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behindthestrings:

She sits still and calm, as best as she can. It is difficult though. She makes a face as her robes are damaged, but its okay. It’s easy to make more…and well…it makes her mind wander. An assertive woman who takes no shit from her…cutting her robes to get at the skin…it pisses her off just as much as she doesn’t want to admit that she’s impressed.

But, just as she’s quick with a needle, Unohana is quick with bandaging. It’s tightly bound, and she knows it’s not going to be easily undone. She tests her movements a bit but the cracked rib still pinches and she grimaces.

‘Your sense of humor sucks’ she almost says. But she thinks better of it. She sighs and accepts it.

She notices that she’s not being asked about the next steps, and that’s fine. A group of fresh recruits come to collect her and she lays on the stretcher that they bring to take her away.

Shutara can’t help but grin at her words. “I’ll try not to…” She’s hoisted to the air, an easy feat at her weight. “Finally, service fit for a queen,” she says, knowing very well that it’s a stretcher, but for now it will be her royal litter.

She relaxes, knowing there’s not much she can do now, but she’s taken back to the 4th. She’s transferred to a more permanent bed and lays down, stretching before she gets as comfortable as she can on the meager mattress. The rib aches.

It’s here that she’ll wait. She knows better that to leave now that she’s within Unohana’s grounds. Besides, she really does hurt.

--- She observes as her subordinates move Shutara from the ground to the stretcher, making sure all proceeds as it should. She instructs them to avoid agitating her, assuring them she will personally oversee her care. She then pushes to her feet, tying her medicine bag back to her waist and dusting off her hands before making them disappear into her sleeves. She watches after them as they leave for the Fourth, quietly shaking her head. That woman.. She certainly joked a lot for someone constantly at peril; destroying herself as much as she stitched herself back together.

She went on to make sure no one else had been badly injured, or left behind, then collected all her medics and instructed them to return to the division. Some to the hospital, some to the office. She herself made her way back to the former.

With fluttering robes she eventually enters Shutara’s room, bringing with her an IV-drip. It contains almost all necessary vitamins, amino acids, as well as magnesium and calcium. “Your arm, please.” Shutara should be grateful Unohana is not planning on force-feeding her.

“You do understand this cannot go on like this.” Phrased as a statement, not a question. “I know you do not want to die.” That is not why she does this to herself..

#behindthestrings

behindthestrings:

She nods. She can feel it with every breath, the flexion and tension and how it moves.

“I figured as much,” she says.

They don’t have to speak. They know. She straightens up a bit to make the area easier to get to. She sees the flicker in her eyes, understated, but something she knows clearly. They’ve spent a long time side by side. But even if Shutara may not give up her vice…strangely enough she craves to hear the words drip from the other woman’s tongue. That someone gives a damn. It’s not that she’s fishing…but it’s part of her now. A sinking hole that only opens once in a blue moon.

Shutara watches her look through the bag, and by now she knows what the healer needs to do needs to do next. The binding will be tight but she’ll get there in once piece.

Then there…

…she receives it.

She smiles, painted lips recognizing what’s said but unsaid for a brief moments.

“Yes, you’d think,” she teases. “So now I’m just going to have to come up with more creative injuries.”

Silence follows her words.

“Thank you.” Her whispered words are barely audible. And then, she looks away.

--- She is not the kind of person to let her own opinions and feelings seep into her work, so when she dresses the wound, and makes sure that Shutara is properly taken care of to manage transport, she does not use excessive force. Her movements are calculated and precise. Just as firm as necessary and just as gentle as possible, She finished it quickly, though she has to cut the other woman’s robes for accessibility. She tunes her out in favour of working on the task at hand, lest she start to complain about ruining her outfit. Around the ribcage, over the shoulder, again and again and again like a rhythm. She is properly bandaged within no time.

