#lying-prophet

@lying-prophet

It was absolutely exciting. The empty hallways moaned with the wind, the impressively large facility crumbling from disuse, and his favourite part was what your brain did in a situation like this— it became imaginative. Because of the lack of people it would create images for you, or noises, or even better a scene. The brain was such a fascinating thing. Kisuke believed himself to be a scientific man, but he was so fascinated by situations that were hard to understand– thus lead him here.

His musing was cut short as he heard his name being called by his classmate. He didn’t quite remember how he and Kenpachi agreed to do this, just that it happened. The blonde grinned widely and he slinked from the edge of the hallway to the reception desk. He propped his arms on the counter and leaned forward, grey eyes landing on his large friend’s back.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting Kenpachi-san.” He chimed happily, excitement spewing from every word. He could not wait to see what laid in store for them, but his nerves were alive and ready.

The blonde moved out from behind the desk and closer to Kenpachi, only coming to the man’s shoulder, and glanced up with a smile. “Where do you want to explore first? Though I think we need to be careful about structural integrity so we may have to avoid a floor or two.”

The sudden chirp of Kisuke’s voice caused Kenpachi’s head to snap around, and he frowned.

“Geez, the fuck you tryin’ to do, give me a heart attack,” he groused, half-serious. Why had he agreed to this again?

He shrugged at the question. Where exactly they started in this god-forsaken place didn’t matter as much to him, so long as they got it over with.

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The cold rushed over Shinji with an unceremonious whoosh. Instantly, Shinji squeezed his eyes shut tight and curled into a tiny, tensed-up ball, clinging fiercely to his knees and holding them to his bare chest. Distantly, he could identify the far-too-familiar, grating feeling of his teeth chattering inside his pounding head. “...givvit back,” he slurred, annoyed and insistent. He wrenched one hand away from his body and let it flop around like a dead fish, feeling desperately for the miserable blanket, and the small comfort it had provided.

About two seconds later, though, warmth descended on Shinji again. Someone had listened to him, apparently. The blanket was back, thank fuck, and Shinji was pretty sure he’d never been more grateful. He cracked an eye open, and he could just about have kicked himself when he identified his savior - Kisuke, obviously. Right. I’m in Kisuke’s bed. Fuck. Right.

What Shinji did next wasn’t the product of any decision, not really. He was still drunk, and he was fucking cold, and it wasn’t like there was a lot of space on this futon anyway. In small, little bursts of movement, Shinji’s body scooted itself sideways, until he was pressed flush to Kisuke, whose skin felt warm like a gods-damned furnace, and who was softer to touch than Shinji remembered. He let out a slow, shaky sigh, shifted just enough so that he could rest his heavy head on Kisuke’s shoulder, and flung an arm and a leg over his companion, soaking in as much warmth as he possibly could without making things weird.

            Steals hat.

@lying-prophet liked this for a starter.

There was a part of her that still couldn’t believe it, the man had come through on his promise his end of the deal. Soi Fon of course would have hunted him for lying to her, and yet, part of her hand’t believed that he would do it. That any ally of Kisuke’s would even inconvenience him. She saw the man as a villainous worm who manipulated and strangled the life out of those without him.

So to see him like this, locked in a cage of kidou, well it brought a twisted smile to the Captain’s face as she stepped into sight. She’d thought about not saying anything but instead, she opted to gloat, victory over him was never anything short of elating for Soi Fon. The traitor, the wretch, the ruiner of her master’s life or at least that was how she saw it.

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“That just means you need more practice!~”

“And yeeeesss, you can!~ I was wondering if you wanted to participate in a little experiment?”

Akon took a long drag of his cigarette, doing his best not to crush the folded paper out of pure stress.

“You know, every time either you or the captain say those words, my blood pressure skyrockets. It’s not good for me. I asked my doctor; she said so.”

...

Kisuke hurried over to his partner that was lounging on their picnic blanket, gold eyes drinking in the scene. They had gone geode hunting and the blonde was excited to share his findings. “Look what I found for you precious!~”

“For me?”  

Szayel looks up at him brightly.  “It’s so beautiful.  I mean I understand if you don’t want to give this up.”  

           ☾ ┊ ‘  If you’re going to talk to me, at least try not to look like a complete moron.  ’ 

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Much to Jūshirō’s relief, it didn’t seem that Urahara had been waiting for very long. If the man was annoyed or impatient, he gave no indication. In fact,  Jūshirō thought as he blinked across the room at the younger Captain and wiped just a few more errant drops of sweat from his brow, he looked very nearly amused. 

He shook his head, and he managed to flash Urahara a small, halfway-self-conscious smile. “Not at all,” he said. “Please, come in. Your time is valuable; I’d hate for you to waste any more of it.”

Urahara stepped forward and deposited the papers, and Jūshirō was about to offer a thank you and, for good measure, an invitation to stay for a cup of tea - the very least he could do, given the circumstances, he thought - but the next thing he knew, Urahara was holding the pesky, little spider in his hands. 

“How,” Jūshirō breathed, shoulders sagging in a combination of fatigue and disbelief, “did you manage that?”

It was uncanny, really.  Jūshirō had been struggling for the better part of ten minutes to catch the little creature, and Urahara had done it in a matter of seconds.  And as ever, Urahara did not look perturbed. He only offered a lighthearted question, and it seemed to Jūshirō that he truly was willing and able to help.