So here's Pt. 2 of the Role-Play. >> Well, it's not in parts, but I thought it would be a bit easier. >>
[Yuff]
The S T R A Y dog in me is dyed into my bones...
... all I ever do is H O W L at the stars...
... I ain't got the guts to J U M P at 'em.
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Honest to God, Renji knew he probably wasn't supposed to be in here.
That said, he didn't think moving was going to be an option any time soon. He'd stressed his weak limbs far too much, far too quickly... and now he couldn't even stand without his knees buckling and throwing him back to the ground. Even attempting to pull himself up with a wall was utter agony on his arms and shoulders, and the red-head simply slid back down to the floor -- a low groan of pain escaping his lips.
s**t.
Of all the damn rooms in this house, he'd tumbled into this one... and of all the rooms, this one had been where his body had chosen to crumple underneath him. Renji thumped a balled fist against the floor, a low growl of irritation exploding from his lips. He was stuck. StuckStuckStuck. Hisana regarded his distress with the same sorrowful look, and Renji blinked back at her with a small smile.
"Guess I look right stupid, eh?" He raked his hands through his fiery mane of crimson hair, pale skin contrasting with the silky strands. His ponytail was ruined by now, another fact that only served to agitate him. If Kuchiki-taichou suddenly burst in here, what would he see? Renji, looking like a vunerable mess, slumped against one of the walls and talking to a photo of Hisana. "... yeah, right stupid. At least he's not he--"
...
Footsteps.
Byakuya always had a distinct way of walking, the tread was easy enough for Renji's ears to determine. To the eyes, it was more of a float than a walk -- some goddess of grace seeming to select 'Kuya as her favored being. The the ears, it was far more subtle... harder on the toes and light on the heels, which made for a nearly silent glide...
Yeah, there was no mistaking it.
Renji couldn't help but chuckle low in his throat, full well realizing his goose was cooked. The door was still half-open, and his muscles showed no sign of being able to bear his weight without aid... there was nothing he could do. Trapped like a mouse, and the cat was fast approaching. Dammit, he hoped Byakuya wasn't too touchy about this place...
The red-head leaned his head back on the wall, eyes open and focused on the ceiling. It was just a matter of time...
And quite frankly, he felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
Honest to God, Renji knew he probably wasn't supposed to be in here.
That said, he didn't think moving was going to be an option any time soon. He'd stressed his weak limbs far too much, far too quickly... and now he couldn't even stand without his knees buckling and throwing him back to the ground. Even attempting to pull himself up with a wall was utter agony on his arms and shoulders, and the red-head simply slid back down to the floor -- a low groan of pain escaping his lips.
s**t.
Of all the damn rooms in this house, he'd tumbled into this one... and of all the rooms, this one had been where his body had chosen to crumple underneath him. Renji thumped a balled fist against the floor, a low growl of irritation exploding from his lips. He was stuck. StuckStuckStuck. Hisana regarded his distress with the same sorrowful look, and Renji blinked back at her with a small smile.
"Guess I look right stupid, eh?" He raked his hands through his fiery mane of crimson hair, pale skin contrasting with the silky strands. His ponytail was ruined by now, another fact that only served to agitate him. If Kuchiki-taichou suddenly burst in here, what would he see? Renji, looking like a vunerable mess, slumped against one of the walls and talking to a photo of Hisana. "... yeah, right stupid. At least he's not he--"
...
Footsteps.
Byakuya always had a distinct way of walking, the tread was easy enough for Renji's ears to determine. To the eyes, it was more of a float than a walk -- some goddess of grace seeming to select 'Kuya as her favored being. The the ears, it was far more subtle... harder on the toes and light on the heels, which made for a nearly silent glide...
Yeah, there was no mistaking it.
Renji couldn't help but chuckle low in his throat, full well realizing his goose was cooked. The door was still half-open, and his muscles showed no sign of being able to bear his weight without aid... there was nothing he could do. Trapped like a mouse, and the cat was fast approaching. Dammit, he hoped Byakuya wasn't too touchy about this place...
The red-head leaned his head back on the wall, eyes open and focused on the ceiling. It was just a matter of time...
And quite frankly, he felt like a little kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
`Vincent-Valentine`
♫ K U C H I K I
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Byakuya ♪
•••
Byakuya ♪
» You don't like being second...
A slight sigh could be heard from the man. He could feel the weak spirit energy... Coming from the one room that he forbid anyone to enter.
Hisana's Shrine...
Quickening his pace, he could see the sliding door ajar. You could hear the rasping of the door as it was forced to move farther open, shaking from the sudden touch. There... A mess upon the floor. It seemed his muscles wouldn't give in to his commands. It seemed as though he just sat there, hair a mess... Speaking... To whom? Hisana? That would have brought a chuckle to his lips, but it didn't. No one was to be in here... Even the servants shivered whenever they passed by. The curiosity of stepping into the room and checking why it was such a big deal to even set eyes upon it.
It was just that... It was the only place he could have his own peace and quiet. The only time he could speak to her, but only to receive no words of advise. Every time he spoke... He could feel a small sensation running through his body. As if telling him what to do for his part, what to say... To him... It was just merely nothing, but to others... They would have thought that Hisana was actually speaking right back to him. It made him sound a bit crazy if he went with them. He knew she couldn't speak back. All she was was a mere picture, trapped within a frame, keeping her in place. He weak smile... Her weak gesture. Though she kept it together to look graceful.
He didn't know what to say. What was there to say? He couldn't do any further to the man. He was injured and even he wasn't that heartless to go off and attack and injured man that did no harm. Would he have attacked Renji for invading such a room? He couldn't... He wouldn't... Even Hisana wouldn't allow him to do such a thing... He wouldn't allow himself to do such a thing... Anyways... How can you when you have feelings towards the man who had invaded such a quiet sanctum.
