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"Cute plushies are sold everywhere in the World of the Living... yet we do not even have a dedicated shop in the Seireitei. It is a disservice to the peoples! This must be raised at the next SWA meeting at the very least. Who's with me?"
Rukia Kuchiki | Bleach
A long dark shadow fell over her form, as an unknown figure approached. The lieutenant's stunted height was proving to be no advantage in identifying the owner of the shadow. All she'd managed to identify was a coarsely spelt squad report that would need some serious editing in the pile of paperwork she was currently nursing.
Light though they were, one wrong movement and the wind would gleefully scatter them into further discord. Which would then require even more sorting and processing. (And naturally, copious amounts of herbal tea to keep her adequately alert.) As a result, she thought it best to avoid any collisions too. They would result in two more casualties to boot.
Also, she was pretty curious anyway.
Stopping in her tracks, Rukia poked her head from behind the looming tower of folders and yet-to-be-sorted paperwork balanced precariously in her hands. A familiar face greeted her. The lackadaisical part of her revelled at the possibility of an extra pair of hands to relieve her load, whereas the stubborn independence driven part persisted for her to be looking more sightly and less struggling shinigami-in-need.
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With the glaring green of her hair (the only visible part of the oncomer's identity from Rukia's obscured position) coupled with her unique reiatsu, Rukia didn't need much to know that it was her fellow lieutenant in the vicinity. She offered a smile.
"Kuna-fukutaichou, it's good to see you," she said. "How are things going in the 9th Division?"
Nelliel turned upon hearing her name. A smile grazed her lips at the sight of the petite shinigami. She remembered her, she was a friend of Ichigo’s and had stormed into Hueco Mundo to rescue Orihime-chan.
"Rukia-san!" She nodded in confirmation. She noticed the look of confusion and realized that Rukia had initially met her in her child form. Perhaps she would ease the ebony haired shinigami’s bewilderment. “Yes, it’s me!"
"How are you?"
Her suspicions had been right after all, though she wasn't entirely sure how. Rukia inspected the arrancar from head to toe. Nel was quickly (regrettably) removed from her ever depleting list of people to whom she didn't have to crane her neck to speak with. She looked like a fully grown adult--though her voice still bore the high pitched intonation of a child. Still, had it really been that long?
"I'm good, thank you, Nel. How have you been? How are your brothers? You've grown so much! I didn't realise so much time must have passed. Are the growth rates for... infant arrancar much quicker than they are for humans?" Rukia asked directly. There was no point beating around the bush, after all. If it was Nel, she'd say.
"It is good to see you again." She offered a sincere smile. After all, Nel had never been their enemy--even if she was of the enemy's race.
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Rukia scrutinised the green-haired woman with perplexity. The name was the same... the hair was certainly the same... but the actual person--could arrancars actually grow, even if they were children? She felt as if she was missing something important here. Something that she had been neglected to have been told.
"Nel...?" she called uncertainly.
Rukia by ~torakun14
@ Kuchiki Rukia
It was nice to talk to someone without suffering from a stiff neck afterwards. If Kuchiki was taller it was not a lot and so they could actually talk on eye level. Hitsugaya nodded at the information about Ukitake. He had suspected it. The captain of the 13th division had not attended the meetings for quite some time. Maybe Hitsugaya would stop by later. Ukitake was after all always very nice to him and had presented him with gifts every now and then…even though these gifts consisted of candy and were a little too childish for Hitsugaya’s taste. He did mean well and that was all that counted, plus it was not that he did not like sweets. He just did not like to admit it.
Hitsugaya was not very good to keep conversations going in general. With Matsumoto he had not to worry about it because she simply kept on talking. Actually he barely said anything at all in their conversations. It was similar with Hinamori. After the Aizen incident it had been a little awkward at first but slowly they were going back to their former relationship.
Difficulties with Hyourinmaru? Well yes…you could say that. The dragon had been the reason why he had frosted his grandmother. However he knew that this was not what Kuchiki was talking about. Sometimes it was weird to him. Most of them were older than him, had spent more time with their zanpakoutou and yet a lot of Shinigami seemed to have severe problems connecting with them over shikai. Maybe that was what all this prodigy talk was about.
“Hm… we had a pretty strong connection from the beginning I think. I do not know why. I have seen his spirit in my dreams long before I ever sat a foot in the shinigami academy…that was actually the reason I did enter.” Hitsugaya did not know if Kuchiki knew of it. It was not actually a secret and since it had been Matsumoto who had advised him to go, chances were that she had told the story at one occasion or the other.
