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boquetofblades; an independent, selective, multimuse garden shop focusing on the bouquet of Bleach. All art used as icons is by Tite Kubo. Äs Nödt icons provided by @/thehealerhairpin. Follows come from @withinstarrynightskies .
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checks my watch oh. Oh dear. It’s been… awhile, since I’ve posted.
Uhm, okay, long story short: I’m going on hiatus. Explanation down below:
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Screams.
It’s a sound Chika has grown accustomed to, over his decades of living.
The screams of himself, in his early years- picking fights for people who are way out of his league, these brawls always ending with the young Shihoin heir on the brink of death, running away so he could get stronger- strong enough to demolish that person; the screams of his opponents, as he eggs them on, practically begging them to fight back, breaking them, bit by bit, in order kick in that fight or flight response, finally showing him their true potential; the screams of his comrades, their symphonies of delight echoing throughout the battlefield, fueled by nothing but bloodlust and adrenaline, the high-pitched noises slamming into Chika’s ears, even if he’s on the other side of the ‘arena’.
Every single type, he’s enjoyed hearing.
Every single type, he’s only wanted to hear more and more; more of the noise that rings in his ears, causing his blood to pump and heart rate to explode, making him want to continue this fun event that’s going on, to continue tearing each other down, until nothing is left of the both of them.
Or, in most cases, Chika chipping away at that person, until there’s nothing left with the one he fought.
The Shihoin heir’s never really been the victim of an assault, in a long time- he’s gotten too strong for that, overpowering almost anybody that could stand in his way.
…maybe he should pick a fight with Yachiru, one day. It’d be nice to get reminded of the sensation that he could die, one day- be nothing more than a drop of blood in the sea she creates, insignificant in her cold, unfeeling gaze.
Or- oh, oh! Maybe with Nobutsuna! That guy seems batshit insane enough- maybe it’ll feel better to feel like prey, hunted down by the wolf who starves for the feeling of skin in between its teeth.
Ah, there’s just so many options to choose from! So many people with such different personalities, different ways of fighting, of murdering- it’s all so interesting to see!
He wants to see all of it.
Just like how he wants to see how this guy fights- how he murders people.
He’s managed to survive this long, hasn’t he? So, c’mon! Show Chika what this guy’s got, won’t he?
Won’t he?
“Oh, c’mon,” He drawls, “Walk it off- you’re a solider, aren’t you? That’s what you’re meant to do.”
Lifting his foot up, the shinigami places it onto the Quincy’s chest, pressing down on it.
A broken leg, and his air now being cut off.
With these circumstances, Chika’s opponent has two options.
The first one is to continue cowering in fear- shaking, shivering, and whining like some starving dog.
The second one is to grow some teeth, realizing there’s nothing else to do except to bite the hand that starves him.
Options, options- only two options, either one leading to the same fate that Chika has put on the soldier; both of them having long, drawn out games- events for the Shinigami to enjoy as he slowly but surely gets to slaughtering the poor soul, making him join the pile of corpses that’s been racked up in this war.
“I’d suggest you’d do something other than run away, Quincy- else your precious heart might be stepped on all over and broken by the maiden who toys with it.” Smile growing wider, eyes narrowing, the second division captain tilts his head to the side, his words becoming considerably slower. “And you don’t want that, do you?”
In the end, the choice lies with the one that it’s given to.
Chika can’t force him, and he won’t.
Either way, he’ll have fun; and that’s all that matters in this war.
SCREAMS WHINES AND CRIES OF THE PATHETIC MAN .
Askin is simply nothing but a pathetic man with too powerful of a power being granted to him - doesn't know how to use it properly , doesn't know what it even does or mean or do exactly . he knew basically NOTHING of his own abilities . . pathetic right ? pathetic to the point that is SAD and DEPRESSED to just think about it . that's the same as Askin .
how truly pitiful .
screaming from others and himself isn't . . something he quite like - sure he'll like to see his enemies suffers , of course , natural . but don't SCREAM ? ! is too loud for someone like him ! if someone were to start screaming out of pain he'll cover his ears - which is probably better on why his power is like this - if someone were to get hit with a gift ball they'll immediately be affected and falls to the ground and just . . kind of paralyzed in that spot for a long long time . . until someone came to help them . he doesn't have to hear no screams - doesn't have to HANDLE any screams because his power isn't exactly ' painful ' unless he makes the quantities painful like . . oxygen poisoning then yeah that's gonna be painful .