He couldn't say anything. Every time he let his mouth open for words to spill out... Nothing came. He couldn't speak... He didn't know what to say... All he did was just stand there, but soon... He left his post and strolled over besides the red-head. He kept his hands to his sides, a lost look upon his face. It was like... He wasn't there any longer. Off in his own world. Though... What world was there else to go? The only place he had... Was here... The only place he was welcomed and not feared...
Hisana's Shrine..
Hisana's Shrine...
Quickening his pace, he could see the sliding door ajar. You could hear the rasping of the door as it was forced to move farther open, shaking from the sudden touch. There... A mess upon the floor. It seemed his muscles wouldn't give in to his commands. It seemed as though he just sat there, hair a mess... Speaking... To whom? Hisana? That would have brought a chuckle to his lips, but it didn't. No one was to be in here... Even the servants shivered whenever they passed by. The curiosity of stepping into the room and checking why it was such a big deal to even set eyes upon it.
It was just that... It was the only place he could have his own peace and quiet. The only time he could speak to her, but only to receive no words of advise. Every time he spoke... He could feel a small sensation running through his body. As if telling him what to do for his part, what to say... To him... It was just merely nothing, but to others... They would have thought that Hisana was actually speaking right back to him. It made him sound a bit crazy if he went with them. He knew she couldn't speak back. All she was was a mere picture, trapped within a frame, keeping her in place. He weak smile... Her weak gesture. Though she kept it together to look graceful.
He didn't know what to say. What was there to say? He couldn't do any further to the man. He was injured and even he wasn't that heartless to go off and attack and injured man that did no harm. Would he have attacked Renji for invading such a room? He couldn't... He wouldn't... Even Hisana wouldn't allow him to do such a thing... He wouldn't allow himself to do such a thing... Anyways... How can you when you have feelings towards the man who had invaded such a quiet sanctum.
He couldn't say anything. Every time he let his mouth open for words to spill out... Nothing came. He couldn't speak... He didn't know what to say... All he did was just stand there, but soon... He left his post and strolled over besides the red-head. He kept his hands to his sides, a lost look upon his face. It was like... He wasn't there any longer. Off in his own world. Though... What world was there else to go? The only place he had... Was here... The only place he was welcomed and not feared...
Hisana's Shrine..
... I don't like being wrong «
[Yuff]
The S T R A Y dog in me is dyed into my bones...
... all I ever do is H O W L at the stars...
... I ain't got the guts to J U M P at 'em.
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'I'm sorry. I fell. I couldn't get up, I didn't mean to intrude...'
The apology bloomed on his lips, Renji glancing up to do a bit of groveling. Byakuya had moved over to him and then gone completely still, not even a word of anger or a gesture of violence. Renji assumed the man was speechless at the insubordination -- he expected anger to be written acutely across those pale features. Anger? He could handle that. It was just a matter of tucking your head down low and apologizing, for every storm eventually blew over.
But it... wasn't rage...
It was an entirely different animal altogether, and one that was all-too-happy to leap straight for Renji's chest and attempt to rip out his heart. There was a lost-child sort of pain on Byakuya's features, the normally aloof gray eyes appearing as they were seeing something far past this room... with such an acute vision, the perception of phantoms that were more solid than the surrounding reality.
Renji had to look away or risk flinching, feeling as if he'd just been struck... and it occured to him that you could be over someone without really being over them. Right? A wife... honestly, how the hell do you loose such a hold over someone's heart? Was it even right to try? Would his... own strength ever be enough for something like that...?
His shoulders were trembling now, and while he'd verbally blame it on the effects of the drugs... it wasn't that. It was the realization of a raw fear that he'd never be good enough, that Hisana had taken away a part of Byakuya, still clung to it jealously after death. 'I am happy here, but... I could be happier elsewhere?'
His heart wrenched sharply in his chest at the very thought, swearing that if 'Kuya's next action was to turn that look upon him... he'd surely fall upon his own sword for the heartbreak. Formality seemed stupid and childish in such a situation -- Renji turning to grip Byakuya's knees in a firm bear hug, forehead resting against the Kuchiki's thigh. It was the only hold he could get in such a position, weak and drained. He was trembling at a fairly steady rate, the lump in his throat threatening to let loose a small sob...
The lieutenant held on with all he had, deathly afraid that Byakuya's eyes would pull the rest of him into that phantom-world that he was seeing... that he'd hang on too loosely and the raven-haired man would just wrench from his grasp, be lost to him forever. 'Dammit, don't make me compete against her memory... 'Kuya, how would I ever stand a chance...? You'll kill me, honest to God...'
"I'm sorry..." Renji breathed into the man's white haori, fingertips pressing bluntly into his taichou's knees. "... forgive m-me, I shouldn't... have... I..."
'I'm sorry. I fell. I couldn't get up, I didn't mean to intrude...'
The apology bloomed on his lips, Renji glancing up to do a bit of groveling. Byakuya had moved over to him and then gone completely still, not even a word of anger or a gesture of violence. Renji assumed the man was speechless at the insubordination -- he expected anger to be written acutely across those pale features. Anger? He could handle that. It was just a matter of tucking your head down low and apologizing, for every storm eventually blew over.
But it... wasn't rage...
It was an entirely different animal altogether, and one that was all-too-happy to leap straight for Renji's chest and attempt to rip out his heart. There was a lost-child sort of pain on Byakuya's features, the normally aloof gray eyes appearing as they were seeing something far past this room... with such an acute vision, the perception of phantoms that were more solid than the surrounding reality.
Renji had to look away or risk flinching, feeling as if he'd just been struck... and it occured to him that you could be over someone without really being over them. Right? A wife... honestly, how the hell do you loose such a hold over someone's heart? Was it even right to try? Would his... own strength ever be enough for something like that...?
