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[thewhiteking]

Title: King & Princess Of The Tower
Characters: 'Shirosaki', Yachiru, Tatsuki, Ikkaku
Locale: The tower, 'Shirosaki's' cell.
Timeframe: Evening
What: Yachiru sneaks up to say hello to her friend again.
Rating/Warning: Shirosaki. Violence. Ikkaku.

It was a pleasant day outside,

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[thewhiteking]

As someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from his intended prey, the pale boy growled in anger, quickly regaining his balance and whipping his head up to stare at the new person, eyes wide and crazy, teeth bared in a snarl. Who DARED to interfere?
A bald man. Stopping him from his prey. Oh no - he did not like that. Not at all.
That bastard was paying for this.

“The king will leave his throne, fool.”

He said, voice full of anger, but the next-to animalistic growl was replaced in a smirk again and he studied the man, gaze planning, cunning. Dangerous.
A frown appeared on his face, very similar to what his proclaimed ‘mirror’ used to wear, and he took a step backwards, leaning on the back of his right foot. Waiting.

[kenchans_girl]

They kept telling her to leave, they being the guards and not Kingy, but Yachiru was rooted to the spot. She wasn't scared, as she had seen Ken-chan fight far too many times to see anything wrong with the brutality taking place before her. Instead, she started swinging her own fists, trying to keep quiet as she watched in wide-eyed delight.

She loved fighting, and the two guards deserved to have their blood painting the floor after all the mean things they'd done. THey'd locked up Kingy and Ken-chan, and they kept ruining her fun! Kingy would make them pay!

[dontmess]

Tatsuki was far less than amused; in fact she'd made the critical jump from confused yet irritable to pissed and done. Her head felt horrible, which was only to be expected, but it wasn't such a hindrance yet with adrenaline on her side as she easily stepped around Yachiru's attacks, gaze meeting Ikkaku's briefly before her eyes locked on the white one.

"The king isn't going anywhere," and she meant that in both ways, though she didn't feel the need to clarify. "Yachiru, stop this now!" Shaking her head, she added, "He's using you to get out."

"She picked the lock; I didn't see it until--" she cut herself off, feeling angry at being caught like this, in between some crazy guy and a supposedly not crazy little girl--though she would have this looked into if she had her way.

So, two on two now and not really since one was a child; they'd just need to focus on him probably...getting him back into his room. Tatsuki took a step forward. "Well?" she arched a brow at Ikkaku as if to say: your move.

[not_just_bald]

Ikkaku's gaze landed on Yachiru for only a moment, but his mind remained on her for a few moments longer. Damn it, that girl...she was important to Kenpachi. He'd almost grown to like her vicious attitude, her power hidden beneath the illusion of age. He didn't like the way she'd been treated, taken for a fool. He wanted her gone

[thewhiteking]

The pale boy waited, eyes still wide and crazy but otherwise with a rather bored expression in his face. Their pleas to the princess were amusing - he had wrapped her pretty good around his finger. She wouldn’t leave him. He was her friend after all.

Still awaiting the new piece to move, he smirked slightly as the bald man took out a baton stick and then attacked. Since the nameless one was already leaning to the back of his feet while waiting for Ikkaku to take the offense, he simply tipped backwards and fell to the floor just as the security guard struck, effectively avoiding the baton strike.
There would be no busting open his head with that thing, that was for sure. These people were still underestimating him and that was pissing the crazy king off.

After dropping to the ground, he rolled up to his feet again so that he came behind Ikkaku. Having no weapon - for throwing something in the back of that shiny head would have been perfect - he aimed a kick at him instead.

Fool.