but right now right at the moment the one's screaming isn't his enemies but himself .
in this war there was too many people wanting him dead and hunting him down - in conclusion , too many wild animals that almost like they got released out of the zoo and now they can do whatever - but Askin haven't been catching up nor fighting much with people in the battlefield here - moreso just avoiding everything and every problem and issues that could get him to die - he don't want himself to die , after all , he values his own life over a lot of things - he'll rather run than fight for some prideful shit . . even though he do needs them in a way but . . that can be for something else - he'll find a way to find that self validation that he needed - but right now basically auto - killing himself ? NO ! he simply refuses to !
but this one have caught up to him - his terrifying speed catching up to him and not giving up to try and get out every single drip of his blood and squeezing him until he was nothing left - and oh . . how it's so painful - so painful for Askin - because the blood flows will never end , after all , he have his immunity to thank for this . oh how he hates his power .
this guy was nothing but a trouble - nothing but a maniac wearing a smile on his face like he was some sort of a good guy - HOW THE HELL ARE THESE SOUL REAPERS GOOD GUY ANYWAYS - this guy is going to murder him ! this guy is going to drag his heart out and squeeze it in front of him - scary - he's scared - he's TERRIFIED .
his eyes is showing every bit of fear he have within his body - his blood - his veins - it's showing more than it should - the tears flowing down his face like a river - a waterfall even - the mouth being open breathing heavily and fast - ah - is he going to die ? is he really going to die right here ? - no - not now - not RIGHT NOW - HE NEEDS TO STAY ALIVE - FOR THE NEW WORLD - FOR THE INTEREST OF HIS TO GROW - FOR THAT HE MUSN'T DIE .
" I'M A SOLDIER BUT THAT DOESN'T - "
his sentence was cut off - the yell of a pathetic loser of a man was immediately cut off as his chest was pushed making him now unable to move - and also unable to breath even worse - hiccups from the man and sniffles from his nose as tears still falling - his eyes was almost begging to be let out - begging to be let go - begging for the useless life of his to be spare -
a frantic look around the place his eyes and pupils going everywhere to see what can he do - what can he do to escape from this man - what can he do to get out of this position - in fact - WHAT CAN HE DO TO SURVIVE ? ! this isn't fun at all ! - this is constant suffering and torment - oh no . . he don't like this at all - he can't find ANYTHING to help him - nothing - there was only blood and corpse that felt even more scary because he's soon going to be just like all of them if he doesn't do SOMETHING .
a grit of his teeth as his hand grabs and grips onto the man's leg as he raised up his other hand pointing a finger gun at him and then and there - a poison ball was created - he immediately shoots it off quickly sending the poison ball aiming at nowhere at all but just needing to hit the man with the oxygen poisoning - he can't think of anything creative off the top of his head and this is the only thing to helps - but now the thing is . . his gift ball aren't usually - fast paced - but the one he send off was fast and swift - did he just discover a new ability thanks to Shihouin ? mayhaps .
well all of it doesn't matter now - all that matters is that a gift ball was made - something at least similar to gift ball was made and it was sent right to his face pretty quickly - and hopefully the guy will finally leave him alone - he doesn't wanna do this anymore - goddammit can he just not fight and relax somewhere and watches as Yhwach makes a new world ? !
A human, to the force of nature.
He who thought, so long as he did the bare minimum, he was safe.
He who thought, so long as he sticks his head out of trouble, he was safe.
He who thought, if he just ran away, he was safe.
"Doesn't what?"
A grin spreads across Chika's face. Sharp, inhuman, nothing like a friend. No edges, no softness, everything like an enemy.
"You were saying something, weren't you, Quincy?" The race name drawn out from his tongue, said in such a way that it's a taunt, a jab, for being what he is.
Like making fun of a king, placing a faulty crown on him- poking jabs at his decisions, his livelihood, and receiving no consequence for it, as he is the jester. The highest above all, the one able to do what he wants, when he wants, and how he wants.
I get if you were born that way, but you can choose to stand with him or not. And you chose him? The guy with an overgrown mustache? He doesn't even look attractive! Why would you choose him?!
