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dai-rokushidan replied to your post:
"I do not plan on seeing anyone, Rukia…" He said turning away from her, as far as he knew, he’d die alone and cold in some bed…or battlefield. "I only wanted to be sure.."
Albeit relieved, there was a minuscule feeling within her of dissatisfaction. "If you don't mind me asking, why did such a question come into your mind, Nii-sama?"
———— Somehow you, Can [SAVE ME] from this D A R K N E S S.
dai-rokushidan replied to your post:
"I was only asking.."
"Did...I say something wrong?" A sweat drop painfully relinquished down her cheek in fret. Of course, she alleged that she also simply responded unless something slipped from her rims.
"Rukia, would you be upset if I saw someone other than our beloved Sister?"
The unexpected query reverberated through her ears like nerves striking through her endless times. Blinking a few times in bewilderment, she averted her gaze onto the pavement as she had no desire to glance at her noble brother. This was something she’d under no circumstances envisage the day this would happen from the likes of him. After all, she alleged that his romantic business was the least of his priorities. Not like she would see him being alone for the rest of his life it was startling that he had discovered someone new suitable to his standards.
Someone other than her sister who passed onto the other side because of her severe illness. In all honesty, she never saw anyone else that’d be for him other than Hisana. The noblewoman also vaguely believed he was still softly mourning over her. But knowing him, he’d manage to learn and move on from the agonizing past.
It was as if someone else managed to get through to him before she could if this occurred. It means that, that someone had caught the resilient and arduous glimpse of interest of his and of all the people they knew throughout Soul Society, the petite could not imagine that there was someone that suited his well being. It was all so astonishing to her that it felt as if her previous thoughts were scattered everywhere. In an endeavor to recollect everything mentally, she had to come up with a satisfying rejoinder for the other. The last thing she wanted to do was upset him.
“No, Nii-sama. Of course not.”
Although…who is it?
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Rangiku sighed into the wind as she sheathed Haineko. Another day of training. Another day seemingly wasted.
One wouldn’t think that the blonde would spend undue amounts preparing for combat, but she had always been a woman of action. It wasn’t like her to sit still, and considering the constant threat of war in Soul Society, she intended to do her best and gain the skills to protect everyone.
It wasn’t enough. She needed to become stronger.
Returning from her noble brother's bureau, she deliberated to take a stroll throughout Seireitei. It wasn't habitually the petite would have an opportunity to do something as blissful and perplexed as this. Noticing someone recognizable from the corner of her optic, she would visage the lieutenant of the tenth division. The other appeared to have been settled down and pondering that was eccentric. It wasn't conventional to see her in such a state. Perhaps it was something fundamental for the time being. It made her fret vaguely for Rangiku as it was the first time seeing her like this.
She made her way over to her, averting her gaze on delicate features. Porcelain lids veiling over violet optics momentarily. "Is everything alright, fukutaichou?" A concerned intonation and expression bestowed upon her frontage.
„I don’t care! Just take your damn foot away!“ How often will he have to repeat this, before the Shinigami will realize, that this wasn’t the best option to instil her view into him? He would never take stock in that chappy thing. „Don’t you have work to do or something like that?!“
Taking an inhale of oxygen, she emitted the exhalation into the atmosphere before releasing her foot off of the male. Having an intervention on Mod Souls would have to be held at a later time. "If I had to go do something, I wouldn't be here right now shoving my foot in your face because you said something insulting about Chappy."
„Oi! Take your dam foot off my head!“ Using his hands to react against her moving. Albeit this would be more effective if she wouldn’t be so angry about her damn chappy thing. „It’s just my opinion! Don’t foist me your damn love for that thing on me!“
"I'm not!" She'd respond to both of his articulating verses of aggravation. It made her ponder on why he came up with her Mod Soul being the purpose of her not paying any attention to him whatsoever. "Just because it's your opinion, doesn't mean it's true you know!" The petite began to push against his hands with her foot.
„Haaah? Never knew you have some other interests besides that stupid chappy thing.“ Some teasing couldn’t hurt.
Stupid? Chappy? Thing?
Without being reluctant, she placed her foot rather forcefully on the male's head.
"Are you crazy or something?! Of course I have other interests and don't you ever talk about Chappy like that!"
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”Aye, Rukia, c’mere. I need yer help wit’ sumthin’.”
Being vaguely reluctant, the noblewoman made her way over to the stray. "What is it, Renji? You don't really ask for my help like this."
„Tch! You won’t make me talk about chappy only to get your attention then.“
"Who said chappy was the only way to get my attention?" A minuscule scoff emitted between parted rims in vague annoyance at the male.
-“Because the thing you did can´t be called knocking.”
”More like vandalizing.”
"Well, gomen for 'vandalizing' your door."
"What do you want me to do then, Ichigo? It's not like I can fix this."
„Are you fucking kidding me? I did! But you weren’t listening!“
"Oi, it's not my fault you were saying something I wasn't interested in!"
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-“It´s a polite thing to do, Rukia.”
"I don't see how it is." She pointed at the now broken door from her endeavor to knock properly.
-Letting out a light huff the orange haired teen shot her a side glance. “That doesn´t mean I have to accept it.”
He got her on that one. "What's the point in knocking anyways? It's not like you won't let me in."
-“You could, you know, at least knock before you enter someones room.” The ginger muttered, but with no real spite behind it. It´s not like he wasn´t accustomed to that already after all.
Plopping down onto his mattress, appendages would fold over her chest. A considerate amount of exhalation emitted between soft tiers as porcelain lids veiled over violet optics momentarily. Opening hues, her eyebrows furrowed in the midst of her visage.
"C'mon Ichigo, you're still telling me this after all these times I've done it? I figured you'd get used to it by now."
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✎—— She nodded, gulping lightly. “I-I can see them… T-they were blurry at first when I was little.. b-but since then they’ve become crystal clear.. S-shinigami, too.” The girl replied. She fiddled with her bracelet again out of habit, a little nervous. What was she to do now?
After all the information she managed to obtain so fair, no possible answer came into conviction. It'd appear she'd have to dig deep into the other's mentality. "Are you affiliated with any special blood? For example, shinigami or quincy blood." Violet optics averted onto the bracelet, observing its display. Curiosity took over the petite. "If you don't mind, could you show me the bracelet you have right there?"
