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" Mashiro~ch~a~an~~~!! Have you been plagued by the silence as well?"
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"Iâm glad Iâm not the only one that thinks itâs so quiet right now!"Â
" Mashiro~ch~a~an~~~!! Have you been plagued by the silence as well?"
----" Oi, its so quiet around here.... I wonder if there's any paper work to do... "Â
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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
 ââ My hat of course~, it keeps me comfortable.
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[AU] Learning To Cope
It was a long and hard day at work, and work was actually accomplished today! Usually after such an epidemic, Shunsui would reward himself with a cold bottle of sake to quench his ever-growing thirst. However, the captain did not enjoy the idea of waking up hungover or ontop of the roof of Kuchiki Manor again. So instead, heâd treat himself to a nice shower; nothing more refreshing than keeping yourself fresh. Peeking in Nanaoâs section of his office, he saw that she was asleep, sitting in his chair and leaned over his desk. Quietly he walked over to her and draped his pink kimono over her to serve as a blanket. Shunsui then leaned down a little and brushed his hand across the top of her head, moving a small strand of hair as he would give her a small kiss on her forehead. Leaving her with that, he headed to his private bathroom where he started up the shower. Steam seeped from the doors of the bathroom, and arose to the ceiling as the captain disrobed and stepped into the watery fortress. After initial washing, the shinigami didnât leave the shower and instead just stood, allowing himself to be drenched by the water. Some time passed and Shunsui wasnât a fan of getting too wrinkly from bathing, so he turned off the water and retrieved a towel to dry off with. Once dry, he dressed himself in a pair of pink pajamas and left the bathroom to go to his office. There was one item that he was in search of after showering, his hair brush. He scavenged for it for some time, until he spotted it on the dresser not far from where Nanao had fallen asleep. Pulling another rolling chair to the dresser, he then picked up the hairbrush, yellow in color with floral print. This was no ordinary hairbrush however, this one was very special to Shunsui. Only for one particular reason, it was on that was given to him by Yamamoto. There were calming memories in the bubbly brush that he held in his hand, if only for a moment, Shunsui found himself reverting to a moment in the past, many many years ago. âââââââââ- " Shunsui!!!!! What are you doing to yourself?! " " Yare, Yama-jiiâŠ. I canât get this stupid thing to work! " Exclaimed a younger Shunsui, fidgeting with a comb as he attempted to get it through his wet hair. Little Eri, at the time twirling with her wooden sword, paused for a second, staring at the boy. " âŠ..Thatâs just sad. " Yamamoto sputtered a little, " If you keep that up youâll be bald before your time! " " But its too difficult to do !! " " HmmmâŠ. I think I have something that may help you with your problem." Shunsuiâs eyes followed Yamamoto as he went to retrieve something from his cabinets. As the elder returned, the boy locked into what looked like a bubbly ping pong paddle. " Whats that thing ? " The boy giggled. " PshtâŠ. You ask the most absurd things sometimes. Itâs a hair brush of course. " Replied the old man as he quickly grasped the boy by his shoulder,pushing the bristles through his tangled hair. " DUH! " Spurted Eri. " OW! " Yelped Shunsui, moving his small hand to where Yamamoto had forcefully brushed his hair. His fingers gripped slightly, only to feel that the hair wasnât tangled in that spot. " âŠ.It worked..? " Yamamoto did not reply, instead he handed the brush to the young boy. Shunsui then took the brush and began to run it through his short brown locks. With each brush the hair would seemingly untangle, it was like a miracle to him. He didnât know how such a thing could work so well, but he knew that Yama-jii knew best. Turning to the old man, he gave a wide grin, " Thank you Sensei~! " " There is no need to thank me, though it was rather amusing to watch you try to pry through that thickened mess with a thin bamboo comb. " " Oi!!!! It wasnât that bad !!! " âââââââââ Snapping out of the small daze, Shunsui proceeded to brush his hair with the miracle brush he had kept since he was a boy. " HehâŠ. Itâs been working all this time, I guess Yama-jii really did know what he was talking about. " He muttered to himself. As he continued to brush his hair, all that could come to mind were the times when Yamamoto would instruct him in life. Not even serious matters, just simple things that made him the man he was today. Perhaps he had spent too much time thinking, as he found himself wiping a few tears from his eyes, still mourning the presence of the only person he looked at as a father, even more than his own biological father, who was never quite there for him. Even though he had been with this man for thousands of years, it still seemed like it wasnât enough. Maybe he was being selfish, or maybe all of this was just triggered by the hairbrush. Either way, he gravely missed Yamamoto, and all in all, even though he was a grown man; he still felt like a child that needed guidance. Though now he was entrusted to guide so many lives, he still felt like he needed guidance himself. In a state of confusion, the Captain placed the brush down on the dresser and lifted both his hands to his face, softly releasing a near silent weep. " ⊠Why did you have to leave so soonâŠ? Didnât you know we still need youâŠDidnât you know I still need you? " Whispered Shunsui, shoulders throbbing gently and voice cracking under the emotional pressure. Though faint, the crying noises caused Nanao to wake from her light nap, turning to see where the noise was coming from. Glancing upon her captain who was clearly not all well, she rolled her chair next to him and placed a hand on his back. " Taichou? Is something the matter ?" Stubbornly wiping away his tears and struggling to fight back more, he replied with a waving voice, " Itâs nothing, Iâm sorry I woke you up. " Nanao remained silent for a few seconds, and then after analyzing the area she spoke to him in a calming voice, " Itâs fine to miss someone, ok sir? Youâre not the only one. " She stated, giving him a reassuring pat on the back, " Come on, Iâll make us a pot of tea and Iâll read you a happy story for tonight, does that sound nice ? " "âŠâŠYeah⊠Thank you, Na-na~chan. " Chirped Shunsui in a recovering tone. " Anytime sir. You know, itâs a good thing Mr. Genryuusai taught you how to brush your hair properly; I donât think Soul Society would have been able to take you seriously with a floral kimono and a bald head. " Shunsui silently glared over at Nanao after her statement, a smile slowly creeping on his face that would be accompanied by a hearty laugh. " So meanâŠbut I think youâre right about that, Nanao-chan~." replied the captain in a chuckling tone of voice. " Letâs go have that tea now, ok?" " Yes sir~."
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Though his kimono is pink, he very much likes the colour blue.Â
[Robinâs Egg Blue to be exact.]
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He doesnât like for his hat to be stolen, its his security blanket.
[He only takes it off around people he trusts.]