Orange eyes catch onto something. A pale finger, to be specific, raising to point at the one on top of the quincy.
Oh?
Eyebrows raise in interest, and for a second, he waits.
For a second, he's preparing for something coming his way, yet that... doesn't happen.
Orange eyes catch onto a finger raising, eyebrows raising in interest.
How... boring.
His eyes narrow, lips scrunching together to form a soft scowl. Perhaps a pout.
What is he trying to do? Make a diversion? Maybe a last resort-
The air in front of the Quincy's finger shifts. It doesn't move, only getting bigger, and quick, too; kind of like those tornadoes he hears about-
OH!
A second away from his face, a few millimeters from touching his skin. Right before it can graze against him, the squad captain steps away from it.
To be precise, five steps and a foot off of his opponent.
Now a proper distance away from the threat, Chika tenses his legs, preparing for any other sudden developments- although, there doesn't seem to be any.
The thing just... floats off, in a straight line... it's done fast, but it can't really do much, if it just goes in a line.
Though it is something new, so I gotta give him props for that.
An ace up his sleeve, or an ability made in desperation?
With the way it's form is shaking, seconds away from exploding, Chika thinks it's the latter.
How boring. Though it does have potential.
That much he can tell. Quick, and not that visible; once refined, it can be a weapon to take down even a squad captain.
Perhaps Yamamoto, too...
Ah, nah. No way.
As soon as the thought comes into mind, a memory burns up the idea.
Dancing flames, barren land.
Regal figure, a decrepit man.
Shattered bones, with a half-baked plan.
So ingrained into him, to the point he feels the same rush he did before.
Heart trembling, his hands shake.
Such a grand sight, his heart aches.
A way to beat him, his mind cannot make.
It was a feeling different than before, a sensation he's never had.
Crawling up his spine.
In front of him, a red sign.
Surely, Lady Death with come for him this time.
Right, right...
His legs itch.
In his ears, ring a pitch.
He makes a switch.
Ever since that day, he's never had an experience like that. However, looking at the guy below him- shaking, crying, and dying- maybe, just maybe, through this Quincy, Chika could.
It's a small chance, but what does he have to lose? All he's got is his life, so honestly? Ain't much.
He looks back down at the guy.
Pathetic little man.
Chika whistles, "Nice ability you got there." He puts a hand on his hip. "If you polish it a little, I bet it can be a mighty fine thing to use. Wanna show me some more?"
Fraternizing with the enemy.
If Yamamoto knew, he'd surely have Chika's head.
Maybe?
Chika has quite a bit of freedom to go around, so this probably won't warrant a trial and execution.
Plus, I'm not exactly being all buddy-buddy. I'm gonna kill him in the end, but it never hurts to try and get something out of this. It's why I even joined Yamamoto's little band in the first place.
Such freedom, allowed for him. It's almost funny.
"I know you got some in you." With his free hand, he draws the sword out from his waistband, holding it out to the man before him. "Here, I'll even let you use my sword. That should help you, right?"
If Yamamoto won't have his ass, then somebody else surely will for this mishandling of his Zanpakutō. With that in mind, though, who would?
He doesn't think any of the other captains would care, and the only people above him (sans Yamamoto) would be Squad Zero. They don't come down often, so he can't say he'd care either. Even so, doesn't one of them make the thingies...?
Ah, whatever. I don't really care.
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A scene of gold.
All over the walls, embedded into the floors, and painted on the ceiling; everywhere Äs Nödt looks, it is there, blinding his eyes. The people who live here probably swim in gold, bathing in it as if it's infinite, limitless.
Within this scenery, Äs Nödt sticks out like a sore thumb. With the layers upon layers of gold, the Quincy, with his black and white clothing, cannot help but be painfully noticeable. He is a black spot in a colorful painting, a splotch of paint, that no matter what is done, it will always be there, lingering, waiting. The painter notices, the audience notices. Everybody notices the splotch.
"A god?"
The Quincy's eye's slightly widen.
"You call yourself a god?"
He's not shocked, no; simply... curious.
This man is a human, no?
He's got similar enough of a Reishi, so similar that to the untrained eye, they'd practically be the same. So, Äs Nödt isn't allowed to hurt this man. Nothing against questions, though.
Nothing against curiosity.
