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[hisvenom]

Snakes and Sinners

[hisvenom]

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Tsukishima let himself in, curiosity hiding behind apparent ease. As if he’d been there a thousand times before and this was nothing new, he closed to door behind him and sauntered lazily down the hall to where the shinigami sat with an extra place setting. For him? How odd.

His long legs folded elegantly as he took his place, and he wrapped his hands around the cup with a smile. “I would argue that I haven’t stooped to making myself at home just yet. Although it seems you’re taking the initiative in that regard,” his voice spoke of amused approval.

The scent of green tea wafted up, and Tsukishima took a moment to enjoy the scent with his eyes closed. It wasn’t coffee, but it was still enjoyable. Part of his attention remained on his neighbor, however, and he opened his eyes to pin the other man under his whiskey stare. 

“Now you wouldn’t be trying to poison me or something, would you?” He sat the tea cup down on the table, long fingers tracing soft circles into the warm ceramic. “I find this interaction to be a bit too civil to be taken at face value, as I’m sure you can understand.”

“Poison?” while it would be pure falsehood to say the thought hadn’t crossed Gin’s mind it felt...too easy. Not to mention the whiskey eyed man was proving the snakes other thought on the matter, it would be seen through easily. It didn’t stop the shinigami from sipping out of his own cup as his neighbor inspected the cup rightfully suspicious of it. One white eyebrow raised and Gin opened an eye and decided to make a ‘relaxed’ statement of his own. To match how casually the thin man referenced that Gin might try to poison him.

 ‘If I decided I wanted ta kill ya, I’d want ta taste yer blood off my steel as ya died. I find that ya do as it pains me ta admit rate beyond somethin’ as simple as the trickery of poison. Drink it, don’t I really don’t care...but it’s good te you’ll be wastin’ fer no reason.” there was a small tray of tea cakes placed in the center of the room the single open azure eye watching the dark haired man cautiously.

“Those ain’t poisoned either if yer wonderin that too, I don’t like ya not one bit....but I figured...if yer gonna let yerself in...there’s plenty a tea in’a pot fer two. Ya make a point ta bother me whenever ya can spare the time....since yer so ‘considerate’ I”m just returnin’ the favor.”

[hisvenom]

Let Me Go

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cat-in-ashes:

Eyes widen as the dropped bottle shatters. The ever so peculiar accentuation; She knew exactly who this was. 

“-Gin…”

She paused. “I was looking for Izuru.”  It was blatantly evident that she was taken aback by his presence.  He wasn’t someone she expected to see; not so much anymore anyway. Him being a Captain only complicated their already intricate relationship. 

The bottle she had dropped out of surprise was intended for Izuru. Their plan to go out and have a few drinks after work ended up backfiring, clearly. 

“Oh my… would you look at that. How clumsy of me.”

She uttered, a faint smile forming on her visage. Cerulean hues trailing towards his features, wondering where this surprising encounter will take them. It has been a while since she has seen Gin, and alone at that. 

Gin stared at the bottle fragments for a moment before moving  to grab a nearby broom and brush them up. She was clearly as out of her element as he, when had it become this way? Gin knew the truth honestly, he had done this to them himself yet it still seemed so off to him.

There was still something about her, the way she said his name, it caused the snake to avoid their matching sets of blue hues from meeting anywhere int he space. His own eyes closed and distracted behind his smile.

“That so...’fraid yer not gonna find’zuru here anymore...he was workin’ bit’a overtime I assume watin’ fer ya but...he got a nasty headache an’ had ta head home...” he tossed the glass fragments he’d swept up into a nearby receptical.

“Guess I went and ruined yer plan overworkin my poor lieutenant sorry ‘bout that Ran...” he hand’t meant to but he couldn’t help himself, calling her anything but their childhood decided nickname was just too foreign on his tounge.

“I’ll replace that...my fault fer scarin’ ya an all.”

