It had been a wonderfully horrible week, but Shuuhei was not self-centered enough to think he had been the only one to feel it. Everything seemed to be going wrong all over again, his talk with Renji only confirming it. Kensei had been a disaster, the mess up with Hitsugaya...he could only imagine what was going to happen next. It was like watching dominos being set up and knocked over, falling so fast that he could barely keep track of where they were going to hit next. In his mind, however, it all lead down to one thing
( ... )
A part of her almost hoped that he would be out, though another had hoped he would be in. Details had not exactly been forthcoming, and Shuuhei seemed to know at least something more than what his Hell Butterfly had said, or at least he had said that he could answer any questions that people had. Yet, whether Rangiku actually wanted to know what he had to tell was another issue all together. No, though, she did, especially since it was concerning her Captain.
Even as he spoke, telling her to enter, she paused for a moment. A hand pushed through her hair, before she slipped in and closed the door behind her. Her eyes darted around, though he was the only one in there, which wasn't that surprising given the time of day. Although he probably wasn't quite as lax as Rangiku, who had been holding down the 10th while her captain was sick, she knew that he wasn't a slave drive either. Still standing where she had entered, Rangiku's gaze drifted to him.
"So, you said if anyone had any questions," Rangiku stated softly.
He had been answering questions to visitors with a need to know. Even though he only sent out the message to Captains and Vice-Captains, gossip around Seireitei spread faster than Shunpo could send it. Details were far and few in between amongst those of lower ranks, but people knew that the Ninth Division had issued the arrest. Thankfully most had been members of the Tenth wanting to know what happened to their Captain, so it should have been predictable that Rangiku would stop by
( ... )
She was a woman who was carefree enough in her day to day life, so much so that some people who had never seen the other side of her, probably even doubted that a serious side existed. It did, but it was the type of thing that Rangiku only really showed when the situation warranted it. Even in the midst of battle, she could still be slightly cocky and seemingly not serious, though this too was just a ploy, a facet of her personality, for when people were riled up, they made mistakes, and she was smart enough to see a weakness like that and exploit it while the exploiting was good. Yet, on the flip side, she could have that deadly calm and serious side to her that only showed itself when it was really needed. After all, life was too short (despite how long they lived) not to be easy going and have fun while one could
( ... )
With Rangiku on the couch, Shuuhei hobbled over to his desk where he had a pot of warm tea still steaming. Picking up the pot and two cups from a nearby bookshelf, he made his way back over to the couch, taking a seat beside her that was not so close to be invasive, but close enough to try and be friendly as well. What happened may break her trust in him, but he did not want her to hate him over it, either. Setting the cups down, Shuuhei began to fill hers
( ... )
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Even as he spoke, telling her to enter, she paused for a moment. A hand pushed through her hair, before she slipped in and closed the door behind her. Her eyes darted around, though he was the only one in there, which wasn't that surprising given the time of day. Although he probably wasn't quite as lax as Rangiku, who had been holding down the 10th while her captain was sick, she knew that he wasn't a slave drive either. Still standing where she had entered, Rangiku's gaze drifted to him.
"So, you said if anyone had any questions," Rangiku stated softly.
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