Girl Time??? || reikoasouma
"Time heals all wounds," many say. Time? What bullshit that is. Oh, but that’s not to imply that a certain Shinigami happened to feel under the weather today. No, that certainly wouldn’t be the case today. A more accurate description of the pink-headed female’s mood was done. Reiko was done with dealing with things in the world of the living. She had been used for the last time, so did that mean she was done with the Soul Society as well?
Damn them all to the center of the sun if they thing I’m through with them yet, thought the descendent of Sōsuke Aizen. Just because she was fed up with one thing, didn’t mean she was fed up with everything. Being a Shinigami was everything to her; to leave that title behind for a second time would cripple the female inside. Not only was her best friend a Shinigami, so was the one person who meant so much to her as a mentor and father-figure: Jūshiro Ukitake, thirteenth division Taichō. Enjoying the occasional cup of tea with the white-haired man made Reiko feel better about herself. With him, she didn’t feel so sick.
Today just didn’t start off on the right note, though. Where is my guitar when I need it most? Simple, in the world of the living. It was in the same damn place that she never wanted to return to again. “Damn you!!!” Reiko shouted to the air. Nobody was around to hear her anyways, right? The unseated member of the thirteenth division was by herself in her quarters, which the others had oh-so-affectionately named the “Sick Room.” Well, damn them too.
Laying back down, the foul-spirited Shinigami raised her blankets over part of her face and turned over to go back to sleep. Tsubaki knew how to reach her if she needed anything.
These days, it’s getting harder and harder for her to hold back her very dangerous Zanpakuto. Curled up in a ball, she moaned out in pain as she dug her fingernails into her arm’s skin. ‘He will tear her apart from the inside out if she does not get him under control.’ she remembered hearing. That conversation between the Old Man and…Toshiro Hitsugaya. Ever since she got back to Seireitei, it was getting almost…too painful at night. “What the hell is wrong with you…?” she moaned out. Sealing him wasn’t a good idea on her mother’s part. Why is Fuenniksu like this? So angry, and…something else she couldn’t point out. Either way, he was going to get out. And she was going to have to deal with him on her own. It was just a matter of time.
“Have patience, damn it. You and I…will take care of business soon.” Tsubaki choked out. All of a sudden, it all stopped. The pain, the anger, and the other emotion that he poured into her. She sighed in relief, but kept her guard up. Slowly sitting upwards, she shifts her eyes at her now shaking hands. “Tch. It’s not gonna be enough. I just need a little more time.” she told herself as she curls her fingers into a fist. The shaking stopped in a couple of minutes. And soon after, she was able to get in control of the rest herself again.
Tsubaki glances over to her nightstand, finally noticing that her pager was blinking. Taking it off the charger, she opens it up and glares at it in irritation. They were all from her grandfather, demanding for her to come see him when she would be free. “Hell, no. Not if you’re just going to keep calling me a fool.” saying as she deleted the messages. She’ll deal with him…eventually.
Well, it was about time that she distracted herself. Time to contact her pink-haired friend, Reiko. She should be around…right? Opening her inbox, she wrote a quick message to the woman, ‘Hey, you free?’
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