“Hyourinmaru can be a little…stubborn at times and he is not very talkative…not much of a surprise I guess” he said and grinned lopsidedly. The zanpakoutou were after all a part of them and even though they were individual spirits, they shared quite a few trades with their wielders. With Hitsugaya and Hyourinmaru it sure were significant trades.
“At times when we do not connect that well I have experienced that training in the common sense does not help all too much to get him to open up. It just tends to frustrate both of us in the end. I usually search for a calm spot, take my time and meditate, concentrate on my inner self and find him there and try to reconnect.”
It was a little difficult to explain for it was more feeling than actually doing anything.
“However I do not know if this method works for everyone. As far as I know Madarame uses meditation as well…Matsumoto on the other hand always says it does not work and that Haineko refuses cooperation in general most of the time.”
That was bullshit. Matsumoto was just not patient enough. However he would not bad mouth his lieutenant in front of a colleague.
“For Ayasegawa it did not seem to work all that good as well.” He vividly remembered Ayasegawa screaming at his sword and hacking on a rock like a maniac.
“But maybe it’s worth a try…”he said and shrugged.
Well... she supposed, at least she didn't have to--physically--look up to a superior for once. Gradually, she felt herself relax, as the stiffness in her shoulders subsided and her hand slipped loose from its awkward position at her sheath.
The captain's company was nice, refreshing even. These days in particular, interpersonal skills seemed to be at an all time low--though unsurprisingly. The senior members of Gotei 13 were often either too preoccupied with training and preparation for battle or simply too overcome with conflict and tension with their peers to form many social bonds. She herself had become buried under paperwork and a brain numbing mixture of captain-lieutenant duties; the 13th division officer had barely spoken to her own brother as of late, let alone anyone else. Perhaps this interaction was what she needed. Hm.
Rukia nodded with acknowledgement.. "I see..." Of course, Captain Hitsugaya's response came as no surprise.Variations upon variations of the story behind the child prodigy had spread throughout the Seireitei over the years; she was pretty sure she had heard them all. "I believe Matsumoto-fukutaichou has mentioned something in passing before..." Rather elaborately. And drunkenly. Upon other stories. And theatrical acts. And rather amusing impersonations. The latter, however, went unheard; what happened in the Shinigami Women's Association stayed in the Shinigami Women's Association. (Well, that was supposed to be the idea anyway.)
"Although," she did dare add with a blithe smirk, "I gather the stories circulating which involve your... ahh... defeat of a great fire breathing dragon in the mountains at age 7 bear little connection to your history with Hyourinmaru. Nor much else, I assume."
Oh, Rukia understood all too well. Her lips creased in amusement. "Of course. There is often a, how to put it, clash in personalities between Sode no Shirayuki and I." In fact, the captain's own issues with his zanpakuto resonated with her own. It seemed they had more in common than she had first thought.
"Ah, I see. I think it depends... "Connection" methods seem to just vary between different wielders and their zanpakutos. I think that finding the... technique that works best is, perhaps, the hardest thing. I do not yet think that I have found such a method with Sode no Shirayuki, but we are getting there." While they were both stubborn, Rukia noticed that Sode no Shirayuki was somewhat colder and more inexorable in her skills; as good a skill as it were in battle, it wasn't always efficient--or, indeed, necessary. It was just a matter of perfecting, of finding the right balance--a compromise between their personalities and ways of working. "Though you and Hyourinmaru always seem so in-sync, it's quite remarkable. So, thank you for the advice, taichou. I really appreciate it..."
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"Sode no Shirayuki," Rukia greeted, lips curling into a welcoming smile, as she approached her zanpakuto. "It is great to have you here, at last. It's been such a while."
Being able to see and interact with her zanpakuto in her physical manifestation was such a blessing--a rarity that she would probably never get used to. Her dreams were still haunted by vivid reconstructions of their first encounter, but she hoped that--one day--all of these new memories and experiences with Sode no Shirayuki would take its place.
@ Kuchiki Rukia
She had chosen this training ground specifically. Small and cosy, it was tucked away in a corner of the Seireitei, a healthy distance from any squad barracks. This way, any temperature drops caused by her zanpakuto’s ice-based powers wouldn’t cause any surprise cases of hypothermia. Well, that had been the plan.
