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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:47 pm
The dreaded sadistic gale returned from her battle unscathed and boiling with anger. She combed back her hair with her finger, gripping the ends tightly in frustration before letting go and entering back into the tower. As she ascended the stairs, the ever so slight scent of delicious crimson assaulted her senses. As she drew higher up, the scent grew stronger.
Ugh, some ******** must killed someone. Probably was a waste of space anyways... Referring not only to what seemed to be the recently deceased but to the murderer as well. She seemed a little surprise that Jezebel was silent through it all. This would of been a prime time for her to assume temporary control, to see what was going on, but she too seem uninterested. A few minutes of endless walking passed before she hit the final stairs, entering the room where others seemed to still be around.
Don't they have a ******** fight to go die in? Ugh, damned fools... She scoffed as she walked past them all, using shunpo to climb back up the monitors to her spot where she was loitering about before. She expressed a state of melancholy, feeling that the boredom was going to settle in deep, especially with the odds that no one else was done with their match.
I need to kill something... like real soon. I'm getting real hungry.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:53 pm
∂єℱιиє чσuя ℳєαиιng σℱ ωαя ℸσ мє ιт's ωℎαт ωє ∂σ ωℎєи ωє'яє ℬσrє∂
"I wonder....." Crunch...crunch...crunch.... It was the sound of footsteps compacting snow. The bottom of her black sandals were coated in the frozen flakes, and as she entered the stands, it began to melt, until the sound vanished. "Just how long it's been..." Her movements seemed tired, and Amie slipped gracefully into the bleachers. She sighed outward, and closed her eyes. Oddly enough, when she exhaled, you could see her breath. The air around her was extremely frigid, almost freezing. A sly smile crossed her lips, as her body became still. I knew I'd find him here...there is no mistake. I'd know that Reitsu anywhere. Amie released a small amount of her reitsu, and the air temperature around her normalized. "I always preferred the heat... " She admitted, a touch of longing and bitterness. As she brushed one hand over the other, it was something she had come to accept; the icy touch of her new body temperature.
There is no changing what has happened. For years she was a prisoner of war. Their experiments had twisted her in some ways, but who she was remained the same. And she missed her captain, her friends, her squad mates...her Fefnir. If not for them, she might have died in there. But the drive to see them again, to feel the heat outside of this new core of cold, inspired her enough to fight. And to survive.
She was to strong for them to hold forever. Yuki hadn't trained a fool. The ex vice captain of Squad 13, she wasn't a pushover. It took a year to break her chains, and kill the hollows, and then several more to fight off her own demons. To relearn the abilities her mentor had taught her, she had to gain control of her warped zampacto.
But that was not something to worry about at this point. What mattered was...seeing him again. There was nothing that guaranteed how the reunion would go, or if he even wanted to see her again. But the memories of him were what kept her going, and she needed that closure more then anything. She brushed a lock of hair from her face, it had gotten so long, and dissipated. She had stood up an shunpoed, tracking the source of the fiery reitsu.
In a small flurry of her purple reitsu, and frigid air, she materialized behind the chair. She kept her head down, guarded, almost afraid, yet heartbeat beginning to quicken. Her brown silky waves covered her eyes, afraid to meet his. But the warmth of his presence was a comfort with no comparison. She'd been so cold...
"Fefnir...." She whispered. Voice high and sweet like honey. She swallowed, half in denial that it was all over, and the object of her fondest memories was sitting right there in front of her. "I...." She stopped, losing the words. Where to start, where to end...
What did you say to someone you loved so much, whose life you disappeared from for years with absolutely no reason...
There was much going on in the arena, but nothing she cared about to pay more attention too. She had witnessed carnage and torture and death, and war. It held no gravity or interest to her in the current moment.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 9:55 pm
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Have you ever seen something so broken, so raped and twisted from its former glory that you simply can't understand the horrors it had felt to become so utterly different?
As reiatsu cold as winter itself seeped its way into the room, he knew who it was, or rather, who it had been before, and Fefnir sat bolt upright in his chair. That frozen energy seemed to reach toward him, attracted by some unknown, unspoken need and desire to touch him, to caress his warm skin with its icy grip, cold as death. His eyes, wide with fear and anxiety, trained themselves on the door, awaiting something akin to a corpse, but finding nothing but a draft.
I don't make mistakes. I'm not allowed to make mistakes anymore. No one can correct them for me, so I have to be right about this... the red man thought, his inner voice frenzied and anxious, distraught by the idea that he may have been outmaneuvered by something hostile, that something may be trying to lure him out of the room, that any number of horrid things may be going wrong right before his very eyes and that he wasn't able to tell. It was just so hard to think about it when the thing you've wanted for so long may be out to kill you now. It was her, but it wasn't her.