“Really now?”
A hum, and Chika tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing almost in thought.
Or maybe amusement?
Who knows. The mind of Chika is an unreadable one.
“I could’ve sworn that you looked familiar…”
Purple hair and bright, orange eyes that could rival the sunset itself… hell, the shape of the stranger’s eyes look much too familiar…
“Tell me your name, why don’t you? I feel like we could be good friends.”
This exchange was, of course, utterly ridiculous—Yoruichi knew exactly who he was.
The eyes alone were almost always a dead giveaway, and even only just pairing them with that skin tone was impossible to mistake, forget adding in the vibe, the nigh imperceptible scent... He might not have the typical black hair, but she would've known he was a Shihōin by blood with barely even a glance.
All of that was made fully irrelevant by the extravagantly fantastical notion that a Tenshiheisōban wouldn't know of every historical Shihōin Taichō simply as a matter of course, let alone all other Tenshiheisōban.
Of course she knew this was Shihōin Chika and that he should not be here; however, that knowledge didn't change anything about what she'd said. They weren't direct bloodline relatives—he wasn't an ancestor of hers—and Yoruichi wasn't particularly in the mood to immediately engage with whatever his deal was if he had somehow managed to be here for however long without causing any notable problems (yet).
"Shirley. Shirley Shirke," she replied, lying as easily as she breathed. She knew he knew just as well as she did, but why make it easy for him? "I'm not really in the habit of making friends with old guys," she continued, pointedly glancing to his platinum-white hair, "so what's it to you?"
She was going to make him work for it if he insisted.
Oh, my...
To this answer, his eyes narrow. Yet, the smile stays, as wide as it ever ways.
He knows she's lying. They both know she's lying. He knows that she's really a Shihōin, that she's trying to hide her identity from him. Why, though? What would be the reason? Well, it doesn't really matter- if she wants to make this a cute little game, then Chika's definetely going to join in!
"'Old guy'?" In mock hurt, he gasps, holding a hand to his chest. For an extra effect, he bends his knees a bit, making it look as if he is crumbling to the floor. "Can't a man dye-" It sounds odd, on his tongue; a word that he's not used to, a concept that he barely knows about. "-his hair and seem cool nowadays? I've barely got any wrinkles!" Though, if one were to take in how long he's lived, he would definetely be considered an old man.
"Seriously, people nowadays. Am I not allowed to make any friends without getting weird looks? I'm just a lonely man looking to fill the emptiness in my life. But anyways-" Just as quickly, he stands up to his full height, hands folded neatly behind his back. "Shirley Shirke? What a unique name to have- it's quite beautiful, if I do say so myself! Your parents must have put a lot of thought into it. Tell me, does it have any meaning to it?"
A question to make this woman think of something on the spot- a small thing, to see if she'll be able to continue the lie, or combust on the spot.
@hirak0s x
"'Konso'?"
At the mention of the process, Chika blinks, soon bursting into laughter.
"Oh- no, I didn't! Whoopsie-daisy!"
He... doesn't seem to care much about it.
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“Furuoki!”
A chirp, and Chika’s arm is wrapped around his comrades’ shoulders, pulling the shorter man close to himself.
“C’mon, why must you be so quiet? It’s a party here!”
Furuoki’s always been the quiet type- never really putting in his opinion unless necessary; and usually, Chika’s fine with this- doesn’t really bother trying to include him (he’ll do it if he wants to), but c’mon! Isn’t this a bit too much? It always feels like his companion’s too far from him- much too far! It’s almost kind of sad…
he hates party .
too loud - too crowded - he only gets dragged here because Yachiru thought he needed to join in considering that he's one of the Original gotei thirteen - and now he's just sitting far away from the people that are having fun and being drunk and just . . well - having fun -
he was minding his own business just staring at his comrades - seeing them happy fills him with a bit of happiness - he do enjoys seeing his friends happy - his comrades always tries to talk to him but due to his quiet nature and him sometimes not understanding the language it makes it more difficult to interact with any of them at all - but he still tries his best - and seeing them happy like this ? yeah it makes him feel good somewhat -
" ไอเหี้ย!- "
a sound voiced out - wasn't sure what he said but it seems to be like a surprised word since his words was said in a surprised tone as he gets pulled closer by the white taller haired man - he likes to see his friends happy . . yeah . . EXCEPT THIS FUCKING GUY -
" . . mind your business , Shihouin "
a sentence said as his face is now scrunched up like an angry cat as he stared back at his other comrades - the touch from Shihouin is giving him goosebumps and NOT in a good way - he hates physical touch ! get off of him ! ! Buddha he do not like this - why must in this time it must be him that approaches him - it could really be anybody else- . . ugh whatever -
he'll leave if he acts more boring and quiet . right .
