#jxnied

[adinerado]

WE MUST REJOICE! NNOI-SAMA HAS RETURNED!! HIS HAREM OF TWINKS HAVE BEEN WAITING ~ NNOI-SAMA.... 

[tigrismhasmoved]

Aftermath and Sake. || Drabble

She hadn't been expecting any guests. Especially not on this day, the wounds still fresh. No, not the wounds on her flesh, no the ones deep within. The ones in her heart. Why was she allowing herself to think about it, even now? It didn't matter right? He had betrayed his Lieutenant and everyone in the Gotei 13, sans Kaname and Aizen, but even worse? He had betrayed her. The one woman he had said he wouldn't make cry. But how many times had she fought back the cries, near soul searing sobs that threatened to escape? One too many times and perhaps, that's exactly what she needed to let go; trusting him.

She hadn't been expecting any guests. Especially not on this day, the wounds still fresh. No, not the wounds on her flesh, no the ones deep within. The ones in her heart. Why was she allowing herself to think about it, even now? It didn't matter right? He had betrayed his Lieutenant and everyone in the Gotei 13, sans Kaname and Aizen, but even worse? He had betrayed her. The one woman he had said he wouldn't make cry. But how many times had she fought back the cries, near soul searing sobs that threatened to escape? One too many times and perhaps, that's exactly what she needed to let go; trusting Gin Ichimaru.

Pivoting in her chair, eyes would gaze upon Izuru, and a somber smile would quirk up the corner of her mouth. Ah yes, how could she have forgotten? He had dared raise his zanpakuto to her, as though she had been the enemy. As though she was the one that should be cut down. Did it matter what bug Gin could have put in his ear at the time? No, because Rangiku wasn't angry about what Izuru did, she was saddened by it. His loyalty to his Captain knew no bounds and for that she respected him for it. It was also the reason why he was forgiven, because Rangiku knew exactly what he could have been feeling in those moments that he learned the truth.

As they sat there, lounging rather uncomfortably in each other's presence, the blonde glanced at her friend sideways before rising from her seated position and going straight for the hidden cabinet within the desk.

" Rangiku I'm---"

" I know what you're going to say Izuru, but I forgive you. "

" Thank you."

" Now, let's share this new bottle of sake! It'd be a shame to waste."

Even among her feigned exuberance, Izuru could feel the pain resonating from her but decided in voicing it aloud, and instead indulged into cup of sake that she handed to him and then filled. As he took that first gulp of the alcoholic beverage, it was clear to see that neither of them would ever really recover from this.

An hour and two drunk Lieutenants later, all throughout the Seireitei one could hear the boisterous, drunken and scathing remarks against Gin and the agreements that followed. Seemed like despair would have to wait another night....

[tigrismhasmoved]

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[[ crawls into ur lap ]]

[[ cradles you and feeds you tbh ]]]

[adinerado]

Nnoitra has died.

It rained that day. 

It rained from when the sun rose in the swirling grey shrouds to when it began it’s descent back down behind the horizon, and the muffled light grew dimmer. Both of them anticipated the rain. They heard on the news it’d be perpetual downpour all day. They thought nothing of it, only arming themselves with an umbrella, and jackets. They both thought nothing of the lightening cracking open the sky to release the enormous sound of thunder, shaking the ground below, the rain falling against the pavement gently silencing the noise. 

They thought nothing of the cold wind and how it cut into their exposed skin, and joked about how it may carry one of them off, a hand’s grip from each tightening and their sides brushed against each other. 

They thought nothing of how the bottoms of their pants grew damp as the water from pooling puddles below leapt upon their landing shoes, hitting the cloth that rode so dangerously close too the ground. One smiled, and touched down in every puddle they came across, the other tugged along, sensing the jubilant  spirit in the air and suppressing a smile.

It rained that day. 

When they thought nothing of a nearby light, glowing a dim orange-red through the onslaught of rain, a color used to attract attention, to warn. They held their breaths and burst out from underneath the protection of their black umbrella, grins pulling up the corners of their mouths, their heads tipping back to let the water fall against their faces and roll down their necks. Shoes slapped against wet asphalt, and over white lines. 

A sound far louder, far more terrifying than any roar of thunder could ever be, broke through the rain, their eyes flying open as busted up headlights soared forth from the cold wind and the thick curtain of droplets. A hand’s grip from each tightened, and a long arm tossed one aside, a bang tearing through the joyous air that had swirled around them as they had thought nothing of what could’ve done their afternoon in. 

His scream reached every corner of that town, and his legs gave out. He screamed as his hands dragged him forward against the white lines and the wet asphalt. He screamed as his tears mixed with the droplets rolling down his face, and as his arms curled around a tall, limp figure, dark clothes further darkened by a warm, unwelcome red. 

He called the figure’s name, and tossed his head back as he did before, his fingers trembling when they surrounded themselves in the grey fabric of a soaked jacket. His throat burned, and he felt his head grow heavy, but his scream only continued to erupt from such a tiny frame that never before looked so big against the limp body resting in his hold. 

Never before had he put any trust in what deity may have been residing above his head, but he called for a God at the top of his lungs, sobbing, crying for him to bring back who rested motionless against his chest. He screamed, and screamed, and yelled the figure’s name, looking away from the sky to push back long, raven strands that hung from its head and lay plastered against his narrow profile, framing his still warm face with what color soon began to crawl along the sorrowful sky.

Pink locks, heavy with water, splayed over the body’s sharply curved neck as he pressed his nose into its scarlet crook, his voice calling its name, begging for its life, hardly coherent through his agonized sobs. 

Nnoitra died on his birthday, August 29th. He planned to go to the city fair. 

But it rained that day. 

[rebelliouspantera]

“Nnoitra need some diapers now? I heard about your little accident.”

[rebelliouspantera]

[tigrismhasmoved]

jxnied said: [[ gin’s a life ruiner ]]

Rangiku,Izuru etc, he’s the king of life ruin tbh

[tigrismhasmoved]

♦:Relationship with your Muse. ♠:What's one thing you dislike about your Muse? ☾:Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why.

♦:Relationship with your Muse.

She’s like my fashionable big sister to be quite honest. 

♠:What's one thing you dislike about your Muse? 

How sad and angry she is inside, especially considering how cheery she can be on the outside. It really makes me uneasy sometimes.

☾:Favorite moment from your Muse's canon, and why.

To be honest, I feel like any moment she had with Toshiro is my favorite because it shows just how strong their bond is. Sure, he can yell at her and boss her around but if it weren’t for her, his grandmother would be dead and he wouldn’t be the prodigy everyone knows to this very day. And if it weren’t for Toshiro, Rangiku would have fell apart ages ago. So all in all, they’re like a family and they wouldn’t be where they are without each other.