His shoulders were trembling now, and while he'd verbally blame it on the effects of the drugs... it wasn't that. It was the realization of a raw fear that he'd never be good enough, that Hisana had taken away a part of Byakuya, still clung to it jealously after death. 'I am happy here, but... I could be happier elsewhere?'
His heart wrenched sharply in his chest at the very thought, swearing that if 'Kuya's next action was to turn that look upon him... he'd surely fall upon his own sword for the heartbreak. Formality seemed stupid and childish in such a situation -- Renji turning to grip Byakuya's knees in a firm bear hug, forehead resting against the Kuchiki's thigh. It was the only hold he could get in such a position, weak and drained. He was trembling at a fairly steady rate, the lump in his throat threatening to let loose a small sob...
The lieutenant held on with all he had, deathly afraid that Byakuya's eyes would pull the rest of him into that phantom-world that he was seeing... that he'd hang on too loosely and the raven-haired man would just wrench from his grasp, be lost to him forever. 'Dammit, don't make me compete against her memory... 'Kuya, how would I ever stand a chance...? You'll kill me, honest to God...'
"I'm sorry..." Renji breathed into the man's white haori, fingertips pressing bluntly into his taichou's knees. "... forgive m-me, I shouldn't... have... I..."
`Vincent-Valentine`
♫ K U C H I K I
•••
Byakuya ♪
•••
Byakuya ♪
» You don't like being second...
He couldn't take it any longer. His knees grew weak from the touch of the red-head. He couldn't take it... His knees gave in, making him sit, his knees underneath him, legs moved a bit apart from each other. The Abarai's touch made him weak, made him snap out of his thoughts. Slowly... The thoughts of his dead wife slowly weakened from his grasp. She was gone and he couldn't do anything. He had Renji... He had to stop thinking of her... Every time he walked inside of this God forsaken shrine... The memories of her flooded back through his mind.
The red-head's words echoed throughout his head. He didn't care about that anymore. Invading his shrine was way past him now. He turned slightly, a soft look in his eyes. Sad... Lost... Though... Hidden among those two emotions... He was a tad bit glad. Slowly he snaked his arms around the man, resting his forehead with his own. There were no choice words could say what he actually wanted to say, to speak... His lips grew dry, he sighed softly to himself as he released his hold on the man. Cupping his chin with his hand, he brushed away strands of hair from his face.
A weak smile curled onto his lips. What was there to say? Nothing... He couldn't speak... So... The only thing he could do... His face pulled closer to the Abarai's as he drew one last breath. Warm, soft lips met the hotheaded shinigami's. It was a cool kiss, passionate. All he needed to say. He wanted to forget... Forget the time he had been with her. It only pained him. He wanted that pain to subside... To leave for good. He didn't want Renji to feel like he was competing... Now... There was nothing to compete with. Only... If he made it harder upon himself. The only competition there was...
Help me... Help me forget. Flood my memories... With nothing of her... Rid her of me... Remove the pain... Will you... Help me?
The red-head's words echoed throughout his head. He didn't care about that anymore. Invading his shrine was way past him now. He turned slightly, a soft look in his eyes. Sad... Lost... Though... Hidden among those two emotions... He was a tad bit glad. Slowly he snaked his arms around the man, resting his forehead with his own. There were no choice words could say what he actually wanted to say, to speak... His lips grew dry, he sighed softly to himself as he released his hold on the man. Cupping his chin with his hand, he brushed away strands of hair from his face.
A weak smile curled onto his lips. What was there to say? Nothing... He couldn't speak... So... The only thing he could do... His face pulled closer to the Abarai's as he drew one last breath. Warm, soft lips met the hotheaded shinigami's. It was a cool kiss, passionate. All he needed to say. He wanted to forget... Forget the time he had been with her. It only pained him. He wanted that pain to subside... To leave for good. He didn't want Renji to feel like he was competing... Now... There was nothing to compete with. Only... If he made it harder upon himself. The only competition there was...
Help me... Help me forget. Flood my memories... With nothing of her... Rid her of me... Remove the pain... Will you... Help me?
... I don't like being wrong «
[Yuff]
The S T R A Y dog in me is dyed into my bones...
... all I ever do is H O W L at the stars...
... I ain't got the guts to J U M P at 'em.
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L ii S T 3 N.
Damned if all of this wasn't making him into a blubbery girl.
Renji's grip didn't even waver as Byakuya sank to his knees, the red-head merely shifting his grasp to places more convienient for their new location. One hand snaked around the dark-haired man's back, wrapping a powerful arm around the Kuchiki's torso. And the other hand seemed content to tangle in Byakuya's silken hair, the tendrils flowing over his fingers as Renji clung to the other man like a child afraid of being abandoned.
Steel met fire -- captain locking gazes with his lieutenant.
And it was almost enough to break him down when Renji felt the slow creep of 'Kuya's arms sliding around him, all too eager to just press his forehead against Byakuya's own. His breath caught slightly in his throat, the closest thing this stray would allow himself as a sign of the weird mixture of pain and relief flooding his system. A stray? Feh, he felt more like a pup...
The kiss caught him slightly off guard, too caught up in his thoughts to even register the fact that Byakuya was cupping his chin and leaning close. Renji sucked in a shuddering breath through his nose, near-melting against the elder man. Byakuya was so damn slippery to just hang on to, and Renji's past had taught him that the best of things find a way to wriggle from your grasp...
Such thoughts, perhaps, only served to stoke the peculiar sense of possessive jealously that declared utter war on his nerves. Crimson eyes fluttered shut slowly, body relaxing into the intimate press even if his hands only seemed to want to hold on tighter. Fine. Let them! Every fiber of his body longed to just steal this man away, to growl at any who would dare stray close and even imagine taking him away.