Rukia just hadn’t accounted for anybody coming to her—let alone it being the captain of the 10th division (although she was comforted in the knowledge that he, too, had an ice-based zanpakuto and would be used to the cold climate).
Perhaps, she had miscalculated the impact zone of Sode no Shirayuki’s powers. Had her training affected the climate in the 10th’s barracks? Had it gotten so bad—so cold—Hitsugaya had had to come and locate the source of the problem himself?
Apparently not, she thought soon after, furrowing her brow at his response. ”So, there’s no… problem…?”
To think that he had been observing her as she trained made her feel slightly embarrassed. She was confident in her skills and abilities, yes, but she was grounded enough to know that she was not the most skilled. Not by far. Improvement in her swordsmanship was high on her ‘to do’ list. The child prodigy of a captain had probably mentally noted her every flaw in fighting.
“Not at all, taichou,” she said. “I feel it’s time I finished, anyhow. I think I’ve destroyed enough dummies for one day.” Gently, she tapped on the frozen dummy with the hilt of her sword. The ice shattered into thousands of sparkling shards. She let slip a sliver of a smile. “And I can hardly practise on my own.”
Hitsugaya Tōshirō did not even feel the cold anymore. He was far too used to it. Heat affected him a lot more. Hot summers always were quite the horror. Basically he had just been walking with no real purpose. To take a long walk after a day of just sitting behind his desk was a habit, he had picked up for quite some time. It refreshed him. Sometimes he did train himself, sometimes he just walked to get a clear mind. Today it had been the latter. In the end it had been her reiatsu that had drawn him closer.
The ground was still glistering with ice crystals, the remains of Kuchiki’s training. He liked the sight of it. Ice and snow was just beautiful to him. The cold and calm of the winter always brought a certain peace to his soul and every once in a while even an unburdened smile on his face.
He did not notice her embarrassment, especially since there was no reason for it. However Hitsugaya had noted before that some people tended to be shy around him when it came to their abilities. Being a so called prodigy (yes, he knew that he was called a child prodigy and that vexed him a lot for he was young but not a child anymore) obviously made people think that his main activity while watching others was analyzing their mistakes to the core. Well that was not so. He noted them but sure not everything. Furthermore he found far more in his own training. Prodigy had never meant anything to him. This ‘title’ had caused more inconvenience than anything else. He was just a fast learner that was all there was to it. The sound of the hilt meeting with the surface of the solid frozen dummy made him grin lopsidedly.
The wind caught a few crystals and waved them over his face.
“Is Ukitake not in the shape to train with you at the moment?” Hitsugaya never was one to use suffixes…or given names. He not even called Hinamori by her given name. The closest thing to her given name he had used thus far had been ‘bedwetter momo’…well her given name at least was inside that term.
Hitsugaya assumed that usually Kuchiki trained with her captain. At least he considered it a duty of a captain to train his lieutenant and he knew that at least Kuchiki did that as well, for he had heard of Kuchiki and Abarai training together from Ukitake and Kyouraku.
Hitsugaya had a feeling though that there was barely a captain having so much trouble getting his or her lieutenant to the training grounds like he had with Matsumoto.
However even if Ukitake was not in the condition for training, Kuchiki sure had other options. Abarai for instance sure was not one to say no to an extra training session.
Warm rays of sunshine caressed her back, contrasting sharply with the cool, crystal-enchanted air before her. A gentle gust of wind tickled the hairs on her forearms, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Subtly, Rukia shifted subtly out of the increasingly uncomfortable concentration of light.
So as not to seem impolite, Rukia sheathed her katana and stepped closer.
She held a great deal of respect for the 10th division captain; it could not have been easy being thrust into this lifestyle so young, no less being given such great powers and responsibilities. Of course, his less-than-average height--though she would probably never say it aloud--must have been yet another factor.
"The winter season has not been too kind to taichou, though he is resilient as ever, as I'm sure you can imagine..." she said, with a knowing smile.
Reserved by nature (and nurture, a niggling voice in her mind insisted), she found it difficult to keep the conversation flowing. Should she continue speaking? Her lieutenant's armband had slipped a little amidst her training and, right now, she could feel its weight bearing down on her as testimony to the awkwardness-- no, unfamiliarity of the interaction.
