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[renji6th-blog]

Continued from [X] | @dance-shirayuki

Renji took a deep breath and frowned to himself. There was a lot about this that he didn't know and it was difficult to explain, so he grabbed the folder of information that Unohana had given him. He fished out the most informative pieces of paper and handed it to Rukia.

"I'm sick. Well... I mean, not really sick-sick, but I'm not doing well. I have something that's draining my reiatsu and Unohana hasn't found out what's causing it just yet. I wanted you to know but I also want to say I'm not going to stop being a shinigami just because of this. I'm going to fight until my last breath."

Typical of him and Renji didn't have the first doubt when it came to saying it. He was more than determined to continue fighting alongside his Captain and his friends. He wasn't going to whither out and be nothing and he would keep himself from being a burden.

Renji was a warrior.

He glanced up at her and eased into a smile. "I just wanted to tell you so it's not a surprise if something happened before then. You and Unohana are the only two that know, I don't know if I'll tell my captain yet."

[renji6th-blog]

“Don’t think I don’t see you, Rukia.”

[xsoujun-blog]

✌

✌ — a memory of a relative

Sitting in the middle of the nursery, Soujun could only feel at peace if he were able to be near his son. Losing is wife had been difficult, even if he hadn’t yet loved her as she deserved, but she had given him a gift in their child. The little boy was so small and soft when he’d first held him that Soujun was afraid he would break him.

His father had offered is condolences. It had been interesting to talk about but Soujun still couldn’t find it in himself to speak just yet.

Thinking about it was difficult and Soujun had to continually thrust the memory of her out of his mind for the time being. He had to concentrate on their son. Violet eyes lifted from his hands to see the tiny bundle in the cradle, watching the child with ebony hair and delicate skin. Truthfully, he had never seen a being more beautiful and pure than his son - Soujun had to admit that his heart was laying in that cradle.

That wasn’t anything difficult to admit and Soujun would repeat it to anyone who asked him about it.

He watched the infant begin to fuss and smiled, resting his hand on Byakuya’s belly. “Bad dreams already, tiny blossom?” Picking him up, Soujun cradled his son to his chest and pressed his cheek against the infant’s soft hair. The blanket and Byakuya’s clothing smelled like sakura, the entire room did, and Soujun closed his eyes. 

“You don’t have to worry. I’ll always be there to take care of you, even if I’m gone.” Soujun heard a series of tiny coos and smiled, kissing Byakuya’s head. “It’ll be alright, you have nothing to fear.” And he didn’t. Soujun was going to make certain that he could protect his son, not because of family obligations but because that tiny being in his arms was the most important person in his life now. 

Byakuya was Soujun’s living embodiment of love and he needed to protect him. 

Rocking his son, Soujun closed his eyes and stroked his hair while supporting his head, enjoying his presence with a low smile. 

[xsoujun-blog]

Continued from [X] | @dance-shirayuki

“A photograph? I wasn’t aware that anyone had one of me. It’s been quite a long time.” Soujun couldn’t recall a time when anyone had taken his photo but he believed that she’d seen one. Shinigami got away with a lot of things in the way of paintings and photographs, it wouldn’t have surprised him if someone had gotten a cameo image without his knowledge. 

She had a brother?

Soujun tilted his head at her and pushed the hood up a bit, keeping the silver in his hair hidden. “I don’t believe I’ve met this brother of yours. Would you mind telling me more about him?”

[mendingandrendingbankai-blog]

Feline Instincts

@dance-shirayuki

The slim ebony feline perched atop the bookshelf and scanned the room with flickering blue eyes. A single white sunburst colored her chest, and her long tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Lately the usually sleek fur had been fluffing up and growing longer, the coming winter chill making the hair grow out. Retsu delicately groomed one side of her face while keeping an eye on the door.

*Car engine. Quiet. Car door opening, shutting, footsteps.*

Retsu crouched and stared intently.