It was Amie, but it wasn't. It was what they'd left her, what she'd fought for. She was a fighter, that was certain. It was part of what attracted him to her in the first place, all those years ago in Squad 13's bar. Yuki thought she was good enough to be his replacement as her VC, and more than that, the two just seemed to have a connection from day one. The Amie he'd loved was happy, and kind, and gentle, strong but compassionate, duty-bound yet empathetic. This feeling... this feeling was quintessentially her, reaching out and gently meeting his reiatsu the way she'd always done before, entwining it lightly.
Now though, it was like spring had given way to the desolation of winter before his eyes.
She was cold. And she was behind him.
When she spoke, every part of him seemed to simultaneously catch fire, and as he recognized that she truly was his love, it was like something broke. A tension he hadn't even known existed any more, that he'd lived with for so long it had become second nature, gave way. Crimson tears he thought had all dried up years before flowed down his face as he silently rose. Something stopped him from turning toward her, some silly fear that maybe, just maybe, she'd disappear again if he looked, and that everything he saw was some cruel trick his mind was playing on him.
His voice was broken when he spoke to complete the thought she'd started. "I s-still love you...." he stammered, and with an admission he thought he'd never be able to make again, things simply changed.
Have you ever seen something so broken, so raped and twisted from its former glory that you simply have to do something about it?
With his eyes closed a swift flutter of fabric, Fefnir took Amie Koigokoro into his arms...
And felt her become Amie Kamashiro.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 10:38 pm
∂єℱιиє чσuя ℳєαиιng σℱ ωαя ℸσ мє ιт's ωℎαт ωє ∂σ ωℎєи ωє'яє ℬσrє∂
"I s-still love you...."
Insecurities shattered like bits of broken glass, As Fefnir smashed through her fragile wall. The only thing that she could feel right now was the overpowering heat that was his reitsu, that was who he was, and she soaked it in. It warmed not only her skin, but her soul, a place frozen over for far to long from loneliness, and battles fought to now finally be thawed.
He still loves me.... That had been all she wanted, all she could have hoped to acquire from coming here, but she had always assumed it was to good for her. Life goes on, and so do people. Those four words melted away the fear that stuck to her skin like the frost on mid winter grass.
When her turned her eyes were struck with a bolt of pain.Those crimson tears. Her eyes themselves watered with joy at being in his presence, seeing him alive and strong and warm, the revelation that he still wanted her, but also for sorrow. It was that cold guilt that clutched her chest, that he had to be alone all this time, wondering where she was and if she was okay. That she had to leave him to his own, and couldn't be there to comfort him. To know that it was her own fault that he was a mess.
Fefnir brought her in close, and his scent overwhelmed her first, before the heat. It was as if her skin were coated in gasoline, her hunger and need for him, and every inch of his skin was a lit match. She caught on fire. The jump was extreme, from her cold skin to his flaming. One hand instinctively traced his shoulder, up too his neck, until it became tangled in his hair. Hot tears of her own finally pulled over her lids, as her eyes softened, and her lip curved into a small smile. He was here, in the flesh, and she could hold and touch him, instead of just seeing him in dreams and flashes.
Her right hand gentled caressed his face, thumb rubbing away the crimson tears, as she went from one eye to the next.
"I can't ever lose you again." She whispered. She had been afraid all this time, to speak louder then a whisper, as if speaker louder might wake her up from some kind of dream, or alert someone to destroying her new found happiness. But being so close to him, wrapped in his arms, in his reitsu, in his warmth....There was nothing in the world right now that could hurt her in any way. This was the safest place in all the world.
"Fefnir, My Fefnir... oh... She had so much to tell him, so much she wanted to confine in. she wanted to tell him everything, and be held tight, until all the nightmares faded away.This cold only dissipated when he was there, and she wanted to curl up with him, and fall asleep, safe and warm.
Instead though, for right now, she moved in closer, and let her lips gently touch his neck, and worked her way up, gaining slightly more force with each kiss until she found his lips. She tightened her grasp on his hair, as if loosing her grip would make him vanish form her arms. Her other arm gently rubbed his shoulder, in a pattern of grip and loosen that matched her lips.
If anything could put the pieces back together, it was Fefnir, burning the edges so they glued back in place. And although the picture would never be exactly the same, it could be whole again...
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:01 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X She was...
With her slight form pressed against him, everything seemed to shift, to move, to become whole once more, every subtle memory of her being roaring to life once more in his mind. For a moment, he could almost hear the quiet summer noises more than ten years in the past, crickets filling the cloudless night with gentle music. On his tongue, he could still taste the last little bits of cinnamon flavor in that stupid gum he loved to chew a the time, and he even smelled the sweet scent of lavender as it perfumed the air nearby. But most of all, he felt the soft caress of her small hands as they wrapped so naturally around him, and his around her.