The kiss was passionate, almost bruising -- Renji rocking forward and using his slightly superior height to press his captain firmly against the wall. The red-head was lifted just slightly over the man, one hand moving from the iron grip around his waist to cup the pale skin of Byakuya's cheek. Slender fingers curved just slightly under the man's jawline, feeling the slightly accelerated pulse throbbing under his warm skin...
And Renji was forced to battle, as he always was -- the natural inclination to stake some claim over the man. He supposed it was more youthful passion than any conscious thought, and 'Kuya prolly wouldn't appreciate being visibly marked. But the desire remained -- to rip an article of clothing, to n** at his throat, to leave his lips slightly swollen once he pulled away...
He had to tug back from the kiss just slightly, not trusting his own limits. Soft panting billowed from his lungs, pooling in the small distance that separated their lips... and a slight blush crept across Renji's cheeks, realizing that perhaps he'd gotten a bit carried away? "... Sorry... just..."
'Wanted to make you look at me without thinking of her... wanted to compare, wanted to keep you from ever getting that damned look in your eyes... wanted to drive her away, 'Kuya. Press her completely from you... make you stop coming in her in search of something she'll never give back... that she can't...'
"... sorry."
L ii S T 3 N.
Damned if all of this wasn't making him into a blubbery girl.
Renji's grip didn't even waver as Byakuya sank to his knees, the red-head merely shifting his grasp to places more convienient for their new location. One hand snaked around the dark-haired man's back, wrapping a powerful arm around the Kuchiki's torso. And the other hand seemed content to tangle in Byakuya's silken hair, the tendrils flowing over his fingers as Renji clung to the other man like a child afraid of being abandoned.
Steel met fire -- captain locking gazes with his lieutenant.
And it was almost enough to break him down when Renji felt the slow creep of 'Kuya's arms sliding around him, all too eager to just press his forehead against Byakuya's own. His breath caught slightly in his throat, the closest thing this stray would allow himself as a sign of the weird mixture of pain and relief flooding his system. A stray? Feh, he felt more like a pup...
The kiss caught him slightly off guard, too caught up in his thoughts to even register the fact that Byakuya was cupping his chin and leaning close. Renji sucked in a shuddering breath through his nose, near-melting against the elder man. Byakuya was so damn slippery to just hang on to, and Renji's past had taught him that the best of things find a way to wriggle from your grasp...
Such thoughts, perhaps, only served to stoke the peculiar sense of possessive jealously that declared utter war on his nerves. Crimson eyes fluttered shut slowly, body relaxing into the intimate press even if his hands only seemed to want to hold on tighter. Fine. Let them! Every fiber of his body longed to just steal this man away, to growl at any who would dare stray close and even imagine taking him away.
The kiss was passionate, almost bruising -- Renji rocking forward and using his slightly superior height to press his captain firmly against the wall. The red-head was lifted just slightly over the man, one hand moving from the iron grip around his waist to cup the pale skin of Byakuya's cheek. Slender fingers curved just slightly under the man's jawline, feeling the slightly accelerated pulse throbbing under his warm skin...
And Renji was forced to battle, as he always was -- the natural inclination to stake some claim over the man. He supposed it was more youthful passion than any conscious thought, and 'Kuya prolly wouldn't appreciate being visibly marked. But the desire remained -- to rip an article of clothing, to n** at his throat, to leave his lips slightly swollen once he pulled away...
He had to tug back from the kiss just slightly, not trusting his own limits. Soft panting billowed from his lungs, pooling in the small distance that separated their lips... and a slight blush crept across Renji's cheeks, realizing that perhaps he'd gotten a bit carried away? "... Sorry... just..."
'Wanted to make you look at me without thinking of her... wanted to compare, wanted to keep you from ever getting that damned look in your eyes... wanted to drive her away, 'Kuya. Press her completely from you... make you stop coming in her in search of something she'll never give back... that she can't...'
"... sorry."
`Vincent-Valentine`
♫ K U C H I K I
•••
Byakuya ♪
•••
Byakuya ♪
» You don't like being second...
The feel of the cool wall pressed against his back, the warm touch from the red-head's hand along his cheek. He felt like he would melt away from the touch. His breathing became a bit raspy, it seemed everything was crawling in, the room growing smaller. The touch against his skin... He just wanted to melt away, let the painful memories melt away as well. He couldn't help, but let out a shaky breath.
He wanted to take away the man, claim him as his own. Just as much as Renji wanted to. The Kuchiki could fell the Abarai's warm lips leave his own. How much he wanted to crawl back to them, but... How much he wanted to get carried away, to forget the things around them. A slight smirk grew upon his lips from the man's light blush.
Listening to the red-head's words, he placed two fingertips upon the other's lips, hushing him. There was no use for any sorries. He felt it was his turn to say such an apology. Placing his hand along his cheek, his thumb began to stroke the soft skin.
Now... It was his turn to feel foolish. For craving for the red-head's lips against his own, the claim him. The Kuchiki heir let out a shaky breath, still raspy from the sensations he felt when the man touched him.
He quickly glanced over at the still picture. It seemed a bit sadder, weaker... It felt stupid for doing such a thing in her presence. Even if she just may be a still figure printed onto paper. Now... He just couldn't care less.
Wrapping his arms around the red-head, the Kuchiki drew him tighter towards him, pressed him against his body, but softly... Trying not to injured the man any further. Brushing his lips against Renji's forehead, he whispered cool words, to faint for himself to hear; "I love you..."
'I love you...'
He wanted to take away the man, claim him as his own. Just as much as Renji wanted to. The Kuchiki could fell the Abarai's warm lips leave his own. How much he wanted to crawl back to them, but... How much he wanted to get carried away, to forget the things around them. A slight smirk grew upon his lips from the man's light blush.
Listening to the red-head's words, he placed two fingertips upon the other's lips, hushing him. There was no use for any sorries. He felt it was his turn to say such an apology. Placing his hand along his cheek, his thumb began to stroke the soft skin.