"But that's not why he is not training with me," Rukia elaborated eventually, carefully. "I wanted to spend more time alone with Sode no Shirayuki. I have been worried that we have not been connecting efficiently as wielder and zanpakuto lately." Perhaps she was not taking care of her properly, she didn't add. "I figured that training would somewhat help..."
She paused.
"Do you-- or, have you ever faced such difficulties with Hyourinmaru, taichou? ...Of course, I do not mean to pry, so I understand if you don't wish to answer." She wasn't entirely sure why she was suddenly finding herself seeking advice (?) from the captain.
Resume>Naruki Adventure || Rukia && Yukio
After a long break from the usually energetic Naruki City, it was time to come back home. The gamer couldn’t have been any less excited about coming back since he had always found the city to be rather very bleak and boring. In truth, he didn’t mean that the entire city was boring; it was just their video gaming store staff. Yukio practically calls the staff ‘unintelligent’ since he finds himself disgusted with the information given to potential customers of a certain title. It riles him up, rather than wanting to outright lash at them. The gamer wasn’t the type to lash out anyways, due to his quiet nature. In short, so why impose a bad reputation upon yourself when you need not to do so?
Despite the gaming store being the one place he would go to, tonight was not the night. The Fullbringer had other things on his mind, and going to see those wonderful clerks were certainly not there. Instead, Yukio had the local coffee shop in mind. He enjoyed the concept of twenty-four hour coffee shops. They were like Internet cafes, only coffee shops provided free Wi-Fi connection. Still, that didn’t bother Yukio; he never needed the free Wi-Fi anyways.
Walking down the bright streets of the city, he took in the usual sights that he saw on a regular basis. He merely sighed, dismissing it as “same old, same old.” Although the gamer was a very simple person, he had very high standards. Perhaps his standards were derived from his picky nature in choosing video games? (Even though he didn’t show it). Or perhaps—no, it couldn’t possibly from that. Shaking his head in a dismissive fashion, he continued walking down the street towards the quiet shop.
Reaching the shop took only a matter of minutes, thanks to Yukio’s heightened pace. He entered quickly, trying to avoid all contact with the other members of society. Aah, how it was cozy inside the shop. It felt like a warm autumn’s evening but with the feeling of winter. He slipped his gaming device into his coat pocket and looked up at the overhead menus. Blinking a few times, he walked towards the cashier waiting for his decision. Completely unaware, he didn’t take the time to notice another figure standing before him. The gamer paced forward until—
Crash! Right into a complete stranger, Yukio thought. Way to be. “Oh. Uh..sorry about that. I..should pay attention to where I’m going. It’s my fault.”
Rukia sighed. She had been given the one opportunity (one in a long while, anyway) to visit Karakura Town and she couldn't even stay for long. The plan was to drop in, investigate the reiatsu spike (which was apparently nondescript), take care of it and shoot off back to Soul Society where a growing mound of paperwork urgently awaited her attention. Well, that had been the plan at least. Somewhere along the way, she had decided to make sure her Gigai was in full working order. Soon enough, she found herself shuffling along some unfamiliar streets in search of the source of the reiatsu. The red dot on her denreishinki had kept disappearing and reappearing in random locations; for a moment, she had even been thoroughly convinced (hopeful, in fact) that the device was faulty. Alas, an hour and a half of fruitless tracking later, here she was in a small, suburban café reacquainting herself with human currency and coffee. Cradling her mug of caffeine-spiked goodness, Rukia made a bee line for the door. Her eyes were carefully trained on the steaming concoction, so as to make sure not a single, precious drop were to be spilled. The cursed vacillating reiatsu could wait. The lieutenant's attention was so undivided that she didn't see the str--oof!--anger. Luckily for her, quick reflexes enabled a protective hand to prevent any of the scalding liquid sloshing over the porcelain edges. It seemed, however, that the foam rabbit--the one that the overly friendly barista had daintily etched into her latté--had not survived the turbulence. The stranger's apology went unheard. Still, the Shinigami's greatest shock came as she looked up. "It's you...!" Rukia realised, hot beverage all but forgotten. The boy was easily recognisable, perhaps due to the fact that he still--well--looked like a boy. A child. Her tone was not one of hostility, though it was not particularly amicable either. "I cannot recall your name, but I remember now: you trapped me in that dimension... your game..." She paused for a moment. "I was under the impression you had left Karakura Town with the surviving Full Bringers."