WRONG!!!
Once Chika sets his mind to something, there is nothing stopping him from doing what he wants until the very thing he has his eyes on has been exploited to the highest possible degree. No matter the person, no matter the risk, he's gonna do it no matter what?
The full-grown man whines- "Aw, but why?" Making sure he sounds as annoying and childish as somebody can be.
The 2nd division commander can obviously see the discomfort on Furuoki's face, the possibly anger at being touched, but he doesn't let go. Why would he, when his comrade looks like a cat? Small, cute, and so incredibly funny to mess with! "I just wanna get to know my comrade better!" So, despite the reactions, Chika brings Furuoki even closer, cheeks practically smushing against one another. "I mean, there was a reason I invited-" read: forced. "-you here! I wouldn't have if I didn't want to get to know you better. So c'mon, have fun, let loose once in awhile! I haven't seen you drink anything- why not have some?"
Grabbing a bottle of wine off of the table, he pours a cup, soon holding it out to Furuoki. "Unless you don't drink, which is fine by me, but why don't you ever socialize with us? What are you, some hermit?" He lets out a little laugh at his own comment, eyes crinkling in amusement. The image of Furuoki living in some burrow, never coming out unless for important stuff- ha! How hilarious the thought is.
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“And how does vanilla being better than chocolate need to be presented in a way that makes sense to you?” The retired on asks, pushing the other’s hands off of his shoulders. “I’m telling you- vanilla’s better than chocolate, and if you can’t understand that, you’re too far of a lost soul. It’s as easy as that!”
" JUST LISTEN TA' ME KUROSAKI ISSHIN - "
he yelled - loud and obnoxious that it sounds almost like he was right besides Isshin's ear even though he was only right in front of him - it was Oetsu nature to be loud . . like really loud and energetic -
his hands was pushed off and his silly attitude was almost frozen and put off as his smile goes off from his face , well it seems Oetsu gotta get more serious ! let's make this shit a real debate , yo !
his head looked downward as then he snap his head back up and push his finger forward and stopping it right before he could tap at Isshin's forehead and then he just flick his finger on his head with no warning at all and in fact - his fingers wasn't even FORMED into a flicking way at first too ! he just quickly did that -
" NO NO NO MY BUDDY ! ! YOU'RE THE LOST SOUL HERE , YO ! "
he then quickly bring his hand back and now both his hands are put forth ONTO his face as he clap loudly in front of him and suddenly his hands go forward again and fucking , slap him from both side -
" VANILA IS FAR BETTER ANDDDD SUPERIOR THAN SOME SHITTY DOO DOO ASS COLORED FLAVOR THAT ARE CALLED CHOCOLATE . VANILA IS MADE WITH CREAMY AND DELICATE AND IS THE ORIGINAL FLAVOR OF ALL FLAVOR THAT WERE MADE ! EVERY FLAVOR ARE MADE FROM VANILA , YA KNOW ? ! "
Get a load of this guy-
If this were anyone else, Isshin would've sent him across the room with one of his special kicks, throwing salt water into his eyes and calling him an 'evil spirit' for having such a diobolical opinion.
However, this is not just 'anyone else', so Isshin cannot do as such; when there's the clapping of Oetsu's hands onto Isshin's face, he doesn't react- only blinking to the sudden gesture, as well as the slight stinging coming from the action.
"'Shitty doo-doo'?" He echoes, "Now that's just insulting. Calling the best flavor in the entire world 'shitty' doo-doo is something only the most depraved person in the world could say! Vanilla is simply the better flavor, and you've gotta accept that!" His voice starts to raise, equalling the passion he feels for this (rather silly) topic at hand. "Who cares if vanilla is the original flavor? I don't have to like the original, nobody has to. Like- y'know some remixes? They're better than the original, the same goes for ice cream flavors. Why do I gotta like some bland, boring, basic flavor that's got nothing to it, when chocolate's got everything you ever need?!"