[hisvenom]

A Curious Face

[hisvenom]

strawberryreaper:

It had been several months since his battle with Aizen and things were difficult to say the least. Ichigo was having a hard time adjusting to life without his shinigami powers. His friends tried to get him to hang out and do normal teenager things, but he always declined their invitations. He liked being alone now. He spent a lot of time walking. Exploring parts of Karakura Town that he had never been to took his mind off of things. Tonight he was walking along the old train tracks on the outskirts of town. It was a clear night and the stars were more visible this far away from the bright lights of the city.

He heard a familiar voice behind him and turned quickly. He reached for Zangetsu instinctively when he saw who was there, but dropped his hand back down to his side with a sigh. He wondered if that instinct would ever fade. He took a few steps closer to Gin and studied him quietly. Seeing the ex-captain again reminded him that he was not the only one who lost something in the war with Aizen.

“You should talk. You’re not looking so good yourself. What brings you out here, Gin?”

The calm reaction felt foreign? Like it was something that didn’t belong, that shouldn't be directed at Gin, yet here it was. The snake caught the reach for a blade, one that seemed oddly absent...yes something was certainly off about the substitute. Gin’s head canted one way and then another before he continued to speak, contemplating the proper answer to Ichigo’s question.

“Well if I were ta be entirely accurate just takin a walk, presumably like yerself. ‘Course I’m sure that’s’not what’cha meant but if ya want anymore detial perhaps n’xchange of information is in order. Ya tell me why ya seem so...empty and I’ll tell ya what I’m doin’ out in the world’a the livin’.” Gin shifted his false arm a bit against the body he now inhabited...a little deal in reference to his banishment he watched Ichigo.

Truly while he wasn’t capable of seeming ‘normal’ curiosity was all that drove him, were Ichigo to refuse he’d probably simply head on his own way down the other end of the tracks.

[hisvenom]

A ‘True’ Captain

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playkinshara:

For a moment Rose was stunned into silence, assaulted by a mocking barrage of sound spewing forth in one venomous stream from the mouth of the man who’d usurped his position and then abandoned the division he’d worked so hard to maintain once it was convenient. Rose was in no mood to hear any of it. He kept his sword, steady and unflinching at the other man’s throat, not responding nor reacting as he considered his next move. This man was a cornered rat and Rose was determined that , this time, he wasn’t getting away. 

It was true that some people in Rose’s position may well have wanted to get revenge and might actually have gone through with it. The captain’s life had been altered completely by Aizen and his ambition, not ruined by certainly made much harder. However, however tempting revenge would have been, to Rose it felt wong. No matter how much he might have suffered in exile, many others had been also hurt by the three traitorous captains and Rose knew the only way to get true justice was to return this Gin to soul society. In his eyes it was the only acceptable course of action. 

The use of his full name finally tipped the scales and provoked Rose into speech. The use of unearnt familiarity irritated him in a way it never did and he gave into the urge to put this man in his place. 

“Don’t call me that” he muttered, voice dark and dangerous, hs expression cold as ice and sharp as a knife. How dare this man question him, he thought, how dare he think that anything he could say would make Rose change his mind.    “and I wouldn’t say you were in any position to question my motives Ichimaru”

He pressed the tip of Kinshara just a little harder against Gin’s throat

“I’m taking you back to soul society whether you like it or not. You’ve hurt many other people there and they should have a say in your fate.”

That was not what Gin was hopping for, he had hoped to provoke the other man to violence to end his life. The truth was the snake was cornered for the most part and it would be one hell of a fight to get out. After everything that had come to pass in the Winter War Gin couldn’t justify himself to pull up the energy to fight the sad truth was he didn’t want to hurt Rose...or anyone anymore. The snake had justified his means by his ends and ultimately failed and now he didn’t know who he was anymore. A part of him wished he had not survived Aizen’s assault on him...he’d hurt so many people...people he liked...like Izuru...people he loved...like Ran...and people who under any other circumstances he would not have wished harm like the blonde in front of him.

