"Hiyori-chan~. If you need anything to get settled or at all don't hesitate to ask~."
“I’d like Aizen’s fuckin’ balls in a food processor thanks!”
Hiyori’s eyes are hard and mean as she’s staring at his face. Liar liar...
She had once liked Kyoraku. He had been a good mentor and one of the more easygoing captains. But everything had changed for Hiyori.
“I hate shinigami,” she told him. “Ya don’t owe me shit.”
Here he was, welcoming her like the last century or more had not occurred. As if he had given a damn about Hiyori-Chan.
Don’t call her by this name. That girl no longer exists.
“Just be good ‘ta my friends. That’s all ya need ‘ta do now.”
But... whilst Hiyori pretended she did not have a heart... sometimes that sad little organ inside her chest stirred. And she was unable to maintain that cruel expression on her face for very long. Because she recognised that horrendous ache in his eye. He was also suffering.
And Hiyori couldn’t bring it in herself to... to make him suffer any more. He had already suffered a significant loss. Her hard exterior crumbled and she could feel her shoulders slumping. A moment of surrender as she acknowledged just what had been taken from them both.
“‘M sorry for Ukitake-Taichou.”
That kindness, that devastating smile, his clear laughter- - “My my, Hiyori-Chan, you will be such a fine lieutenant - - I have so much faith in you! You are an asset to your division - I hope my lieutenant is just as energetic as you!” And he had beamed at her, like he could not have been more proud.
Hiyori’s lips curved downwards at the recollection.
“I really hate shinigami, you know… but I still didn’t want any of you hurt. I wish I could swap my life for Ukitake’s. I am so very sorry, Kyoraku-Taichou. I hate you all. I keep saying I hate you, every single shinigami.., and I do... but I still... feel so... so sad he’s gone. ‘M sorry. I ain’t a good friend... but Lisa will... Lisa... she never forgot ya.”