will be happy with it after the fact is wrong, too," Sojiro snapped.
Ouranos chuckled. "The chosen do not get a choice. You, of all people should know that better than most."
Sojiro's eyes narrowed to slits. "My birth is different than making someone do this against their will. If there's a comparison, that's Aizen's way, and I will NOT allow it!"
Ouranos chuckled and looked to the girl, she was recovering from his spell he cast on her. He reached out to grace her cheek with his fingertips as the Ichimaru boy pulled her close to him, protecting her from him at all cost. His gaze went back to him. "My statement still stand true. The chosen do not get a choice. For they are chosen for a reason." He extended his hand.
"Give her to me and be gone."
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Aug 19, 2016 23:05:02 GMT -6
“I will not!” Sojiro declared. “You can choose another for your purpose. Did you even consider letting her make the choice? She’s still a student. She’s not even thinking of children! She wants to fall in love and have an ordinary relationship!”
Ouranos laughed. “Ordinary? And how is that something you can give her?”
Sojiro frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve already tasted the bitterness of your destiny,” the god smirked, “and you’re asking me that?”
Sojiro’s expression hardened. “Sousuke Aizen didn’t mean that my mother and father weren’t able to fall in love. It …” His fists clenched. “It didn’t mean that they didn’t have something special. And you can’t understand why that is important.” He paused. “Even if you could overpower me, she would resent you and the child you create if you force it on her. If it is not a path she chooses of her own volition."
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Post by Ayano on Aug 19, 2016 23:23:14 GMT -6
As the Ichimaru boy augured with the God of Water, shielding the the girl in his arms a soft wisp of a voice drifted around them in the space of frozen time. "Ouranos. Is this really necessary? There are so many other girls that are just as worthy of this position. Why settle on just this one?"
Ouranos' eyes narrowed as he remained looking at the Ichimaru boy. "There are no others that hold what I seek."
"Then you have not looked hard enough." A wispy white apparition started to form at their sides as the Ichimaru boy looked its way. A bright smile crossed the woman's lips as she looked into his narrowed violet eyes. She bowed slightly to the young boy, her hands folded behind her.
"Hello, Sojiro, I am Ayano, the Goddess of Wind and the the creator of the one you call Daichi." She gestured toward the male standing before the young boy. "And this is my bullheaded brother, Ouranos, the God of Water."
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