#amaranthineoni

@amaranthineoni : Lights a join and offers him a puff. (from Hayate. early days of school, they're definitely being naughty doing this)

//In a heartbeat.

//This is just hc on this blog, but Nemu ends up not only as Mayuri's servant & lab partner, but ends up doing both their jobs as captain & lieutenant. Like even for a superhuman, she's spread too thin, especially for shit she has no passion in.

" No. " Simple in all its severity. Enough of a reply to chill down to the core those Arrancar, those assistants, aides, that he had allowed to linger around and take notes upon the occurrences unfolding down and below in the area that their Lord had designated for these little tests. Caught in his grasp, this being that had been brought to him in what could be called a stroke of luck [ but was that true? ] when she should not have raised a voice against him, usher him to talk where only he had wanted to observe.

The girl had done away with a large portion of his creation, failed experiments destroyed by power - how curious, but nothing he really and truly would consider a success right now. No, something was off about her and he desired to break open that shell that protected and encapsulated a true potential hidden away by a madman in the desire to keep it all contained. Mayhap, it was the security of her person alone? Mayhap it was because unleashing it all could lead to catastrophe.

Whatever it was - he wanted it. Wanted to know all about it.

“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”

@amaranthineoni asked:

"So what were the odds in your book that all of us would survive and succeed rescuing Rukia?"

“If the infiltration plan had gone the way it was supposed to, 3-sigma confidence. With the way it actually turned out, 2-sigma confidence.” There was a slight pause as she realized maybe that wasn’t clear. “That’s 99.7% and 95.4%, respectively.”

@amaranthineoni​ said:

How would Kisuke fare if he were to witness Yoruichis's death? Would he mourn? Would he recover?

“...”

“I suggest you find a more productive line of thought.”

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Unlikely. So unlikely that his thousand scenarios only ever included it as an outside chance, at best. Still, he’s confronted with the ‘reality;’ still, some part of him remains convinced that this is the Universe with the bad ending, and there must be countless others... Perhaps if he rejects reality strongly enough, his will can influence it? He knows two others who can. They appear to be of no help here, and he knows he must find it in himself to forgive them. Strange, how everyone around is able to accept the impossible....

For some time after forgets himself. He becomes more of a ghost than he was already; as though he could will himself into non-existence. He throws himself into his projects and keeps up a pleasant face toward those who who look in on him with pitying concern: Tessai, Ururu, Jinta; even Shinji and Hiyori pay a visit or two. He greets them cheerfully and waves them off, but he grows thinner, if such a thing were possible, and nobody dares come too close, since it’s been awhile since he showered or changed his clothes. That’s just as well. He’s stopped shaving as well, but his beard never seems to grow any thicker. Perhaps shaving, even infrequently as he did, was merely a vain illusion. Perhaps it all was. He stops going through the motions; all of them.

Winter passes. Then spring. And one day, the sun is out, and it feels good upon his shoulders. He is sitting on his roof, and he remembers that seasons pass and he is still here. He holds the sadness and the joy in open palms under the empty sky, embraces her absence with a bittersweet nostalgic gratitude. And life goes on. He doesn’t know that it must, but it certainly does.