Mizumachi watches the Devilbats trounce each other on the field. "They're not a football team," he sneers, "they're just seeing who can the most butts."
The vice-captain stops, having walked half-way between the 11th and 12th division and her shadow still following her. Turning she asks the third seat what it is that he wants.
Ikkaku just walks on up to her, so close she can smell earth and musk, feel his heat, and says in a low voice that rumbles over her spine and in her head, "I wanna make ya cry for more."
Even if they've been walking side-by-side for the last ten minutes, somehow they both know- it's an instinctive sense in the change of the air that's not preempted by either of them but the reach at the same time Di Roy under his shirt, Ice Ringer in his side bag and they pull out-
Di Roy freezes, the long barrel of a hand-crafted gun pressed against his chest. It's the gun that made Ice Ringer famous, the one that's the source of most every unsolved murder in the city. He grins but makes no move to put away his own gun. "You're fast."
With the mask on Di Roy can't make it out, but he can see it in the curve of Ice Ringer's eyes as he smirks back. "I have no bullets."
That just makes Di Roy's grin wider. "We're gonna be great friends, I think."
Metal fiddles with the laces on the dress, dolled up like some Lolita center-fold. "I hate this." His face is nearly as red as his hair. Elec just smiles and moves the camera to get a shot of that too-sexy pout.
She's alone in her room, trembling at her uselessness, at having failed her father yet again. She'd made a mistake in a case study and all the research they've gathered from it is worthless. Her father had yelled at her for it, for being careless, slapped her and kicked and pulled her upright by her hair and yelled because you should've known better, useless waste!
There's a ripple of reiatsu catches her attention, carefully cloaked and obvious to her because she knows it so well. Nemu slides open her window and is ready to ask Madarame to leave but he's already hoisting himself onto the sill, taking a seat and brushing her hair back to caress the darkening bruise on her face.
Softly he asks- as if he doesn't know what happened to her, as if it didn't happen -"Have you ever heard of this one human story? 'S called Peter Pan..."
It's been... tentative to say the least. And even if they're officially together it just... really doesn't feel like it. And Shinji's pushed him hard enough to get them where they are now to comfortably push for more. Even if he is irritate at the lack of action.
It is, however, a shock when Kensei comes up to him looking annoyed.
"Don't lie." He says a little brusquely. "That new lieutenant you promoted, you were checkin' him out, weren't you?"
At first Shinji doesn't know what to say. Yes, he was checking the man out, but that was because after the promotion Shinji had asked him where he bought the pants he was wearing and not because there was anything particularly attractive about him. However he answers with, "Are you upset about it?"
This time it's Kensei that doesn't know what to say and his mouth moves with no sound to accompany it. Finally he clicks his mouth shut, looks away, looks at Shinji, rubs at his face, turns and walks away.
Alone, Shinji slumps in his seat. He wonders if he had forced the issue a little too much.
Hisagi has been coming here everyday. Even now Komamura-taichou doesn't frequent as he once did but then the captain seems to have found a way back on his feet. Komamura-taichou had lost a friend and brother and the first person to truly accept him. Hisagi lost a teacher, an inspiration, was betrayed of every value he knew in the deepest parts of his soul was right
But what can he trust if the one person that taught him all that was wrong?
He comes here every day and just stares at the grave of the person Hisagi doesn't know. Not the name, not the gender, not even when they died. All he knows is that they were once important to Tousen-taichou but not enough to keep him there. He doesn't know what to say to the grave or the memory of the person and so every day he comes and just stares at the things he can't see and can't put into words.
There's just empty in Hisagi and just his breath whistling inside.
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:37 am (UTC)"A Butt-kicking contest" ?
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 06:54 am (UTC)oh man... um...
Shuumi- One More Time?
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:38 am (UTC)IbaIkka- *shot*
*coughs* Seriously, though, IkkakuNemu + what you want
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:44 am (UTC)Ikkaku just walks on up to her, so close she can smell earth and musk, feel his heat, and says in a low voice that rumbles over her spine and in her head, "I wanna make ya cry for more."
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:53 am (UTC)Okay, I'm being good. Really.
Again and again.
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 06:50 am (UTC)Di Roy freezes, the long barrel of a hand-crafted gun pressed against his chest. It's the gun that made Ice Ringer famous, the one that's the source of most every unsolved murder in the city. He grins but makes no move to put away his own gun. "You're fast."
With the mask on Di Roy can't make it out, but he can see it in the curve of Ice Ringer's eyes as he smirks back. "I have no bullets."
That just makes Di Roy's grin wider. "We're gonna be great friends, I think."
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:02 am (UTC)Be held responsible~? (<.< MS verse?)
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:39 am (UTC)Elec and Metal, "I hate this"
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:53 am (UTC)"I love it."
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:15 am (UTC)Heee...EC Rock/Forte, "some bellydancer girl"
[/INSIDE JOKE]
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Date: 2007-01-12 06:44 am (UTC)IkkakuNemu - coming through windows
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:01 am (UTC)There's a ripple of reiatsu catches her attention, carefully cloaked and obvious to her because she knows it so well. Nemu slides open her window and is ready to ask Madarame to leave but he's already hoisting himself onto the sill, taking a seat and brushing her hair back to caress the darkening bruise on her face.
Softly he asks- as if he doesn't know what happened to her, as if it didn't happen -"Have you ever heard of this one human story? 'S called Peter Pan..."
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:17 am (UTC)Um...another one? (If you want to...)
seven, eight, nine
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Date: 2007-01-12 07:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-12 08:14 am (UTC)It is, however, a shock when Kensei comes up to him looking annoyed.
"Don't lie." He says a little brusquely. "That new lieutenant you promoted, you were checkin' him out, weren't you?"
At first Shinji doesn't know what to say. Yes, he was checking the man out, but that was because after the promotion Shinji had asked him where he bought the pants he was wearing and not because there was anything particularly attractive about him. However he answers with, "Are you upset about it?"
This time it's Kensei that doesn't know what to say and his mouth moves with no sound to accompany it. Finally he clicks his mouth shut, looks away, looks at Shinji, rubs at his face, turns and walks away.
Alone, Shinji slumps in his seat. He wonders if he had forced the issue a little too much.
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Date: 2007-01-12 08:16 am (UTC)Um, how about my other predictable pairing... Shunsui/Jyuushirou, can't get enough
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Date: 2007-01-13 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:35 am (UTC)But what can he trust if the one person that taught him all that was wrong?
He comes here every day and just stares at the grave of the person Hisagi doesn't know. Not the name, not the gender, not even when they died. All he knows is that they were once important to Tousen-taichou but not enough to keep him there. He doesn't know what to say to the grave or the memory of the person and so every day he comes and just stares at the things he can't see and can't put into words.
There's just empty in Hisagi and just his breath whistling inside.
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Date: 2007-01-13 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 01:43 am (UTC)Gin, Shinsou - partners in crime
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Date: 2007-01-13 02:36 am (UTC)If you're getting sick of me, just tell me to shut up XD
Rock/Metal, "do you remember"
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Date: 2007-01-13 02:45 am (UTC)Rock slides back the glass doors, staying inside even as he says, "Metal, you should-"
"Do you remember?" The Robot Master asks quietly. "When we fought all those years ago?"
"....yeah. I do."
"I'm sorry for it."
Rock smiles sadly at Metal's back. "I know. I forgive you."
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Date: 2007-01-13 02:51 am (UTC)Elec/Metal, "it sounds like"
We should try to collab again sometime TT
Metal: You suck too much. Who'd want to with you?
.... *bursts into tears*
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