#rukiathread

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❝ Okay, we have to call the cops and report it as a break-in. ❞

Meme [Here] || @snow-white-moon

A black brow winged up at the suggestion, and Tsukishima paused where he was examining the wreckage. The door had been badly broken, and one could pretend the damage from the fight was from a break-in. 

But he didn’t see any reason to involve the authorities. They could just clean up and move on, with no one to meddle in their affairs. But his voice and expression betrayed only calm curiosity.

“Hmm. You want to call the cops, huh? And what do you hope that will accomplish, Rukia?”

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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.

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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?”

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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. 

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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.

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"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.