Honestly, what is wrong with Oetsu? Isshin knows he's got a few screws loose in his head, but c'mon, this is too much! Saying that vanilla's the best ice cream flavor over chocolate- disgusting! He can't believe his ears right now.
it was quite jarring for all of this to happens to her so frequently - and that she keeps coming and going back and forth to this clinic - well it was pretty much the only place she knows with a person she could trust -
she have always been a peaceful person - peaceful mind and kind heart - so she knew it was certainly a little weird that a person like her would be getting injured so much - but it's okay ! she'll be fine !
a point to the nearby chair as she walks - ah - her legs gone weak and sore the moment she takes aa step towards that nice little chair and suddenly her weight was put down onto earth as she falls face first onto the cold floor - ow - she quickly pushes herself up to sit on the floor and with a nervous laugh .
" s- sorry ! - I didn't really eat anything today ! - "
a red face of embarrassment as she puts a hand behind her head and scratch it up and down nervously - that word maybe concerning - but , really ! Kurosaki - san don't have to be so concerned over her - it was all solely on her fault anyways that she didn't get anything to eat - she just wasn't . . that hungry -
it's fine , she supposed .
First she's been coming by a lot more than she should be, and now she hasn't eaten anything the whole day?
Isshin can't help but sigh, "I'll get some food for you after I patch your wounds-" not out of anger, but rather at the fact she doesn't seem to be taking care of herself.
She lives alone, right? Can't be good for a kid...
Grabbing a first-aid kit (and a bag of chips), Isshin pulls up a chair up in front of Orihime, sitting down on it. "Snack on this for now," He says, placing the chips in her lap. "You might feel a small stinging when I clean your wounds-" He brings out a cotton swab and acetic acid, pouring the former onto the latter. "-but you're gonna be fine. What I'm about to use will help them heal better." Then, he applies it to the girl's wounds, making sure to be careful to not cause her too much pain.
"What brings you here this time?" He asks, "nasty fall, or was it something else?"
Oh, how fun.
Careful eyes watching as that fear snaps into anger, the other Sternritter’s expression turning into one of pure rage, of unbridled hatred- watching as his body lunges to his comrade, almost begging for him to die by the Deathdealing’s hands.
How amusing.
For his fellow Sternritters, Äs Nödt has never seen them in fear- never watches as their faces turn into a sort of desperation, pleading for their lives to be spared by the hands of death, inevitably coming to seize them- take them into a marriage that will last forever.
And now, he sees it. He sees Nakk Le Vaar’s reaction to this- he sees his fear, his anger-
All of it.
And oh, how delighting this is to witness.
As the other lunges towards The Fear, Nödt summons even more Reishi Thorns, throwing them towards his direction- intending to throw the older man off course.
well it seems to work for those reishi thorns because he did ended up getting launch back .
few more fear go through him - it's a little hard to try and read onto his spiritual energy and becomes immune to it because of how much he was shaking . . but his worst fear keeps switching so now it just an endless torment . . yet all of them bored him in the end so he have to grab the thorn and pulled it out of his own stomach -
" now that was harsh to a fellow sternritter - "
he said - suddenly the same fearful face disappeared and it replaces with a nervous smile as he throw the thorn to the side and grabbed onto his stomach . reading was complete , it'll take sometimes for him to heal but now it seems like his skin was emitting some kind of smoke . . yet it was releasing out the wounds he received -
" I mean I choked you and all but you have blut - so like was allat' needed ? "
he asked raising one eyebrow over another as he slightly tilted his head . . maybe a bit more and he can become fully immune , but god those was so hurtful - he needs more time before he could try and pisses off the Sternritter again -
How... curious.
Anger to fear, fear to boredom; like the changing moods of a starving person, Deathdealing's response to the thorns changed too fast for Nödt to keep track of.
A response to keep it away? Or perhaps something else?
Curious, curious, curious. A scientist to its new experiment; Äs Nödt to the newly discovered response of Nakk Le Vaar. If not for the order of His Majesty, the former would've opened up the latter, figuring out what makes him tweak.
To his comrade's words, Nödt's eyes narrow, skin near his eyes folding like paper in a child's hands.