Now... It was his turn to feel foolish. For craving for the red-head's lips against his own, the claim him. The Kuchiki heir let out a shaky breath, still raspy from the sensations he felt when the man touched him.
He quickly glanced over at the still picture. It seemed a bit sadder, weaker... It felt stupid for doing such a thing in her presence. Even if she just may be a still figure printed onto paper. Now... He just couldn't care less.
Wrapping his arms around the red-head, the Kuchiki drew him tighter towards him, pressed him against his body, but softly... Trying not to injured the man any further. Brushing his lips against Renji's forehead, he whispered cool words, to faint for himself to hear; "I love you..."
'I love you...'
... I don't like being wrong «
~HinoteYasha~
Should I Be Seeing This?
"Why... Why Did He Help Me..?"
Suoki asked herself as she sat in Byakuya's bed, she was no longer crying and her Bornchitis was affecting her no more at the current time. She looked at her uniform, and frowned. It was stained with blood from before, but she couldn't get it out of her head. While she slept, she dreamt of a girl, one so much like Rukia Kuchiki that it shocked her. But she was with Byakuya, and the one word that was said the entire dream, was Hisana.
'Who Is She..? Hisana. Hisana. I Think I've Heard Ukitake-taichou say it once. But He Had Also Said That She Had Died... '
She gripped the blanket that had been put over her tightly, and tried to hid herself of that memory. Why had she seen this? It wasn't any of her buisness, especially since it involved Byakuya, right? So, Why Was She Seeing This. It wasn't her problem at all. She sat there, silent for a few moments and then looked around frantic. Where was Byakuya anyways? She thought and moved the sheets so she could get out of the bed. But something wasn't right, she could tell. She had no idea what but grabbed her zanpakuto from the table beside her and raced down the hallway, her footsteps silent.
Suoki asked herself as she sat in Byakuya's bed, she was no longer crying and her Bornchitis was affecting her no more at the current time. She looked at her uniform, and frowned. It was stained with blood from before, but she couldn't get it out of her head. While she slept, she dreamt of a girl, one so much like Rukia Kuchiki that it shocked her. But she was with Byakuya, and the one word that was said the entire dream, was Hisana.
'Who Is She..? Hisana. Hisana. I Think I've Heard Ukitake-taichou say it once. But He Had Also Said That She Had Died... '
She gripped the blanket that had been put over her tightly, and tried to hid herself of that memory. Why had she seen this? It wasn't any of her buisness, especially since it involved Byakuya, right? So, Why Was She Seeing This. It wasn't her problem at all. She sat there, silent for a few moments and then looked around frantic. Where was Byakuya anyways? She thought and moved the sheets so she could get out of the bed. But something wasn't right, she could tell. She had no idea what but grabbed her zanpakuto from the table beside her and raced down the hallway, her footsteps silent.
What Does It Mean Exactly?
[Yuff]
The S T R A Y dog in me is dyed into my bones...
... all I ever do is H O W L at the stars...
... I ain't got the guts to J U M P at 'em.
||
God, he loved being held.
It stemmed from Rukongai -- most of his quirks tended to draw their roots from his childhood, where happiness and sorrow were wound so tightly together that he still struggled to distinguish between the two. So Renji was miraculously content to be shushed gently and drawn closer, an affectionate grin when he realized that his captain was being as gentle as possible with him. Cute as it was, Abarai was more in the mood to press as close as possible to the lean body of his captain, a soft sigh billowing from his lungs.
Most people assumed he wasn't a cuddler by nature, and that was quite the mistake. He adored it. Having someone wrap their arms around him, having his hair stroked and played with, being able to feel the subtle body heat of another, surrounded by someone else's heartbeat... was there anything better? And, of course, when Byakuya got in a Renji-snuggling mood... the red-head was fairly sure he'd died and gone straight to heaven.
Renji balled one hand loosely in the soft fabric of Kuchiki's haori, the other arm laying limply over his chest. His legs pulled closer to his torso, and Abarai flushed with slight embarassment when he realized he'd settled into 'Kuya's lap like a mollified five year-old. Pfft...
Wasn't like anyone was watching, right?
And even if they were, screw it. He wanted to be here, and there wasn't anyone in the world who'd make him move away... 'sides Kuchiki himself, of course. Then again, Byakuya seemed to be the exception to most of his rules -- by this point, things went without saying.
Warm lips brushed against his forehead, the red-head unable to resist the shiver that trailed down his spine nor the low purr that rumbled from his chest. Docile as a sleepy kitty, he was. Few would believe that the sharp-tongued, hard-headed lieutenant of the 6th Squad could slip into such a state... but, then again, fewer still would ever believe that it was only Byakuya who could cause it.
Whether or not Renji heard the actual words was unclear, but the gist was there. He felt relaxed and safe, cuddled amidst Byakuya's warmth and the soft, delicate scent that only taichou could pull off without being accused of being feminine. So Renji pressed closer, nuzzling into Byakuya's neck and placing a warm kiss over the pulse that ticked steadily under the man's skin. "Mmm... love you..."
Something tickled his fancy suddenly, a low chuckle vibrating into the graceful curve of Kuchiki's pale neck. "I think I've met my idiot-quota for the day... you dun' hafta worry 'bout me 'til tomorrow, eh...?"
God, he loved being held.
It stemmed from Rukongai -- most of his quirks tended to draw their roots from his childhood, where happiness and sorrow were wound so tightly together that he still struggled to distinguish between the two. So Renji was miraculously content to be shushed gently and drawn closer, an affectionate grin when he realized that his captain was being as gentle as possible with him. Cute as it was, Abarai was more in the mood to press as close as possible to the lean body of his captain, a soft sigh billowing from his lungs.
