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@mozoushakamiâ â cont.Â
     âYouâre a shameless opportunist, you know?â Itâs shy of a prelude to contention, despite the initial lull of the inevitable discussion. That was the hypnosis factor, right? The setup? First, lure your target in with harmless stipulations that pertained to and derived nothing of substance, and glean his vulnerabilities in the process; gauge when to strike and leave wounds in words. Make conversation and war. Aizenâs fluent in languages Seinosuke understood but never grasped as particularly noble to wield upon the tongue, and heâs sighing already with the weight of history: both their own and that of the past. The weight of it all. âBefore we begin, are you certain you could comprehend and contribute to that conversation? â Of what fears could haunt me.â
call it restlessness or something else that doesnât rhapsodize it, that wide mood that seems to conquer you each summer hurts you more than it hurts others, well, thatâs something, given there was never any version of this story where you werenât going to get hurt
â Daniel Sarah Karasik, from âJune to August,â Plenitude
âyouâre so polite with your sadness. you donât want to ruin this for anyone.â
â â Silas Melvin, from âTwenty,â Grit (via lifeinpoetry)
Seinosukeâs âthe doctor of duplicityâ not because heâs inherently deceitful, itâs because interacting with him usually yields a sense of âdouble-nessâ in that heâs casually nonchalant yet introspectively serious & he almost naturally creates this conversational atmosphere thatâs simultaneously intimate yet oddly inconsequential and in this ted talk I will---

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oftagetesâ:
â I do all sorts of things, â Rose smiled ever-so-genuinely in Seinosukeâs general direction. â Mostly playing either my guitar or piano and sometimes write poetry. And I do very much enjoy a good book or two⌠or five. Whatever piques my interest. â
It really had been a while since heâd last seen the healer, hadnât it? Oh how time flew by from everything that had happened in the last⌠holy shit. Had it really been well over one hundred years since he last saw Seinosuke? It seemed like he just saw him not even a month or two ago. At least the two of them were still on relatively good terms⌠right? Of course they were. It took a lot for Rose to hold a grudge toward someone and if ( or when ) he did then it was for all eternity. And Seinosuke more or less seemed to be the same way.
â How about yourself? â the blond haired Shinigami asked in return. â What have you been doing in your free time, hmm? â
     âMy free time?â Thatâs a trick question in its own right, from the way Seinosuke made that terminology foreign in his reiteration of it. Free time. â Whatâs next? Howâs your work-life balance? âI garden and cook, I suppose. Most of my free time remains dedicated to work-related activities, admittedly.â That much had yet to change in the century elapsed since their last meeting, it seemed.
     Thereâs a forbidden sort of curiosity lingering in the pause of the conversation, making itself known in the absence of casual banter; almost like a cavity threatening abscess if it would be allowed to persist without intervention. He wondered if it was selfish to make it evident amidst this exchange, like voicing an intrusive thought induced by a shameful lack of understanding: Why did you come back to this place?      Shouldnât Seinosuke know the answer himself? Itâs likely that the other man had his own reasons for returning, such as friends and the familiarity of setting... Or perhaps he simply couldnât keep away? Was it a matter of intimacy, responsibility, or muse that had him returning? ... Seinosuke somehow doubted any inspiration could be found after a surplus of too much, but perhaps artists were more resilient than healers despite the similarities in their hands; What passed through them differed.
     âMay I ask you something?â Itâs courteous enough, something mild. Arguably clandestine, even. Heâs suddenly unable to speak so bluntly now, seemingly startled by the softness of his voice which he then adjusted accordingly: back to the usual inoffensive inflection with the hope that the other man was sensitive enough to hear and address the unspoken inquiry. âDid you have any unfinished business to attend to here in the Seireitei?â Why else return? â Perhaps he could help him understand.
being alive is great because there are so many different vegetables you can sautĂŠ. but then there are also the horrors
@xyuuken â cont.
     Seinosukeâs a man of the clock and calendar, careful with his time and schedule and even more meticulous with his health than he was with his punctuality. Proper maintenance of his system was a priority, so heâd set off to bed in the evenings with the goal to achieve adequate rest that would optimize his kido once the sun glimpsed the horizon again as it always did.      Consistency was a key element and value, but not one that would surmount the requisite of his personal cell by his bedside before he could surrender to slumber peacefully. Just in case someone needed him in the dead of night, regardless of their knowledge of his habits. Heâd only ever give out his personal number to certain people, after all. Doctor Ishidaâs one of them despite their circling, like the roundabouts required to exchange personal contact information in the first place.
     The sunâs not due any time soon when Seinosuke found himself not quite lucid yet, but nevertheless reminded of the man and his dealings with him from the sound of an unexpected call awakening him in alarm. Itâs a work night. Someoneâs calling him, and somethingâs wrong. Heâs uncertain if he suspected Ishida Ryuuken to be the name on the screen prior toward glancing at it for confirmation, but whatever sleep-dazed thoughts disperse the moment he accepted the call and measured the other doctorâs tone. Tense, like a bad omen; a monitor in the emergency room announcing fatality through failing vitals. Ishida had started off politely enough, but thatâs not nearly enough anesthesia to numb the drop of Seinosukeâs heart in response. He wouldnât have called if it wasnât urgent, and thereâs a mutual understanding of that.Â
     A dedicated doctorâs prepared before any likely factors could prove further complications. He already knew his decision before the other man could ask.
