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“K-kyoraku-taichou? Can I help you?” 

“I really hate shinigami, you know… but I still didn’t want any of you hurt. I wish I could swap my life for Ukitake’s. I am so very sorry, Kyoraku-Taichou. I hate you all. I keep saying I hate you, every single shinigami.., and I do... but I still... feel so... so  sad he’s gone. ‘M sorry.  I ain’t a good friend... but Lisa will... Lisa... she never forgot ya.”

“Flattery will get you about as far as it did two centuries ago, Miroku the Elder.” Although there was a faint hint of a smile to the corners of her mouth. “I just happened to be passing by.”

“Aha~ You know, with all the flattery Kyoraku-taichou you might get me thinking you want something.” 

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   his amusement is thin-voiced and razor-sharp.  in the lost blackness of muken it echoes,  lightly,  as the voice of a dormant conscience.  he watches kyoraku linger in the halo of a torch,  the only light he was allowed to bring with him in his visit to the mouth of the earth;  it dances faintly,  drawing warm shades over his disfigured face.  a cold smile,  made threatening by the dark,  tugs at the corners of aizen’s lips.   “  i appreciate the concern.  indeed,  i suppose that a redecoration is in order,  after yhwach’s passage.  although i doubt that making my prison more comfortable is within your jurisdiction,  kyoraku.  ”   he pauses.   “  that is,  unless you feel like disobeying your superiors for the sake of my comfort.  that would be an interesting turn of events,  to say the least.  ”

🌸 The light footfalls and soft murmuring of the servants caught her attention. Purple hues tinged with blue, glanced towards the doorway. It  left her wondering whether it was yet another visitor for Byakuya-sama. Such occurrences were not uncommon, though the frequency has been escalating as of late.  Just what was going on in Soul Society that warranted these constant visits ? And if there was trouble brewing..she dearly hoped both her sister and husband were safe. Her reverie was broken when a soft, concerned voice addressed her. To say she was startled, was an understatement. From what she could perceive, he was a Captain or at least someone of immense power. Yet, she did not recognize him. How could she ? While many had come and go, Hisana never had the opportunity or reason to engage with  any..especially during those years of being ill. Her health had been quite poor and her thoughts consumed with locating her sister. Fearing for her well-being and weak constitution, Byakuya had kept her away from everyone. Any guests were entertained far from her room, to avoid disturbing her. Even now, that holds true. His fear of relapsing or becoming ill once more, truly did not ease upon the return of her health. With so much she owed him, the least she could do is honour his request and stay within the walls unless accompanied by him. And to her knowledge, her existence had been kept a secret. For this man to know her name was a bit disconcerting. On the other hand, if the servants allowed him in, they surely must recognize this person. “Ah.. why thank you..I am feeling quite well..” She smiled softly, her face changing into an apologetic expression. “Forgive me, I can see that you are a . Captain, but may I know the name of the elder I am speaking with ?” She would also like to ask how he came to know her name but Hisana deemed it too forward and rude. Perhaps she will mention it to Byakuya-sama later.