#!isane

He trusts you and has faith in you, no? So... Perhaps it might be less stressful to demonstrate faith in him by trusting him.

@reservedhealer from here;

Hiyori was that audacious that she wandered into Soul Society at will. It was always on a very rare occasion. She does not like the place. The air itself, would sometimes take her by the throat and stir her insides like congee. It was just… too painful. The home that she has lost forever.

But… her friends are still alive. She had just needed to ensure that Mashiro had been alright. Whilst Hiyori had very dramatically and firmly declared she would never ever step foot in Soul Society - she has already done so once. Reluctantly as a fighter against the quincy and now, again… to check on a friend. to check on Mashiro Kuna. The green-haired lieutenant loved matcha flavoured chocolate, but only in one brand. And who would take the time to bring that? Hiyori hopes someone would. But days trickled into a week and the girl had noticed Mashiro still had no sweets. Plenty of fruits and hearty meals, but none of her favourite sweets from the world of the living. So Hiyori had not only left peeled fruits (because Mashiro wasn’t going to eat the fruits unless they were peeled), as well as matcha kitkats. The small visored had debated on leaving a note. Something sappy like… get well soon. But… instead she had just wrote you are super - and left it at that.

Mashiro would know and then burst into tears and it would all be too dramatic. Hiyori couldn’t have people think she was going soft.

Her eyes wavered once more, glancing at the monitors and fluids attached to her friend before slipping out. She would be okay. Once that had been asserted, Hiyori found herself caught by the captain of the fourth division. Shit. This wasn’t Unohana- but the former lieutenant.

Long legs like some sexy skyscraper and a very pretty face. Eugh… Hiyori cannot deal with girls like this. They made her feel ten times uglier than she really was.

Hiyori glances at Mashiro again. She would be so thrilled to see the gardens and to see Hiyori in so long but…

“Eh- she’ll be bouncin’ around and bothering Kensei again, no need for me ‘ta hang about,” Hiyori shrugs  in a way that suggested she didn’t really care. Although, it was obvious to the pair of them she would be coming back again.

At least the care from the fourth division was always on point. Hiyori was living and breathing proof that the fourth division was amazing at what they did. And so… she could not help but be a little concerned. Not much. Just a teensy bit.

“Yer dropping on yer feet. Even I know healing kidou is the most draining kidou. I –” she blinks and then looks away. Isane looks almost embarrassed at having been caught. “I’m not tired. I don’t have a job like this.”

Hiyori’s life was relatively on easy mode now. No Aizen to worry about defeating. No life and death encounters with menos grande or creepy enemies. Just leisurely training sessions with Love and Hachi. Some little jobs in the world of the living she could do in her sleep. She was strong and fast so had a technical advantage over humans in their jobs.

"It's a mistake. Don't get close 'ta me. I still don't like shinigami!" Hiyori insisted with a scrunched up expression, even though she had been hovering like a bad smell all morning. She had heard that a friend of hers was recovering in the fourth division and instead of admitting that she might actually have a heart, she'd just sort of... hovered. Waited till her friend was out of danger and then left some peeled fruit by their bedside table.

Hiyori did have a heart somewhere underneath her layers of athletic jerseys... but she just didn't like being caught with wearing it on her sleeve.

She looked like she was about to object some more before turning away and then glanced over at Isane's kind face. She was such a pretty and tall woman with long legs. Hiyori was a bit jealous but she didn't voice it aloud.

"Also... ya look like ya haven't slept in days. Don't ya need a break too?"

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What did she think of Isane?

Hiyori’s mind only thought of a few things. She was tall, even among some of the male shinigami – and yet Isane always seemed to melt into the background. Hiyori has seen her in action though. She is gentle but firm when it comes to patient welfare. She lacks any of the scary tactics of Unohana…

But people were still keen to listen to her. Isane with her pale, white hands and her kind eyes… was too gentle.

A gentle shinigami.

Should she be afraid?

Ino was always happy that their captain was game for fantasies. I mean, what was life without fantasies? Ino thought it was all drudgery and black shihakusho. She often wore her earrings and kept her hair beautifully style - just in case her true love walked in through those doors! But mainly, whoever came through to the fourth division was an oaf from the 11th division. 

She sighs dreamily. “I can’t heeelp it. He’s so good looking!! And you know how loyal he is to his first wife? Imagine he comes in here, falls in LOVE at first sight with me? I can heal that soreness in his heart! I will be a shining beacon and take on the responsibility of running that entire Kuchiki mansion. Like a lady~”Ino obviously did not care for riches or anything, but she certainly liked… her bishounen. Kuchiki Byakuya had yet to know that she existed though. Love was difficult.

“There ain’t one precise moment… but there’s a lot of times I ruined myself,” she confesses after regarding Isane with extreme caution. Judging her to be safe, she decides it isn’t right to keep everything inside. Besides, she is working on being more honest, at least to herself.

Though to reveal what ruined her to a shinigami? This… could have been used against her. But it did not really matter in the long-term. After all, her inner hollow was privy to all her shameful secrets and desires and constantly used them against her.

“But each of them begin and end with me hurtin’ those I love. Aizen did make me hurt my friends once… but all the other times, it was me. I can’t keep making’ him be my scapegoat. I ain’t a sweet person, but ‘ta those I love… I should try harder instead of covering shit up with my fists.”