"And if I did not activate it in time?" Is his response, "I believe it was well within my autonomy to defend myself. If I had not, I would've been dead, His Majesty would have one less useful soldier, and you would've died as the target of his ire." The Sternritter's head tilts to the side, eyes widening. "Or would you have preffered for the situation to go down that way?"
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running - rushing -
where is the hospital - where is the place she can just - help her brother ! - her brother's in immediate need of help and she was also in pure panic - why is her brother's body so cold ? - her brother's on her back as she runs through streets in the middle of the night - tears falling down her face - breath coming out of her throat fast and heavily and her hands and legs sore and sore - but she can't stop running now - can't - she CAN'T ! - her hands were so bad and so sore but she keeps on going to the point that she can't even feel her legs and her hand anymore -
clinic -
she doesn't even care which and who's clinic was it - as long as there's doctor in there - as long as there's somebody that can help - AS LONG AS HER BROTHER SHOULD BE ALIVE -
cold . too cold .
stopping on her foot almost falling on her face as her lip were dry .
" HELP ! - PLEASE ! - "
please hold on brother ! - Inoue have found a helping hand ! - someone that can help you , brother !
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE HER HERE ALONE ! - SHE CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE ! PLEASE !!
It’s a slow day inside the Kurosaki hospital.
No patients to treat, no yelling at his children to get him stuff, and no questionable top of the art healing for others.
Okay, well, Isshin shouldn’t be complaining. A slow day means that nothing bad is happening in Karakuri town, and if nothing bad is happening, then everybody’s okay.
Everything’s okay.
But it’s so boring!
It’s not right to say that, he knows it’s not right to say that, but standing behind this counter is so boring! There’s nothing to do except for stare at the door and wait for something to happen- God!
With a sigh, Isshin slumps on his desk, using a hand to support the full weight of his face.
How does Unohana do it?
Be a sitting duck, he means.
With nothing to do, she must be restless; sitting around with her thumbs in her ass- actually, wait. Maybe she has hobbies, things to do as she stands by. Hm… perhaps Isshin should pick up something like that. It could pass the time, maybe even give him a life outside his wife and kids-
The doors bang open.
Snapping his head up with inhuman speed, Isshin can see a child.
A child, carrying somebody on her back.
Huh?
An instant later, the foul smell of blood hits his nose. Dripping from that somebody, hitting the floor- he has no time to waste.
Immediately, he stands, wasting no time in getting the body off this little girl.
He’s loosing a lot of blood- I need to act fast-
“Wait here, okay?” Isshin barks, soon putting a smile to try and calm the child down. “I’ll fix your brother up.”
Hopefully.
He ran away.
Isshin knows this, already.
It wasn’t like Ichigo to disappear without a fight, without some semblance of a struggle in his room before being whisked away by a strange man.
And, yeah, he has the entire Kurosaki family worried. Yuzu constantly remarks about her big brother, Karin has started to gain eyebags from inability to sleep because of her worry, and Isshin…
…whenever he can, he’s been looking for his son- high and low, not stopping until he physically needs to.
And right now, with his son right in front of him, Isshin wants to whack him utop the head, yell at him for leaving without a single word; but he knows he needs to be gentle.
Especially towards a child who looks so scared.
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Is his response, “I can send your little sisters to bed early, if you don’t want to meet them yet.”
━━━━ ✘✘ Isshin was just too real, being there in front of him, it made Ichigo have bile in his mouth, but he swallowed it down uncomfortably.
Kon likely knew he was back home, but he also knew Ichigo's reiatsu, and didn't show himself because it wasn't okay for him to, if Ichigo wanted Kon, he'd say it. And he really didn't, being in his Shinigami form was a comfort to not be seen by normal people.
Ichigo figured his family was worried about him, and yet... this wasn't HIS family, but another universes' family for that Ichigo, though that other him didn't seem to be around, a bit of a Godsend...
Though, just having his Dad there made the Anomaly feel so much in his body, his brain was overloaded, but it was comforting seeing Isshin.
"Sending them to bed would be nice. It could be just us."
To be in Shinigami form is to be invisible.
Not able to be seen to the normal eye, a select few having the privilege to see you; to some, it is a privilege, and to others, it’s a curse. For Isshin, it’s moreso a curse. His beloved children (read: Yuzu) need to be able see him, after all!