“It is no laughing matter.” She counters, flagging down a few medics to come collect her and help her back to the Fourth. “Don’t mention it.” She does not ask whether Shutara will come for treatment. After all, if she asked, she could say no. Unohana is loathe to accept that in this instance.

She will squeeze in a full, liquid meal or two, too, if she can manage. That, unfortunately, is not a guarantee with Shutara. “I’ll see you in just a moment. Don’t scare my medics.”

#behindthestrings

--- Okay, that’s enough of that

#;; dash commentary

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behindthestrings:

She can feel the disappointment radiating from the woman beside her. There are two people in the world who know what she keeps hidden. She can’t stop. Not now anyway. Surely, she must understand somewhere that it’s not something that she can just give up. It’s saved her life in a way, just the same as it’s slowly killing her. and she can’t stop.

“I know…” she says. “You don’t have to say it.” She hates the way her voice sounds right now, halfway between a plea and an admission of guilt.

She doesn’t drop the dry humor though.

“You’ll never be out of practice. Maybe I do it for you, out of the goodness of my heart.”

--- She takes a clean bandage and presses it upon the wound. Kidou has done all it can, for now. “You cracked a rib.” She tells her in her soft far-too-neutral voice. She says it matter-of-factly. As though she has not heard Shutara’s pleading. Unohana says nothing. Had not planned to. Her face would betray nothing; not to anyone that does not know her the same way those of the olden days do. The slightest twitch of her brow, a flicker in her dark eyes. I wasn’t going to say anything. But I should.

She sighs, shifting back on her haunches to rummage through her medic-bag for more supplies. She’ll need to bandage it up tightly, for transport. That is.. If Shutara will even agree to be brought back to the Fourth to begin with. Unohana does not have great faith.

“I would expect that the millennia of practice I have already had are enough. Be assured I don’t need your charity.” The gentle plea to ‘take care of yourself’ is hidden somewhere in the sharp rebuttal.

#behindthestrings #[cares for her through gritted teeth and a facade of neutrality l ol]

A very DIFFERENT terrifying blade. (For real…all of my muses are transfixed)

--- "Seems awfully useless. Those blades are terribly small and confined." She also does not quite grasp why these objects needed to be destroyed. There were some nice effects in there, though.. Like the glowing things and the glass dust..

#;; submission #[dsfkjdsfd she does not understand]#[what are we LOOKIn at]

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Show my Muse a Youtube video and ask their opinion!

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incorrctbleach

I can fix him. I can chase him with a knife to humble him.

Retsu Unohana, about Kenpachi (via incorrctbleach)

❝ am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ❞ @ mid founding era ? @ryuujinjakka

--- "I believe the flaw in your thinking might lay in the stark belief that one cannot be both." She replies, finding herself { unintentionally } punctuating her statement by the long, smooth slide of the whetstone against her blade. Minazuki reflects the sun with a flash as she angles it away from her, the rasp of stone and metal filling the silence that befalls them. Once she is done, her blade will be able to slice a leaf of grass that happens to fall onto it.

Dark eyes are raised towards her friend { ally? }. "Unfair it may be, but the strong prevail. And the strong are those that will aid in building a new world." She argued; an attempt to abate his doubts. Did it matter whether these souls perished because of simple starvation and bloodshed, or because of their interference with their best intentions? Not in her mind. They would perish either way. Perhaps now, at least they would perish for a reason.

The weak, of course, would not agree with her logic, nor did all of them see the necessity of building something of a society. And fair enough.. She ( as well as Yamamoto ) was strong. She need not worry about the world changing around her. She had made herself an important cog in the wheel, setting this machine in motion. She would build a foundation. Of course this meant she could have it constructed however she preferred. People were lucky, then, that she was not wholly selfish. That Yamamoto had a vision, and she respected him enough to honour that vision, at least in part.

She poured water over her blade and washed off the grain of stone and metal. Minazuki shone brightly as she slid it back into her saya. "I shall tell you this; true monsters do not worry about being monsters. They just are." || @ryuujinjakka

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