Most people assumed he wasn't a cuddler by nature, and that was quite the mistake. He adored it. Having someone wrap their arms around him, having his hair stroked and played with, being able to feel the subtle body heat of another, surrounded by someone else's heartbeat... was there anything better? And, of course, when Byakuya got in a Renji-snuggling mood... the red-head was fairly sure he'd died and gone straight to heaven.
Renji balled one hand loosely in the soft fabric of Kuchiki's haori, the other arm laying limply over his chest. His legs pulled closer to his torso, and Abarai flushed with slight embarassment when he realized he'd settled into 'Kuya's lap like a mollified five year-old. Pfft...
Wasn't like anyone was watching, right?
And even if they were, screw it. He wanted to be here, and there wasn't anyone in the world who'd make him move away... 'sides Kuchiki himself, of course. Then again, Byakuya seemed to be the exception to most of his rules -- by this point, things went without saying.
Warm lips brushed against his forehead, the red-head unable to resist the shiver that trailed down his spine nor the low purr that rumbled from his chest. Docile as a sleepy kitty, he was. Few would believe that the sharp-tongued, hard-headed lieutenant of the 6th Squad could slip into such a state... but, then again, fewer still would ever believe that it was only Byakuya who could cause it.
Whether or not Renji heard the actual words was unclear, but the gist was there. He felt relaxed and safe, cuddled amidst Byakuya's warmth and the soft, delicate scent that only taichou could pull off without being accused of being feminine. So Renji pressed closer, nuzzling into Byakuya's neck and placing a warm kiss over the pulse that ticked steadily under the man's skin. "Mmm... love you..."
Something tickled his fancy suddenly, a low chuckle vibrating into the graceful curve of Kuchiki's pale neck. "I think I've met my idiot-quota for the day... you dun' hafta worry 'bout me 'til tomorrow, eh...?"
`Vincent-Valentine`
♫ K U C H I K I
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Byakuya ♪
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Byakuya ♪
» You don't like being second...
A slight smirk crawled onto the lips of the raven-haired captain. The flushed face upon the lieutenant, made him chuckle slightly. It was weak, tired... Hidden. The Kuchiki heir pulled the man closer to him, seeing as he could tell that was what the man wanted. The feeling of something resting on his lap, he looked at the red-haired shinigami. He was like a child. Clutching onto his haori like that, fistfuls of the fabric within his hand, the other hand laying on his chest, moving up and down with the rhythms of his breaths.
If anyone decided to venture off within his home and passed through this room... They were surely to see a sight. The door wide open from the Kuchiki's entrance. Though... He hadn't a care in the world if the two were caught. It'd be something other shinigamis would be bewildered by. Seeing the man look comfortable, loving... Ha! Like you'd see this man out like that. Everything believed for him to be cold, quiet... From wherever he went... Everyone respected him. It wasn't that he hated it. Some shivered in his presence. Like they feared him. Though... He loved the fear that others gave him. It was amusing a bit to him, but... But what? That was something he couldn't come himself.
The Kuchiki pulled the Abarai ever more closely. It seemed the two couldn't get any more closely than they already were. His heart thumped faster. It was as if the shiver that had rolled down the spine of the lieutenant had switched over to him. The red-head's purr brought the raven-haired man let one of his own out. It was soft as it vibrated through his throat. It amazed him that he had done such a thing, but it soothed them and he enjoyed it.
The nuzzle upon his neck brought another shiver along the man's spine. The warm kiss... It erased everything that seemed to have been trouble to him in the past. He looked down at the Abarai, placing a finger underneath his chin and raising his head up. Placing a quick kiss onto his lips, he traced the red-head's jawline with his fingertip. A soft smile stitched itself along his lips as he placed his head atop of the other's.
He listened to the man's speak. The way he spoke made he feel weak inside. Renji's chuckle danced along his neck, a sigh escaping his lips. Nodding to the Abarai's last comment, he couldn't get the words straight through his mind...
If anyone decided to venture off within his home and passed through this room... They were surely to see a sight. The door wide open from the Kuchiki's entrance. Though... He hadn't a care in the world if the two were caught. It'd be something other shinigamis would be bewildered by. Seeing the man look comfortable, loving... Ha! Like you'd see this man out like that. Everything believed for him to be cold, quiet... From wherever he went... Everyone respected him. It wasn't that he hated it. Some shivered in his presence. Like they feared him. Though... He loved the fear that others gave him. It was amusing a bit to him, but... But what? That was something he couldn't come himself.
The Kuchiki pulled the Abarai ever more closely. It seemed the two couldn't get any more closely than they already were. His heart thumped faster. It was as if the shiver that had rolled down the spine of the lieutenant had switched over to him. The red-head's purr brought the raven-haired man let one of his own out. It was soft as it vibrated through his throat. It amazed him that he had done such a thing, but it soothed them and he enjoyed it.
The nuzzle upon his neck brought another shiver along the man's spine. The warm kiss... It erased everything that seemed to have been trouble to him in the past. He looked down at the Abarai, placing a finger underneath his chin and raising his head up. Placing a quick kiss onto his lips, he traced the red-head's jawline with his fingertip. A soft smile stitched itself along his lips as he placed his head atop of the other's.
He listened to the man's speak. The way he spoke made he feel weak inside. Renji's chuckle danced along his neck, a sigh escaping his lips. Nodding to the Abarai's last comment, he couldn't get the words straight through his mind...
... I don't like being wrong «
[Yuff]
The S T R A Y dog in me is dyed into my bones...
... all I ever do is H O W L at the stars...
... I ain't got the guts to J U M P at 'em.
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L ii S T 3 N.
The soft kiss upon his lips coaxed forth a slow-blooming grin from the red-head, crimson eyes affectionate and relaxed. His guard was completely eradicated, obvious to anyone who glanced however briefly at the two that Renji trusted this man explicitly. It was a rare thing -- he trusted a few people in his own guarded way, of course. Friends... but Kuchiki Byakuya, by will or fate, had managed to reduced him into...