Yet the regret he felt for it was mixed in with a strange feeling that it had been for a good reason...it had been his life it was not so easy to change his thinking. However, that wasn’t important...what mattered now was the blonde intended to bring him back to Soul Society...that couldn’t happen.

Ran...Zuru...everyone else they thought he was dead...they needed to KEEP thinking that...if his motives came out in a trail...she couldn’t let go....if the blonde lieutenant saw him there was no telling what would happen. And worst of all Gin knew deep down he couldn’t stand to see anyone he once knew anymore...it made him sick it made him panic. He searched Rose’s eyes for something a nerv he could twist to get the blade held to his throat dragged along it and found nothing...the panic rushed...and then Gin felt her.

Shinso, his one constant companion still in his hand..he knew what needed to be done. His eyes shot open meeting the dark and dangerous look of Rose’s with one of his own, it wasn’t menacing or threatening no it was panicked, unpredictable, the look very much of a cornered wild animal.

“Shoot ta kill.” 

No matter the blonde’s reaction to move to parry, to jump back Gin didn’t see it, the pain or impact the blonde might have expected didn’t come. The edge of the blade he’d been concealing in his sleeve was not pointed at Rojuro...no instead the sting of steal came to meet Gin as it pierced through his stomach and the snake collapsed from his position his blade retracting form the wound as he held her covered in his own blood.

Laughing.

Crying.

He wouldn’t hurt them again, not for something as simplistic as ‘justice’ something so fake and arbitrary. No, he couldn’t.

[hisvenom]

Predators

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Gin didn’t understand the arrancar, Aizen’s little pet research project in the silver haired shinigami’s mind had seriously gotten out of hand. Yet, it had gotten out of hand long ago by his reckoning. Watching the Fifth Espada was particularly unconvincing...how exactly did Captain Aizen intend to contain someone some...one? Thing? Quite like this one.

“I think’e’s dead now Nnitora...ya can stop stabbin him...or keep stabbin him I dont’ really care. Just sayin’.” the snake appeared at the sight of the fifth’s latest kill it was brutal...Gin could respect that in a weird way. Yet, as a fellow predator albeit a less brute strength and more crafty one he could respect the work..in a sickening way.

“Ya really aren’t satisfied less yer fightin’ somethin huh? I knew a guy like you once.”

[hisvenom]

Let Me Go

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She made this so much harder than he wanted it to be.

Part of him had hoped in Soul Society with how fun and beautiful she was Ran would just bury herself in new friends. To be fair his childhood friend had surrounded herself with others...she was popular she seemed happy...so why..did she keep coming back to him.

He knew why and he hated it, he hated that there was nothing he could do or make himself do to make her hate him.

“What d’ya need commin’ ta the Third Well past work hours Ran?”

[hisvenom]

False Idols

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“Why d’ya look at her like that all the time...don’t yer eyes start ta hurt?” the small third seat of squad 5 regarded the body guard of the Squad 2 Captain with a strange expression. She always trailed behind her Captain in such an intent and intensive way it made no sense to him in the slightest.

“Yer gonna bur holes in Captain Yoroichi’s back starin’ at her like that all th’time.” the small snake like child was hailed as a small prodigy and dangerous certainly. Yet most days he wandered around curiously bothering others in the Soul Society much like the child he appeared to be.

This was no exception harassing Soifon.

[hisvenom]

Raining Somewhere

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hope-is-the-best-medicine:

“…well. That’s something, I suppose. Not hating something is considerably better than holding that something in contempt, don’t you think?”

“As for me… I like the rain very much, yes. It’s a natural thing. It might dampen the spirit for a time, but it always gives life, in the end.”

The odd philosophical approach seemed just in the other white haired Captain’s reaches the snake looked up again at the sky. Ukitake made him uncomfortable, because tormenting the older shinigami was both difficult and felt wrong even in Gin’s world of self vindication.

