I'll Eat You Up
Characters: Mashiro
When: Sometime during her sleep
Where: Dream land The Inner World
What: It's time to have a conversation
Rating:
In the recent nights, sleep had not come easy to Mashiro. She tossed this way and turned that. Her naps had not been comforting, either, leaving her tired when night came but without rest. Of course she slept, but she never felt satisfied from it. For seconds or short minutes in which she couldn't remember she would wake up, roll over, fiddle with her pillow or blanket, and fall back asleep. The state was more of a semi-subconscious one, as she wiggled at every little sound in the house. The wind upon the walls or a creak of someone making a midnight trip to the bathroom as they stepped upon the wood caused her to stir.
It was very unsettling and driving the poor girl mad.
But tonight she rested well. Miss Kuna had fallen asleep with little problem, finally, and had not woken to anything. Not yet, at least. And within her mind a dream began to form until she realized it wasn't a dream at all, but that special place where she and her Zanpakutou spirit could share their bond. Fields rolled on for miles and a sun so bright and yellow shone down on the Vaizard as she sat up. It felt like the perfect spring day and Mashiro smiled. Yellow daisies were growing out of the green grass and way off in the distance was a pool of water for if, somehow, it got too hot. In the past when she was bored she had taken a trip around while conversing with her spirit, the tiny creature leading the way in leaps and bounds.
At the moment, Mashiro could not see the little thing and quickly she stood for fear of having been laying on it. There was a soft laugh, from a very adult voice that had the undertone of someone who had been very stern for a long time. Turning around, the Vaizard found her Zanpakutou sitting on a sunbathed rock looking up at her. Kneeling, Mashiro sighed and looked the grasshopper right in the face.
"Did I come here on purpose?" asked Mashiro as she held out her arm for the green lady. Again, another laugh from that matured voice. With a hop the grasshopper was upon Mashiro's arm, walking up to her shoulder and settling just over the bone where it turned into an arm.
"No, I needed to speak with you, Kuna," said the insect. "All hasn't been well, you know that, yet you have been to see me. Why is this? You know I am here to comfort you." While the voice sounded kind, Mashiro knew she was being scolded underneath all that was being said. She sighed softly and sat back on her rear, hands holding her up as she got comfortable.
"It's Kensei," she replied. "I know it's been only a few days, but I miss him." Her brown eyes took on a look of sorrow as she talked about it. "I can't go and visit him everyday because he has things to do! Even with Ren-kun being his captain, I doubt that would go over very well." The whine she sometimes carried had begun to pick up, but she had yet to break out into her usual wail.
"Are you not satisfied being his friend and supporting him from the sidelines?" asked the grasshopper. "Is it not enough to let Kensei-san know you are there for him when he needs you? Is it not enough to be apart of these people again? I had thought that was what you wanted. You cannot be fickle in these times."
"I'm noooot!" cried Mashiro as she put a hand over the insect while laying back in the grass. Her hair seemed to fit in perfectly with the blades behind it, the sun washing over her face. "I just. . .I dunno. I want to do something to. I thought I didn't, I really didn't think it mattered! I'm happy for Kensei, but I'm just. . ." she trailed off, but her spirit knew her well and picked up on her tone.
"Jealous?"
Mashiro nodded slowly as her eyes closed to shy away from the sun.
"Kuna, you said when you arrived that it didn't matter what happened as long as you were here. I've been through some terrible times with you, this is not one of them. This is you being a child. I believe you should come to the realization that not everything is going to come to you because you want it." Under her legs the creature could feel her master take in a sharp breath as her chest rose and fell under her shihakkushou.
"I am not being a child! I know you don't get everything you want just by saying so! What do you think we were doing the last one hundred years? Playing pretend?"
"Don't get angry with me because you have been fooli-she's here. You should go."
"I dunno, I think she should stay. . ."
Neither spirits within Mashiro had ever been on the best turf, but Mashiro made the best of it when she could. Her Zanpakutou was mature and wise, she gave brilliant advice and knew how to talk sense into her master when others, including Kensei, could not. However, there were clouds stirring in the otherwise beautiful sky as the spirit of her Hollow approached. Mashiro sat up to look at her reflection before laying down once more, not in the mood to argue or stop the fight between the two that she knew would occur sooner or later.
"Not so happy now that Kensei is gone?" asked the Hollow. Mashiro rolled her brown eyes but nodded, the gold orbs of her demonic self flashing as she smirked and came to sit. She was civil, unlike others. Perhaps it was the reason why Mashiro required no training in the first place when she had been giving this "gift." the others probably battled for dominance, but Mashiro and her Hollow created an agreement the moment they had met. All was well--most days.
"So your boyfriend decided to leave you for another man, huh? That's a shame. I always thought you were the prettier one."
