Bending over the neatly-packed boxed meal that he'd asked the kitchen servants at the Kuchiki Estate to prepare for the occasion, Renji checked the knot on the dark blue silk
furoshiki again. He'd already tied and re-tied the knot a dozen times using clumsy fingers that shook slightly with nerves, but it gave him something to do and kept his hands
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The moment Renji saw her, all of his doubt and misgivings slipped away. The butterflies in his stomach vanished, and he forgot about being nervous. All that was left was a gripping sense of certainty. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. There had never been anyone else, not even during those long painful years when misunderstanding and their own stubbornness kept them apart. The only thing he needed-the only thing he'd ever wanted-was her. It had always been her. And now that he had her, he wasn't about to let her slip through his fingers. Not if he could help it.
For a moment he just stared, drinking in the sight of her standing there waiting for him, before giving himself a sharp mental shake to bring his mind back to business.
"Hey." He lifted the furoshiki that carried their carefully-packed meal by the knot and crossed the room to meet her in long, quick strides. "You ready to go?"
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Her voice was surprisingly steady, despite her heart racing for what would come eventually. She didn't really know where he was taking her, but she was sure it would be wonderful. He somehow always knew what she was looking for, no matter what the situation was. Renji was hotheaded, stubborn, stupid and arrogant, but he was hers, and that was all that mattered to her at that point.
Daisy bouncing back and forth between them only made her smile brightly. It seemed even the dog knew something was up today.
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He just hoped she'd say yes.
Glancing at the woman in question, he felt his expression soften at the sight of her smiling as she watched Daisy. It made him glad to see that she could still smile in spite of Aizen and the war they all knew was coming. But he didn't want to think about Aizen or those bastards Ichimaru and Tōsen right now. Not today.
Dismissing the ex-captains from his thoughts, he shifted their meal from one hand to the other and offered Rukia his free hand, lifting his eyebrows questioningly.
"Aren't you going to ask where we're going?"
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