He was cripplingly ill to boot, it really was...odd. In his position the Third Squad’s Captain would doubtlessly find himself more bitter or at least as bitter as he was now it just didn’t make sense.

“True, less it rains so much it drowns everythin’ can happy ya know...”

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roarrenji:

            Renji would not be the first to possess an interesting opinion of this Capitan. That being said, in the end, it didn’t matter. The guy had a point. [ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ – ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇɴᴊɪ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ] There wouldn’t have been any back talk if this had been anyone else – especially Capitan Kuchiki.

            The man let out an ANNOYED sigh.

            ——— ‘  Che, yeah FINE. You’ve made your point.  ’ 

It was no wonder Captain Aizen had left this one out of the plans he was much too...difficult. While Gin would’ve had fun tormenting the red head he would’ve only put a complication in the plans...too bad really.

He’d have to settle for teasing when Captain Kuchiki, an also amusing target, wasn’t present.

“Well now that’sa bit better Lieutenant...ya shouldn’t take such big bites ya might choke.”

[hisvenom]

Sorry I was gone for a spell there, replies and starters on my snakes will be coming very soon.

Some pretty nasty personal stuff and anxiety inducing personal stuff has been happening but I intend to get things done.

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Another silver snake starter/plotting call.

[hisvenom]

Unwanted Answers

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Nanao’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t believe him. Not for a second. Perhaps if he’d given her another excuse, he just might have been able to fool her; anything from saying that he’d wanted to be alone or was simply browsing the shelves  would have probably worked. However, whether he knew it or not, he had managed to pick an excuse she couldn’t help but pick holes in. The act of hiding from one’s lieutenant in a building he usually came to just didn’t make sense to her. She should now, Nanao thought; if anyone had experience in dealing with a captain who insisted on avoiding his lieutenant, it was her. 

“So you’re avoiding your lieutenant by coming to the one place you know he’s certain to come sooner or later?”

Her tone was skeptical, her expression stoney and her patience beginning to wear thin as he launched into a tirade about how she shouldn’t ask questions she might not like the answers to. Normally she’d agree with him, but now it was clear, if only to her, that this was only smoke and mirrors. He was trying to distract her from the subject and Nanao wanted to know why. 

“You’re very defensive for a man who’s simply trying to avoid someone, if you don’t mind my saying sir” 

She adjusted her glasses and shot him her more penetrating look; deep down hoping he’d confess what was really going on but sincerely doubting it. 

“It’s almost as if you have something to hide”

That was her mistake, she tried to corner a dangerous animal, not wise at all. Gin didn’t want to use such a weapon on someone Ran considered a friend but here he was doing it. They were ice blue and on anyone else they might have been beautiful but, on Gin his eyes were just a set of blades more stabbing than even his own zanpaktou. They were dangerous, spoke of the spontaneity of a man so used to killing that he could cut your throat be done with it...and then just as easily make your body vanish.

Yet he needn't do more than open his eyes to accomplish this sense of fear and foreboding, leaving no room to accuse him of any crime.

“Ain’tcha the sharp one Lieutenant, but, yer only half right...I ain’t hidin’ from Izuru that’s true.” the truth should be simple, then if she was so clever. He was hiding from someone alright, and if she wanted to keep living her safe little life she didn’t want to know who it was.

“But I’ll give ya some advice s’gonna be a lot easier for ya ta go on believin’ that than keep pryin’ for things that aren’t any of yer business. I s’ppose ya think yer lieutenant rank lets ya know quite a bit ‘bout the world we inhabit...but there are things scarier an more worth hiding from than th’strongest hollow er most pressing of our peers. Ya really ought ta be more careful...’bout stickin yer hand in a hole in the ground without knowin’ what lives there...an’ if it bites.”