Er. Renji the Kitty?
'It's weird, it really is...' Renji reflected, eyes sliding half-shut as Byakuya rested his chin on top of Renji's head. The simple gesture was all the vice-captain needed to nuzzle into the heir's pale neck, another dreamy sigh of contentment slipping out of him as he tucked his head underneath the man's chin. 'How can you go from hating someone for taking away the last of what you had... to turning that person into everything you'd ever want?'
And it was true, God knows it was.
There was no word to describe this blind, desperate love -- no way he could ever simply write it down or pick out the eloquent words it deserved. It was a rivalry born of loss, a respect born of rivalry, a friendship born of respect... and beyond that, t was this. Being probably the only person currently alive allowed to cuddle into Byakuya's lap, being the only person the man rolled over in his sleep and instinctively pulled closer... the only person who got to snicker at the overly-precise manner that the Kuchiki heir used while brushing his damn teeth...
And he was in love with every bit of it.
In love with the way Byakuya's eyes narrowed in quiet frustration when the brush he signed papers with flicked tiny black dots all over the paper, though Renji was apt to grumble when Byakuya declared the sheet ruined and sent him out for a fresh one. In love with that mother hen concern that flickered through his eyes when Renji stumbled in the door after a mission, uniform dirty and body utterly worn. In love with the way the man sighed in his sleep, the way he floated rather than walked, hell...
Some small part of him was even in love with the shrine Byakuya kept and still visited faithfully, with that part of the man who looked past rooms to see the phantom figure of the woman he'd loved...
Crimson eyes fluttered slightly as he adjusted his gaze, staring quietly for a moment at the small photograph of Hisana. Her beauty struck him once more -- those soft, gentle eyes, that fair skin, that dark hair... damn, Renji could see how beautiful she would've looked hanging onto Byakuya's arm, how it would've touched the heart for someone to see those two in the position that Renji and Byakuya were so comfortably occupying...
'Every marriage, even happy ones, are inevitably mistakes. In a happier world (or perhaps with a bit more care in this very imperfect world of ours), each person could no doubt find much more suitable partners... but, in this world, the soul-mate is often the one said person married...'
"Ain't like me to get pensive..." Renji murmured drowsily, half just to hear his own voice slip amongst the peaceful quiet. "Gonna scare myself..."
Slender fingers pressed childishly at the black fabric of Byakuya's uniform, pushing it to the side just enough so that Renji's fingertips were able to trace nonsensical patterns along the warm skin. He nuzzled closer, sleepy and content... eyes half-watching the paths of his fingers and half-lost in his own thoughts...
L ii S T 3 N.
The soft kiss upon his lips coaxed forth a slow-blooming grin from the red-head, crimson eyes affectionate and relaxed. His guard was completely eradicated, obvious to anyone who glanced however briefly at the two that Renji trusted this man explicitly. It was a rare thing -- he trusted a few people in his own guarded way, of course. Friends... but Kuchiki Byakuya, by will or fate, had managed to reduced him into...
Er. Renji the Kitty?
'It's weird, it really is...' Renji reflected, eyes sliding half-shut as Byakuya rested his chin on top of Renji's head. The simple gesture was all the vice-captain needed to nuzzle into the heir's pale neck, another dreamy sigh of contentment slipping out of him as he tucked his head underneath the man's chin. 'How can you go from hating someone for taking away the last of what you had... to turning that person into everything you'd ever want?'
And it was true, God knows it was.
There was no word to describe this blind, desperate love -- no way he could ever simply write it down or pick out the eloquent words it deserved. It was a rivalry born of loss, a respect born of rivalry, a friendship born of respect... and beyond that, t was this. Being probably the only person currently alive allowed to cuddle into Byakuya's lap, being the only person the man rolled over in his sleep and instinctively pulled closer... the only person who got to snicker at the overly-precise manner that the Kuchiki heir used while brushing his damn teeth...
And he was in love with every bit of it.
In love with the way Byakuya's eyes narrowed in quiet frustration when the brush he signed papers with flicked tiny black dots all over the paper, though Renji was apt to grumble when Byakuya declared the sheet ruined and sent him out for a fresh one. In love with that mother hen concern that flickered through his eyes when Renji stumbled in the door after a mission, uniform dirty and body utterly worn. In love with the way the man sighed in his sleep, the way he floated rather than walked, hell...
Some small part of him was even in love with the shrine Byakuya kept and still visited faithfully, with that part of the man who looked past rooms to see the phantom figure of the woman he'd loved...
Crimson eyes fluttered slightly as he adjusted his gaze, staring quietly for a moment at the small photograph of Hisana. Her beauty struck him once more -- those soft, gentle eyes, that fair skin, that dark hair... damn, Renji could see how beautiful she would've looked hanging onto Byakuya's arm, how it would've touched the heart for someone to see those two in the position that Renji and Byakuya were so comfortably occupying...
'Every marriage, even happy ones, are inevitably mistakes. In a happier world (or perhaps with a bit more care in this very imperfect world of ours), each person could no doubt find much more suitable partners... but, in this world, the soul-mate is often the one said person married...'
"Ain't like me to get pensive..." Renji murmured drowsily, half just to hear his own voice slip amongst the peaceful quiet. "Gonna scare myself..."
Slender fingers pressed childishly at the black fabric of Byakuya's uniform, pushing it to the side just enough so that Renji's fingertips were able to trace nonsensical patterns along the warm skin. He nuzzled closer, sleepy and content... eyes half-watching the paths of his fingers and half-lost in his own thoughts...
~HinoteYasha~
If You Were To Touch My Heart Softly
Her Head Whipped around and she skidded to a halt, which was hard since she only had socks on at the time. She looked down the hall, cursing softly before turning back around and started jogging instead of running. Huffing out puffs of air as she went, Suoki's red eyes flickered to her zanpakuto who was talking to Suoki but had then stopped. Gulping, she tasted a little blood but shrugged it off and continued her trek down the Kuchiki manor's long passageways.