     âIâll do everything in my power to help you.â Itâs spoken with his throat still rugged from sleep after curt replies that were better described as murmurs, physical signs betraying his determination as he, having already risen from bed, shuffled through the documents stored in his bedside dresser for the proper authorizations and what could be argued in court as such. He kept the call connected, phone pressed to his ear despite that not being as obligatory as he felt it was nor serving any other professional purpose now that heâs signified his planned course of actions. He could hang up; keep blunt and concise, leave it at that and go back to bed after a few phone calls. But heâs never been content with so little nor as cold as he seemed.Â
     âIâm getting the papers for it, in the unlikely event they wonât allow you entry alongside me-- and I apologize, for not doing more with my anticipation of their insistence to obstruct you.â Heâs uncertain what more he could have done, but the extent of his current efforts wasnât enough to satisfy him. Heâs not sure if anything could, but he wonât shy from further contribution. âIâll pull some strings and make sure they know with certainty that youâre closely associated with my clinic, so their grounds of justification for casually imposing restrictions decreases. I canât promise you that theyâll stop entirely, but I wonât stand by idly as they disregard your rightful permission of access. Iâll prepare more clearance for you, and revise it as necessary.â
     Itâs a risk to his professional reputation, but that didnât hold as much weight as the fact that Doctor Ishida had called him on a work night, with his voice unsteady with trepidation as he spoke of what the shinigami had reaped from the fallen kingdom of his people. The way injustice could tighten the throat of one familiar, and quicken the feet of another indignant by its prevalence despite the lives already lost from both sides. â Had they no respect? Had they no shame? Would they continue profiting from the war, continuously fabricating conflicts and sowing in the blood spilt rather than taking any responsibility? The answers, although evident in the persisting perpetuation, appalled Seinosuke the same. He couldnât turn a blind eye.      âDonât be afraid to use my name as your authorization. I donât mind the minimal repercussions that might arise from that.â He needed to splash water on his face, but heâs pulling over a coat instead in haste. âSorry Iâm not as nocturnal as I could be--- Iâm on my way.â Fast, with no intentions to dawdle. He had to go, before someone starts working on it. âGive me a moment to gather my bearings, and pass the phone to the authority there that gave you trouble. Iâll give them my professional opinion. â ... And, Iâd hope your own regarding me wonât change dramatically after this.â Itâs... a personal attempt at lightheartedness. Heâd have time to be self-conscious later.
there's something tragic about you." (To aza >w> )
     Once again, this man would shatter the silence of Muken with his illusory curiosities. Fallacious in his speech, Aizen would initiate and draw forth trivial talk to accent his idling with words strung out like an amble stroll taken beneath the darkness of the night sky, a futile attempt to shift the stagnant air of Muken with verbose substance and disturb the silent press of the passage of time.      Time. Did Aizen allow it to weigh upon him, its unspoken gravity at his chest to command and necessitate exchanging perceptions with unwilling conversational partners before the tedium could overtake him? He must have, with his insistence to commence discourse with a topic Azashiro saw no merit in the exploration of; with his need to disrupt infinity once it grew tangible. Falling short of heavenâs vacancy, this man ambitioned to fill the void of quietude, entertaining himself with empty toys. ( Was Azashiro a toy as well; another thing to amuse himself with at his convenience, another stepping stone of evolution to his advantage? It was likely, given the manâs character and inability to swallow ennui with dignity. What a hollow pride. )
     Azashiro did not grasp his purpose in doing so. There was no meaning in the act, no significance in Aizen noting an apparent tragedy. It meant nothing as it was.
     âDo not surmise that, in the act of expressing them to me, you would obligate me to take responsibility for your suppositions. I see no purpose in encouraging your propensity to subject others to your own private assumptions of them,â he said, and it was a curiosity in itself that he would respond at all. âI will not entertain you or your idle mind with any justification. Cast aside your subjective realities if you would seek out my truth, and speak without ambiguity if you seek a conversation with me.â
     Tragic, Aizen had said. What vague terminology, a dubious assessment.      Thereâs something tragic about you, suggesting the potential to be pitied.
     ( What a provocative man. ) âTell me what you know of tragedy,â he said, not a request but a direction for precision; for further clarity to dispel the murkiness which pervaded in these depths, where the sun would not shine upon them, where they would not be warmed in their persisting lives no other could take. âAnd I will tell you of my history without your presumptions or sympathies.â He had no need for such.
' you like your job. i can tell. why did you ever leave it? i never heard of a shinigami retiring before without getting promoted, going rogue, or simply dying. ' @ seino
     Thatâs undoubtedly a personal inquiry attached to that confident assessment. Seinosuke would comment on the inherent intimacy of asking someone why would they ever leave, if it were not for the magnitude of Ishida Ryuukenâs tone remaining as evenly aloof as ever. Steady and poised, an archer even without a bow nor sling of arrows at hand. He wondered if Ishida realized it himself, that composure and tendency of his to hit the mark. Heâs curious if that was considered a strength in personal affairs by him, but heâd refrain from offering an ambiguously provocative remark to a vaguely personal question despite being well in his right to do so.