"How many times do I have to tell you!" cried Mashiro. "He's my captain, not my boyfriend."
"He's no longer your captain, Kuna."
The Vaizard gave a great sigh and put the grasshopper on the ground behind her before rolling over. As if she could escape the two, though she could not, she put an arm over her head. "I don't want to talk about him."
"Of course not. You just want to pretend everything is fine and dandy like usual. We see you make that sad face, lady friend. It's beautiful, but it doesn't help anyone. Let me make it better." At her words, the Hollow ran her fingers through Mashiro's hair, but she was bat away.
"I'm fine! I'm happy for Kensei!"
"Then, if you say so, perhaps it's Lisa? You don't want her to go?"
"I don't want anyone to go, okay? I wanna find Shinji and Hacchin and I want to bring Love and Hiyorin back!"
"You know we can't do that."
"She's right, for once. Kuna, you need to move on. I know you say you have, but I don't believe you." The insect bounced over her shoulder and stood on the grass to be placed before Mashiro's face. "It's time to take a deep breath and realize that good things come to those who wait. Maybe Lisa will return to Seireitei after she vents and finds comfort with herself again. Maybe someone will enlist you to their division. Or maybe you'll find some sort of happiness for yourself. Whatever it is, you cannot lay around like this."
Sighing, the Vaizard blinked at her Zanpakutou's spirit before glancing back at her Hollow who smiled cheekily.
"I bet the sun's come up by now," said the dark eyed Hollow on her right. Gently her hands reached out to touch Mashiro's face before she helped her sit up. "It's time for you to go do something good and show them we're not all as horrible as they say." Grinning, she leaned in and kissed Mashiro on the forehead. Within a matter of a blink she was gone from her Inner World and laying sideways on her futon splayed on the floor. The sheets were thrown and she had not even been sleeping appropriately.
Mashiro felt better than she had in days. Her spirits always were the weirdest things and made quite a pair, but the knew what to say and how to make her happier and lively again.
"Guess I gotta get going," she mused from where she had half pushed herself up. Green hair hung in her face, unrestrained by her sunglasses, and swept against her cheek. "Maybe I'll see if Rose wants to do anything." She remembered how she had hurt his feelings some days before. So, climbing to her feet and getting ready for the day, Mashiro wandered around the estate making breakfast and enjoying it thoroughly. Instead of seeing Rose, however, she decided to go outside where she found the perfect tree for a swing.
When: Sometime during her sleep
Where: Dream land The Inner World
What: It's time to have a conversation
Rating:
In the recent nights, sleep had not come easy to Mashiro. She tossed this way and turned that. Her naps had not been comforting, either, leaving her tired when night came but without rest. Of course she slept, but she never felt satisfied from it. For seconds or short minutes in which she couldn't remember she would wake up, roll over, fiddle with her pillow or blanket, and fall back asleep. The state was more of a semi-subconscious one, as she wiggled at every little sound in the house. The wind upon the walls or a creak of someone making a midnight trip to the bathroom as they stepped upon the wood caused her to stir.
It was very unsettling and driving the poor girl mad.
But tonight she rested well. Miss Kuna had fallen asleep with little problem, finally, and had not woken to anything. Not yet, at least. And within her mind a dream began to form until she realized it wasn't a dream at all, but that special place where she and her Zanpakutou spirit could share their bond. Fields rolled on for miles and a sun so bright and yellow shone down on the Vaizard as she sat up. It felt like the perfect spring day and Mashiro smiled. Yellow daisies were growing out of the green grass and way off in the distance was a pool of water for if, somehow, it got too hot. In the past when she was bored she had taken a trip around while conversing with her spirit, the tiny creature leading the way in leaps and bounds.
At the moment, Mashiro could not see the little thing and quickly she stood for fear of having been laying on it. There was a soft laugh, from a very adult voice that had the undertone of someone who had been very stern for a long time. Turning around, the Vaizard found her Zanpakutou sitting on a sunbathed rock looking up at her. Kneeling, Mashiro sighed and looked the grasshopper right in the face.
"Did I come here on purpose?" asked Mashiro as she held out her arm for the green lady. Again, another laugh from that matured voice. With a hop the grasshopper was upon Mashiro's arm, walking up to her shoulder and settling just over the bone where it turned into an arm.
"No, I needed to speak with you, Kuna," said the insect. "All hasn't been well, you know that, yet you have been to see me. Why is this? You know I am here to comfort you." While the voice sounded kind, Mashiro knew she was being scolded underneath all that was being said. She sighed softly and sat back on her rear, hands holding her up as she got comfortable.
"It's Kensei," she replied. "I know it's been only a few days, but I miss him." Her brown eyes took on a look of sorrow as she talked about it. "I can't go and visit him everyday because he has things to do! Even with Ren-kun being his captain, I doubt that would go over very well." The whine she sometimes carried had begun to pick up, but she had yet to break out into her usual wail.