Hearing his question, the father nods. “Yeah,” is his answer. “Yeah, I’ll send them to bed when I get there.”
Most likely, Ichigo’s tired; he might want to fly over to his home, which will prompt Isshin to use his own shinigami form. However, flying still takes energy, and his son seems tired.
Exhausted, even. Whittled down to the bone.
Oh.
An idea pops in Isshin’s mind.
Smiling, the man turns to face away from his son, crouching down with his hands held out.
His voice no longer soft, he yells with the same kindness: “How about a ride on the Isshin express? VIP treatment, too!” He smiles at Ichigo, bright and wide.
Huh?
Is he being told he’s stupid, now?
He swears, this is a form of hell he’s been sent to- why do stores like this exist?? Why can’t people just barter for the price? It’s easier that way- no more stupid conflicts created by some piece of paper that’s got printed words on it.
“Sir,” He emphasizes, pointing to the coupon. “I know how a coupon works. If you’ll look at it right here-”
Oh- did a fly just fall into that customer’s food- did they just eat it?! They aren’t even batting an eye?
“-the date clearly states the expiration date is February. It’s March.”
"Ya've gotta be kiddin' me..." He stared at the coupon, swearing that it was still valid, "check the year. Tha' says 2002 not 2001, shoul' be good to go." This man knew how coupons worked he's been dealing with this for near over 100 years now... well less than that, but still he wasn't missing out on a deal if he could help it. "Coupon was in the damn newspaper last week, ain' no way it's too ol'."
“Mm?”
Orange eyes sliding over to the customer in front of him, eyelids narrow, nose scrunching up in distaste.
“I already checked it once, why do I have to check it again?” Yet, when the man mentions something about the recent newspaper, Chika feels himself inclined to hear the customer out, head tilting down to look at the coupon.
Oh.
Looks like he was right.
A laugh, “I’m sorry, dear customer, but it looks like I was wrong!” Hands plant themselves on the table to push himself up. “The coupon’s valid. What would you like?”
@ninguisinferna x
Ask nii-sama?
A head tilt to the right, neck bent at an abnormal angle; the sight is no different to a person with their neck snapped, head a stranger to its body.
Ask nii-sama?
He cannot find her nii-sama. In this infinitely big Soul Society, he is a needle.
Yet, if Äs Nödt were to hold up a magnet…
His eyes widen, focusing solely on the shinigami
He could bait her nii-sama here.
“Then I suppose…”
He speaks, voice low, scratchy, yet able to be heard across the surface they both stand on.
“I shall rip you asunder, to draw him out.”
Another victim, to the disease of fear he spreads.
Eyes narrowing, Reiishi thorns materialize around him, all shooting towards his opponent.
Carriers, for the illness of terror.
it's fine that they don't really talk much - nevertheless Äs was pretty much . . well one of the person that Askin could tolerate after a few while , he's a scary guy of course but he isn't THAT scary , really . he's more like a pathetic wet cat . . he's also shorter than him so more points to that .
and also because - well - it was the guy's birthday after all - it'll be really asshole move of him if he didn't give him something . . or just be mean to him -
he seems lonely enough already - Askin don't have ta' be an asshole to him on his birthday .
" birthday cake "
his answer was plain , short , and blank , yet to the point . he decided to make him some birthday cake - ah - Askin didn't consider that the guy might not like cake . . but it's fine I guess ? who wouldn't like a piece of cake on their birthday after all , right ?
" do you not like cake ? "
It’s not that Äs Nödt doesn’t like cake, no; he’s impartial to it. Doesn’t like it, nor does he hate it.
Even if he has the memory of eating cake a long time ago, longer than he can remember, he doesn’t have the memory of what it tasted like; how the tooth-rotting sweetness could fill his mouth, frosting spread on his tongue, and the actual cake fitting in between his teeth.
He doesn’t remember any of that, so, he’s impartial to cake.
What he is suspicious of, is Askin’s intent.
What is his intent here?
It does matter if the two don't talk much. After all, if one stranger were to give another stranger cake on their birthday, the former would have all the reason to doubt the latter's intentions.
“Why do you give me one, Nakk Le Vaar?” The Sternritter asks, eyes boring into the taller man before him- as if wanting to drill a hole into his head.