*Jingling. Doorknob. Door opens. Human enters. Shoes come off.*

Retsu tensed and locked onto the wiggling within the white fabric, a growl building.

*Human walks into room. Closer. The wiggling things come closer.*

The cat punched, launching herself from the shelf and landing with a quiet hiss as she latched onto her prey. The material of Rukixa’s socks got caught in her claws as she bit down quickly. Her prey was jerked away and Retsu bounded off, blithely making her way up onto the back of the sofa to clean a paw in satisfaction of a successful hunt.

[dance-shirayuki-deactivated2016]

Ballroom Games(Cont. from ask)

If there was anything that Rukia hated more than anything, it was having to great every person who approached her and hold a conversation as best she could with them, no matter how much she disliked them. It wasn’t that she hated her blood and hated how she was raised. No, she found herself lucky, she had many friends, lords and ladies, princes and princesses, apprentices of many different things. What she hated was that she knew exactly why so many people always approached her, she had learned how to tell the difference between someone who was simply being kind and wanting to get to know her for who she was and those who just wanted to get as close as possible because of what she was.

She had been doing her best not to blow up at the current person she was talking with, another person trying to get cozy with her because of her status, when she heard a familiar voice call out. She excused herself from the Duke in front of her and quickly turned her attention to Tsukishima. She had known him for a few years now, they weren’t as close as she was with others, but she did enjoy his presence and he always helped get her away from lechers. She returned the bow and smirked at him slightly, “Must you always great me that way? I’ve told you before you could just call me Rukia.” Another thing she liked about the man in front of her was that she didn’t have to act all so lady like. “You’ve come at a perfect time yet again you know, how do you do it?”

[allplotsend]

Tsukishima’s return smirk was genuine once he had Lady Rukia’s attention. It always pleased him to see how easily she had fallen within his grasp, how unsuspecting she was. Only bumbling idiots made their attentions clear, Tsukishima thought as his eyes flickered disdainfully to the Duke who was currently casting them a rather sour look. He turned his back on the fool, offering his arm to the young lady. “I do have to admit that it would be quite amusing to see the looks on your suitors’ faces should I address you so familiarly. However, I daren’t incite the wrath of your brother or you may very well lose your rescuer.” Tsukishima teased lightly as he escorted her to the edge of the throng of people.

Tsukishima let out a small hum of amusement. “To answer your question, Lady, it does not take a white night to recognize a distressed damsel. It is rather obvious when those old fools overstay their welcome.” He shook his head in disgust of the lecherous nobility. How obvious their lusts were. Of course the various ladies weren’t much better, but he was much more able to deflect their advances. 

[allplotsend]

Alternate

♔ royalty au

The halls echoed with floating music, light laughter, and the babble of countless voices. Tsukishima glided through the throngs of people, socializing with everyone, but connecting with no one. Lords and ladies, princes and princesses filled the opulent room. But he was interested in only one. He wasn’t a particularly power-hungry man; on the contrary, power was just a means to an end. With power came a level of immunity that his current status didn’t grant him. 

Circling the crowds, Tsukishima found the person he was looking for and tactfully made his way over to her. “Lady Rukia.” He bowed low in greeting to the young Kuchiki. “Your brother has planned quite an event, but of course, you’re the star jewel of this ball. As grand as Lord Kuchiki may be, it is you who attracts so many to these halls.” Tsukishima straightened to smile down at the smaller ravenet charmingly.

[allplotsend]

"We can't stay here forever. They're going to find us."

“Hmm, most definitely they will find us, even if we do run. I would expect nothing less. And in knowing that, do we not have the advantage here, where we wait? ..Tsk, be more creative, little shinigami.” Tsukishima casually examined their hiding place. Running very rarely did any good, even in situations where it was perhaps more prudent. It was too predictable, they expected the trapped prey to run and panic. And Tsukishima wasn’t anyone’s prey.