"Are you not satisfied being his friend and supporting him from the sidelines?" asked the grasshopper. "Is it not enough to let Kensei-san know you are there for him when he needs you? Is it not enough to be apart of these people again? I had thought that was what you wanted. You cannot be fickle in these times."
"I'm noooot!" cried Mashiro as she put a hand over the insect while laying back in the grass. Her hair seemed to fit in perfectly with the blades behind it, the sun washing over her face. "I just. . .I dunno. I want to do something to. I thought I didn't, I really didn't think it mattered! I'm happy for Kensei, but I'm just. . ." she trailed off, but her spirit knew her well and picked up on her tone.
"Jealous?"
Mashiro nodded slowly as her eyes closed to shy away from the sun.
"Kuna, you said when you arrived that it didn't matter what happened as long as you were here. I've been through some terrible times with you, this is not one of them. This is you being a child. I believe you should come to the realization that not everything is going to come to you because you want it." Under her legs the creature could feel her master take in a sharp breath as her chest rose and fell under her shihakkushou.
"I am not being a child! I know you don't get everything you want just by saying so! What do you think we were doing the last one hundred years? Playing pretend?"
"Don't get angry with me because you have been fooli-she's here. You should go."
"I dunno, I think she should stay. . ."
Neither spirits within Mashiro had ever been on the best turf, but Mashiro made the best of it when she could. Her Zanpakutou was mature and wise, she gave brilliant advice and knew how to talk sense into her master when others, including Kensei, could not. However, there were clouds stirring in the otherwise beautiful sky as the spirit of her Hollow approached. Mashiro sat up to look at her reflection before laying down once more, not in the mood to argue or stop the fight between the two that she knew would occur sooner or later.
"Not so happy now that Kensei is gone?" asked the Hollow. Mashiro rolled her brown eyes but nodded, the gold orbs of her demonic self flashing as she smirked and came to sit. She was civil, unlike others. Perhaps it was the reason why Mashiro required no training in the first place when she had been giving this "gift." the others probably battled for dominance, but Mashiro and her Hollow created an agreement the moment they had met. All was well--most days.
"So your boyfriend decided to leave you for another man, huh? That's a shame. I always thought you were the prettier one."
"How many times do I have to tell you!" cried Mashiro. "He's my captain, not my boyfriend."
"He's no longer your captain, Kuna."
The Vaizard gave a great sigh and put the grasshopper on the ground behind her before rolling over. As if she could escape the two, though she could not, she put an arm over her head. "I don't want to talk about him."
"Of course not. You just want to pretend everything is fine and dandy like usual. We see you make that sad face, lady friend. It's beautiful, but it doesn't help anyone. Let me make it better." At her words, the Hollow ran her fingers through Mashiro's hair, but she was bat away.
"I'm fine! I'm happy for Kensei!"
"Then, if you say so, perhaps it's Lisa? You don't want her to go?"
"I don't want anyone to go, okay? I wanna find Shinji and Hacchin and I want to bring Love and Hiyorin back!"
"You know we can't do that."
"She's right, for once. Kuna, you need to move on. I know you say you have, but I don't believe you." The insect bounced over her shoulder and stood on the grass to be placed before Mashiro's face. "It's time to take a deep breath and realize that good things come to those who wait. Maybe Lisa will return to Seireitei after she vents and finds comfort with herself again. Maybe someone will enlist you to their division. Or maybe you'll find some sort of happiness for yourself. Whatever it is, you cannot lay around like this."
Sighing, the Vaizard blinked at her Zanpakutou's spirit before glancing back at her Hollow who smiled cheekily.
"I bet the sun's come up by now," said the dark eyed Hollow on her right. Gently her hands reached out to touch Mashiro's face before she helped her sit up. "It's time for you to go do something good and show them we're not all as horrible as they say." Grinning, she leaned in and kissed Mashiro on the forehead. Within a matter of a blink she was gone from her Inner World and laying sideways on her futon splayed on the floor. The sheets were thrown and she had not even been sleeping appropriately.
Mashiro felt better than she had in days. Her spirits always were the weirdest things and made quite a pair, but the knew what to say and how to make her happier and lively again.
"Guess I gotta get going," she mused from where she had half pushed herself up. Green hair hung in her face, unrestrained by her sunglasses, and swept against her cheek. "Maybe I'll see if Rose wants to do anything." She remembered how she had hurt his feelings some days before. So, climbing to her feet and getting ready for the day, Mashiro wandered around the estate making breakfast and enjoying it thoroughly. Instead of seeing Rose, however, she decided to go outside where she found the perfect tree for a swing.