#(.letters)

i rlly hope u meant the dad from calvin and hobbes bc i had the clearest mental image of that man in front of a lesbian flag and i had to draw it

Thank you for requesting! I just wrote the letters for this, and it’s super short because I’ve been a little busy lately.

Remember me.

Warning(s) : Death, angst

@keikakudori from here:

Hiyori does not receive mail in Seireitei. Any messages or hell butterflies are specifically addressed to Shinji. He has a job and several connections here. All she has are those fierce little allies that she cannot let go of in this- or any dimension. So imagine her surprise when she receives something addressed to her. It bears an official seal on it and she is loathed to touch something that could be shinigami-related. She does not want to deal with any of that. She only wants to live her life now.

But then, after some deliberation, she is compelled to read the letter. The handwriting is foreign, but clear. The words are alien– but as soon as she gets through the first few lines, a chill runs straight through her spine. She’s lost the feeling in her legs and she’s quite glad nobody can see her fierce self lose composure over some words.

Did… she expect her perfect little life to one day shatter? Yes. But has she expected her random letter ever to be answered? No. None of her letters were answered before. After all, she who hated writing and formulating responses… had written until her fingers were sore and bleeding. She had sent many a tearful letter to Kirio, begging almost at the end to take her with her… Not a single answer had been given.

But now she has a reply. A neat, prim reply. Familiar words are dancing around the page. Words from someone a long, long time ago.

This is not the reply she expects. If she has wanted a reply… she wanted it filled with a burning challenge. Some fancy, flowery lines where he mocked her and asked her to bide her time until he returns to ruin everything.

But what she got instead was… a conversation. And his dialogue compelled her to pick up a piece of paper and respond in kind. She wasn’t here to offer him something as magnanimous as forgiveness. Hiyori is not an angel. And she certainly is no shinigami. She is no longer a pure dweller in the court of purest souls. She cannot offer things like forgiveness.

But all she can offer him is her own confusion. Her fingers trembled, gripping the pen too hard. She has not picked up a writing brush in decades. She uses a small thing like a pen now, scratching out harsh letters on pages that begged for some ink.

Sosuke,

Ya really goin’ crazy in there if ya like readin’ yer hate mail.  

… Hirako-Taichou. At least ya remember that name. Guess ya already know he’s a captain again. Restored his name again. Took 100 years for him ‘ta take back the position after you stole it from him.

Why d’ya do that? Yer clever and yet ya steal Kisuke’s Hougyoku. Ya steal Shinji’s position. Ya steal souls from Rukongai. Ya steal arrancar and turn ‘em into Espada. Is Kyoka Suigetsu really yer zanpakuto? Is that really yer own soul cutter or did ya steal that too?

What’s actually yours?

I remember those times at the fifth division too. Faker than yer fuckin’ prescription glasses.

I ain’t yer friend. Ya don’t got any friends, Sosuke. Ya don’t get ‘ta use that word when yer out here ruinin’ people’s lives for yer own grand plans.

And it’s good that yer feelin’ some remorse in that shithole. This is a punishment, since ya can’t apparently die. I still think that’s fake news too. Seireitei is full of shittygami and they can say what they want and everyone’ll believe their packs of lies. Of course, ya know all about that. Ya played ‘em for so long.

Yer lyin’ now, ain’t ya?

sp- prudent? What the fuck does that mean? Stop usin’ fancy words. Even now, yer bein’ shitty!

Ya sayin’ ya knew my weaknesses? Big fuckin’ deal. I am the first ‘ta attack anyway. It ain’t some amazing observation, genius.

Ya used me ‘ta hurt Shinji? That’s fuckin’ dumb. Ya could’a just started fighting him. And it wasn’t even you that attacked me- that shitty Gin kid did!! It hurt like a bitch btw, since ya didn’t ask.

Uhh. Don’t believe ya. Ya were his lieutenant. Yer fuckin’ job was ‘ta PROTECT him and ya hurt him? And this conveniently came with yer sneaky plans ‘ta become idk… wtf was even yer plan? Soul King or sommat?? Sounds like yer lying. Yer obviously lying. And I ain’t gonna ask Shinji anything. He already somehow feels like yer shitty decisions are his fault. Like who knows ya enjoyed a lil hollowfication with yer wagashi on the side? Fuck knows.

Don’t butter me up with compliments. I ain’t a child!

And the only reason I was even aware of anythin’ that night– - I was so fuckin’ ashamed! My zanpakuto had cut Shinji! I’d sonner cut my own head!

Don’t talk about my heart.  Don’t talk about what ya learned. Are ya confusin’ yer victims? I ain’t no Hinamori. I’m Hiyori. Did she also send ya letters? She looks the type.

Don’t talk about my loyalty and shit that ya know nothing about. Ya got no loyalty, so how d’ya know if I am loyal? Ya ain’t scared of anythin’. Ya ain’t scared of bein’ overpowered or hurt or losin’ yer mind. So how the fuck d’ya know what being brave is like?

I ain’t a good woman. I’m permanently disfigured.

I can’t go back ‘ta bein’ who I was. But I’ll never let ya hurt my friends again. And don’t pretend ‘ta worry about Shinji. He’s havin’ the time of his life now that he’s got a cute lieutenant. 

I hate you. Don’t simper, it’s pissing me off.