[hisvenom]

Raining Somewhere

@hope-is-the-best-medicine continued from  ✘.

“That’s an interestin’ question Captain Ukitake hmmm guess ya could say I do...certainly don’t hate it. And yerself?”

[hisvenom]

roarrenji:

            This SNAKE was acting as though they were in the heat of battle – midst of war. But no. [ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ғᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ] and plus… Captain Kuchiki wasn’t around. Renji could eat like a PIG if he wanted to!

            He didn’t, but he wasn’t sharing.

            ——— ‘  Since when did how I act become any of your business? ’ 

This guy was funny Gin should really let up but he wasn’t, no he was far too...snake-like to do so.

“Well I may not be yer direct superior but I AM yer superior in th’sense a rank. An it’s the job’a us Captains to make sure the rest of ya behave just so as I’m sure yer own Captain reminds ya often.”

The truth in general but a lie in the sense of explaining the snake’s true motives.

[hisvenom]

A Hobby

@manipulativebookmark continued from  ✘.

Of course Gin did not WANT the man in his house, yet trying to keep him out was  waste of energy for twofold reasons. Firstly the answers he was looking for did not lie in Gin’s house only in his head and secondly it seemed ever so slightly to bother the man now that the shinigami was simply INVITING him in when he came about.

“Ya seriously need a hobby y’know? People’re never gonna be what’cha want them ta be no matter how frequently ya bother ‘em. When ya break anyone down ta their core they’re pretty borin’.” the snake had picked apart plenty of people working for Aizen. Everyone could be broken down to very simply motivations even the brown haired menace in Gin’s opinion came down to a rotten bastard with a god complex.

“Why don’tcha get a cat er somethin?”

[hisvenom]

Snakes and Sinners

[hisvenom]

manipulativebookmark:

Ginjou was always interfering with his games, and if he wasn’t one of the few people that Tsukishima cared for in this world, then he would have been dealt with a long time ago. But Tsukishima was fondly attached and that was why he allowed himself to be dragged along on some ramen-based scavenger hunt through the city.

It was later in the day when he was finally able to return to his little hide-away apartment. It hadn’t been an unpleasant trip, but he found himself releasing a certain amount of tension once he was surrounded by his books and quiet again. But it was only a short time later that he remembered that he’d yet to pay any attention to his reclusive neighbor.

Tsukishima glanced from the window, one finger tapping consideringly on the sill. All was quiet across the way, but he assumed his neighbor was there. There wasn’t really time for anything too elaborate, and besides, the game had been changing as of late. With a shrug, he made for the door.

Forever acting the concerned and polite neighbor - if you excused the one time he’d taken the man’s surges in reiatsu as an invitation or his general persistence - Tsukishima rapped his knuckles against the new door. 

Tsukishima waited some moments, then raised his hand to knock again.

There he was, as he thought, the snake couldn’t be so fortunate as to be spared his aggravating presence for even a single night. The snake considered ignoring him, wondering if he’d actually force his way through the door, then again, he didn’t exactly want to replace another door. Annoying. That was the one word that popped up constantly whenever the ravenette was concerned in Gin’s business.

“The door ain’t locked, don’t wanna replace it.” Gin had a clear vision of the door at the other end of the hall. He put his grin on and of course the ‘second’ setting at the table was there and it was quite clear the pale man did not have any company save for the human walking through the door.

“Made tea.” despite his consistent expression he was observing the other man looking for a tell anything to indicate danger or even an opportunity. Though, for a human Tsukishima certain was a skilled liar, at dancing the dance so to speak. The outcast was not really relying on the thought of being handed an opportunity to strike handed to him on a silver platter. No, it seemed this man managed to be interested to the point of being obnoxious while still managing to perfectly radiate an aura of detachment.

Gin would be impressed, if the very sight of the man didn’t make him slightly sick...maybe more than slightly.

“Ya might as well make yerself at home, ain’t stopped ya before.”