@ Kuchiki Rukia
He had not planned to be caught watching her training. When she addressed him Hitsugaya had been just on the act of leaving as silently as he had appeared. After all he did not really have anything to say to her and he was not good at small talk or appreciated awkward silence.
He greeted her with a nod. Kuchiki’s reaction surprised him a bit. Disturbing him? She would have noticed if he had trained close by and other than that he could not think of a reason she might disturb him. After a moment he shook his head.
“No” he just said but then added with a smirk
“It is obviously more the other way around.” Hitsugaya had not intended to distract her from her training. Furthermore it really was pretty rude to watch someone else’s training. It was a really private thing to open up to your zanpakutou, he sure would not like to have bystanders ogling his training. So Hitsugaya did something he barely did. Well in his opinion it was barely necessary even though some people might think differently. He apologized to Kuchiki.
“I’m sorry for bursting in your training like that. I did not mean to break your concentration.”
She had chosen this training ground specifically. Small and cosy, it was tucked away in a corner of the Seireitei, a healthy distance from any squad barracks. This way, any temperature drops caused by her zanpakuto's ice-based powers wouldn't cause any surprise cases of hypothermia. Well, that had been the plan.
Rukia just hadn't accounted for anybody coming to her--let alone it being the captain of the 10th division (although she was comforted in the knowledge that he, too, had an ice-based zanpakuto and would be used to the cold climate).
Perhaps, she had miscalculated the impact zone of Sode no Shirayuki's powers. Had her training affected the climate in the 10th's barracks? Had it gotten so bad--so cold--Hitsugaya had had to come and locate the source of the problem himself?
Apparently not, she thought soon after, furrowing her brow at his response. "So, there's no... problem...?"
To think that he had been observing her as she trained made her feel slightly embarrassed. She was confident in her skills and abilities, yes, but she was grounded enough to know that she was not the most skilled. Not by far. Improvement in her swordsmanship was high on her 'to do' list. The child prodigy of a captain had probably mentally noted her every flaw in fighting.
"Not at all, taichou," she said. "I feel it's time I finished, anyhow. I think I've destroyed enough dummies for one day." Gently, she tapped on the frozen dummy with the hilt of her sword. The ice shattered into thousands of sparkling shards. She let slip a sliver of a smile. "And I can hardly practise on my own."
ooc: okay sorry but can anyone see anything on rukia's blog? it keeps coming up as a blank page for me and i apparently don't have permission to see my posts either???
@ Kuchiki Rukia
It had been a coincidence. HitsugayaTōshirō really had not planned to play rubberneck on Kuchiki’s training. However since she possessed the only other ice type zanpakutou Hitsugaya had to admit that he was a little curious. He did not know much about Kuchiki and he had barely seen her fight. Somehow he had always assumed that she actually was pretty capable and since she had been promoted to lieutenant his assumption had to be correct.
Hitsugaya had stopped at some distance. No one knew better than him that ice type zanpakutou were predestined to cause collateral damage.
Sode no shirayuki was said to be the most beautiful sword in Soul Society and it sure lived up to that ‘title’. Kuchiki lead her with an incredible grace and a stunning precision. Sure every now and then there were mistakes but all in all it was an impressive presentation.
Training had become an integral part of Rukia's routine as lieutenant. Her promotion had meant she had even more to prove, to live up to; and with the whispers of war growing ever louder around the Seireitei, it was only a matter of time before her skills and stamina would be put to the test.
"Tsugi no mai, Hakuren," she murmured, puncturing the ground in front of her with practised precision. She quickly removed the sword before manoeuvring it into a horizontal position. Gracefully, she leapt back, just in time to avoid the force of the fresh jet of ice firing at the dummy.
Rukia observed that the entire dummy had been perfectly encased in a solid block of ice (no body part too close to any edge); however, her actual aim had not been accurate enough. Large cracks in the ice indicated that she had initially hit the target in the lower abdomen, as opposed to its chest--where it would have felt a bigger impact. A perfect attack would disable the enemy long enough--through loss of balance--to drop its guard, so as not to incite a defensive reaction.
It was as she gazed at--through--the frozen training dummy that she saw a figure behind it. Curious, she stepped to one side to find an unexpected visitor. "Oh, Hitsugaya-taichou, I apologise--I didn't see you there," Rukia said, bowing in greeting. "Is there anything the matter?" She sheathed her sword, feeling a little sheepish. "I hope my training did not disturb you...!"