'I Could've Sworn I Heard. . . '
She shrugged it off and continued to weave in and out of the passageways. Her footsteps were soft and to most not able to be heard, so that when she rounded a corner a servant wouldn't know and the might collide. A couple of times, Suoki was able to flip over them or dash to the side and manage not to crash. Her white hair, now no longer in two pigtails bounced behind her as she went. Her bangs had been pushed out of the way, as she ran. Almost none of the doors were opened and the few that were, had neither Abarai or Kuchiki. She asked Uzukadouchi to locate either Zenbonzakura or Zabimaru and within seconds she got an answer but it was negative. Apparently, the two of them had no abilities to track people or their spiritual partners down. Smacking herself in the forehead, Suoki continued to jog down the corridors and turned it into a run. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on finding their spiritual pressures, which wasn't a good idea. She came crashing into a room, falling down and releasing her zanapkuto which slid on the wooden floors. Her right leg, pressed up against her chest and her arms underneath herself which helped from rolling onto the floor and potentially causing more damage then her already sprained ankle. She groaned and blinked a couple of times before straightening up and coughing.
"That Hurt Like..."
She coughed once or twice more and rubbed her head before looking up and seeing something she probably shouldn't have. Her eyebrows were high, and her eyes even wider than before.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
She creamed out of nowhere and at the top of her lungs which hurt like hell bt she didn't care. It was extremly high-pitched and if you were to stand right next to her, it would probably burst your eardrums. Before her, was Byakuya and Renji and it seemed so close to sex. She put her head in her hands and shook her head, thinking that she was still asleep and tried to wake up. But when she didn't she grasped for Uzukadouchi, which she thought was still in it's rightful place. But it wasn't the sheathe and sword lay in front of the captain and adjundant of sixth squad. It too was screaming out but in anger because Suoki wasn't able to. It called out with one thing, the feeling of hatred towards the two. Suoki clutched her chest, and a second later blood dripped onto her clothing once more. She covered her mouth, trying not to cry and not to cough up blood. Her coughs were muffled as she turned her head sideways not wanting to meet eyes with either of them.
'Abarai-sma... And Kuchiki-taichou..?'
She thought and opened her eyes to stare at the paneling beneathe her. A single drop of blood was there that had leaked from the creases of her hand. Her shoulders went forward a bit as if she was about to puke and she doubled over putting her head in her own lap. She inhaled and exhaled trying to calm herself so the attack wouldn't progress further. Her white hair is displaced and ruffled. Some of it has been stained crimson. With One Hand clutching her chest and the other covering her mouth, Suoki put her head on the ground and started to lift herself up from a sitting position to more of a kneeling one. Blood dripped onto the floor and Suoki forced herself to swallow it all. It tasted like puke and it probably had some of that in it too. Her vision blurred as she shook her head to try and make it go away.
'I Could've Sworn I Heard. . . '
She shrugged it off and continued to weave in and out of the passageways. Her footsteps were soft and to most not able to be heard, so that when she rounded a corner a servant wouldn't know and the might collide. A couple of times, Suoki was able to flip over them or dash to the side and manage not to crash. Her white hair, now no longer in two pigtails bounced behind her as she went. Her bangs had been pushed out of the way, as she ran. Almost none of the doors were opened and the few that were, had neither Abarai or Kuchiki. She asked Uzukadouchi to locate either Zenbonzakura or Zabimaru and within seconds she got an answer but it was negative. Apparently, the two of them had no abilities to track people or their spiritual partners down. Smacking herself in the forehead, Suoki continued to jog down the corridors and turned it into a run. Closing her eyes, she tried to focus on finding their spiritual pressures, which wasn't a good idea. She came crashing into a room, falling down and releasing her zanapkuto which slid on the wooden floors. Her right leg, pressed up against her chest and her arms underneath herself which helped from rolling onto the floor and potentially causing more damage then her already sprained ankle. She groaned and blinked a couple of times before straightening up and coughing.
"That Hurt Like..."
She coughed once or twice more and rubbed her head before looking up and seeing something she probably shouldn't have. Her eyebrows were high, and her eyes even wider than before.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
She creamed out of nowhere and at the top of her lungs which hurt like hell bt she didn't care. It was extremly high-pitched and if you were to stand right next to her, it would probably burst your eardrums. Before her, was Byakuya and Renji and it seemed so close to sex. She put her head in her hands and shook her head, thinking that she was still asleep and tried to wake up. But when she didn't she grasped for Uzukadouchi, which she thought was still in it's rightful place. But it wasn't the sheathe and sword lay in front of the captain and adjundant of sixth squad. It too was screaming out but in anger because Suoki wasn't able to. It called out with one thing, the feeling of hatred towards the two. Suoki clutched her chest, and a second later blood dripped onto her clothing once more. She covered her mouth, trying not to cry and not to cough up blood. Her coughs were muffled as she turned her head sideways not wanting to meet eyes with either of them.
'Abarai-sma... And Kuchiki-taichou..?'
She thought and opened her eyes to stare at the paneling beneathe her. A single drop of blood was there that had leaked from the creases of her hand. Her shoulders went forward a bit as if she was about to puke and she doubled over putting her head in her own lap. She inhaled and exhaled trying to calm herself so the attack wouldn't progress further. Her white hair is displaced and ruffled. Some of it has been stained crimson. With One Hand clutching her chest and the other covering her mouth, Suoki put her head on the ground and started to lift herself up from a sitting position to more of a kneeling one. Blood dripped onto the floor and Suoki forced herself to swallow it all. It tasted like puke and it probably had some of that in it too. Her vision blurred as she shook her head to try and make it go away.
I Would Cling To You Tightly