     âMost attribute the reason behind my retirement from the Gotei to greed.â The only shift in his expression was the subtle lift of his brow at the other doctor, almost translatable as why not you, too? Wasnât that a satisfactory answer? âOne could say I was rather limited in my choices as a military doctor. Itâs not a glamorous position to hold forever.â      Not that heâd ever care for glamor, but he had tired out with every new generation of recruits brimming with that eagerness to contribute and belong eventually becoming disheartened; once-youthful, once-optimistic eyes hollowed out and made anxious, accentuated by hospital lights and the glow of kaido.      Thereâs an exhausting stigma about the Fourth Division that it was the weakest, and that never sat well with him; it lingered in the pit of his stomach and the strain of his wrists unspoken, that question of what was strength in this place, then? Whatâs considered strong if preserving life with value and respect for it was not?       That was simply the iceberg of his discontents. Heâd let Ishida glimpse the depths of it, if only for the fact that his professionalism kept him from seeking sympathy especially given their individual histories. If only one could articulate their discontents without personal attachment associated in the act of vocalizing grievances, the weight of detailing pain that was not physical. Seinosukeâs certain the quincy held griefs of his own, but heâs been rather gracious so far. Just like an archer.
     âAs for the job insurance policies...â Heâd let the derisive quirk of his lips speak for that, offset by a shrug of his shoulders. âI was allowed an exception and promotion, if you could consider it that.â It was either the noble districts of the Kizokugai or the Nest of Maggots. How much did Ishida know about the darkness of the shinigami world heâd stepped into? âMy hands remain tied even here.â It wasnât a lamentation, just a fact that came with the occupation. âI wouldnât want to deceive you into even briefly considering otherwise, given our dealings.â Back to business.Â

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the thing is, ellen bass / for example, mary oliverÂ
I am vexed⌠Every word I speak, is sheathed in blood.
Helaena C Moon / instagram - helaena.c.moon (via hapless-hollow)
(âŚ) what hurt me was actually me, myself. In the midst of that continuing, unsettled silence my feelings, like a heavy pendulum, a razor-sharp blade,
â Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore
     Where is Lisa, anyway?...
@hirako5hinjiâ liked for a starter !
     âLong time no see.â Itâs a lukewarm greeting at best, his own individual mix between casual and courteous that heâs been blending idly for the last century whenever he wasnât occupied with his perpetual professionalism. Though rather dispassionate on the surface in relative comparison to those in the ranks of the Gotei whoâd celebrated the returning visored being reinstated as a reunion, it wasnât as impersonal as he would have liked for it to be.
     While heâs only known Hirako Shinji through encounters that bordered on professional and playful given the manâs convenient hypochondriac tendencies and Seinosukeâs own mild enabling of it whenever it entertained him enough, he couldnât quite wash his hands of the responsibility he felt whenever in the fifth division captainâs presence. Itâs a persisting struggle, dispelling the thought that circulated his head even before meeting any of the visored again: he was supposed to be there that night. If only he had been there that nightâ      ... But that was the past, wasnât it? Whatâs more of relevance now was the fact that they were back. Not all of them, but some. Heâs glad not to see Lisa among them. Despite his sentimentality toward his friend and fellow former lieutenant, itâs a reassurance and a comfort to know that she remained in the World of the Living. Far away from the Seireitei, with its shinigami and their service to deeply flawed systems Seinosuke was unable to avert his eyes from even in his retirement from the Soul Societyâs military organization.
     Hirako Shinji had returned to the heart of it, though. Why? What was his rationale behind that? Why ever come back here, of all places? â What an enigma. Itâs speaking optimistically to say that Seinosuke would be able to understand him.Â
     âIâm surprised to see you back so soon,â was what Seinosuke said instead, dressed in his white medical robes and no longer cloaked in black. âI run a clinic in the noble district now, so unfortunately I can no longer be your accomplice in the Fourth should you feel particularly inclined to seek out the comfort of a cot whenever you experience your specific affliction.â Hirakoâs most dreaded aversion to paperwork held no cure, right? âWe should catch up after work sometime. Iâm more comfortable to be able to share a drink with you now.â A half-smile, then. âFinancially, I meant.âÂ

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âYamadaâ being a common Japanese surname is a relevant detail over here (which makes sense, given that Seinosuke does hail from the Rukongai) & thereâs something so delightfully John Doe about him being addressed as âYamada-senseiâ by the higher echelons of society--- like no matter your position in the aristocratic or judicial courts & regardless of how long-spanning and prestigious your legacy and bloodline (or how many syllables seem to accentuate that, like say Tsu-na-ya-shi-ro wheezes;;), itâs very likely youâre referring to Doctor Yamada for medical consultationÂ
ânikita gill, gaia; from great goddesses