She was so memorable...
Habits formed a decade before fell into place as if it were yesterday he'd seen her last, and he leaned his head down at her imploring touch, the same one he'd felt hundreds of times before. He hadn't even realized the hole she'd left in him when she'd gone, so long had it been since he'd had the solace of another being, an equal, who he could confide in, who could help him, and who he could help. Thin fingers gently pulled at the red trails streaming down his face, and it couldn't wait any longer.
She was so addicting...
His eyes, empty and yet so full of joy, opened and found the gentle hazel he'd loved to gaze into replaced with a powerful, darker chestnut, full of pain and joy even as tears streamed from them, carrying regrets and telling stories he knew in his heart of hearts already. His vision leaped from them to the flowing brunette locks he'd been caressing, to the ribbon holding it in the loosest pony tail. It was... longer, more wild that he remembered, and yet the absolute essence of the beauty hadn't been touched by it.
She was so beautiful...
It was in so many ways not a different Amie he beheld, just another facet of the one he'd never ceased to love and pine for, even after his reason told him to give up. She spoke, her voice the softest of whispers like wind through the leaves, and the words didn't even matter, but held the worth of a thousand manuscripts, more truth than the gospels. "I..." the red man barely managed to form, "I'll never lose you again..."
She was so delicate...
Soft lips, chilled slightly yet ever the warmest sensation he felt, pressed lightly against the bare skin of his neck, and it was all he could do to let her have her way and not interfere. He wanted the taste of her lips, ambrosia of the gods and somehow even more, but he loved her too much to simply take it, and knew her well enough to know she wanted it too. Lightly, her hands worked themselves into familiar stations, and his followed suit, one arm finding rest on her waist, imploring her to be closer, ever closer, and the other acting as gentle guide as the two met, heart and soul finding themselves shocked awake with rekindled fire and awakened hopes and dreams, thoughts and desires. It wasn't a kiss; this went beyond that. It was a celebration, a coming home party, the communion of two souls as they met each other again, perfectly complementary, and perfectly happy once more.
She was so sensual...
The red man couldn't help but smile, weak as it was, as they separated, and he leaned forward just enough to gently plant another kiss on HIS love, on HIS Amie's forehead. His resolve, knowing the happiness of such a meeting, had done its part to help Fefnir's voice, and his instinct provided the words for him. "You're not alone, not anymore..." he crooned as both arms rested themselves lightly on her shoulders, fingers deftly working, at something that he wouldn't want to spoil just yet, "And you never will be. I'll never let you go again. I'll be your warmth, your fire, your joy, your protector, your shield and your sword... I'll be your anything, Amie. But there's one thing that I want you to be for me..."
He brought his hands around in front of her, a small piece of purple stone surrounded by sparkling diamond and set into a thin band of pure, flawless silver setting in his palm, and took a knee, as if he were a knight bowing before his queen, and completed the thought.
"Will you be my wife?"
She was his.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 12:45 am
∂єℱιиє чσuя ℳєαиιng σℱ ωαя ℸσ мє ιт's ωℎαт ωє ∂σ ωℎєи ωє'яє ℬσrє∂
Hesitantly, and almost regretfully, she pulled away from his lips, but let a sigh of satisfaction escape. She was nowhere near done, and was not pleased at taking even a fraction of an inch back from him, but this taste was something she had been aching for for years, ten time worse then a smoker who couldn't afford cigarettes. It was a piece of what was soon to come, and so she separated, and raised her eyes to see what it was her Fefnir wanted her attention to switch too. Of course, in the back of her mind, was the enticing greed and craving for more of him, but she reminded herself that that would all be satisfied later.
Her cheeks flushed at the light press of his lips on her forehead. It always tickled her interest how the more innocent things made her blush like an old schoolgirl, for it was the pure innocence of it that made her feel secure, and the genuine compassion behind it that made her feel loved. His hands rested on her shoulders, and it took her back to the 13th squad roof, where he used to gibe a goodnight massage, as they stared up at the stars on color coordinated sleeping bags.
"You're not alone, not anymore..." Amie fought back the watering of her eyes. It had been so hard...She had fought so hard. To be able to stand down, and know that Fefnir would never let anything happen. It was to much. All the hardships she had to bear, no longer had to be fought alone, and all her fears would be illuminated like a fathers flashlight in a scared daughters closet. There was nothing to be afraid of anymore. She never wanted to go back to that cell, that cold, dark prison. And she knew that was an impossibility as long as Fefnir breathed.
"And you never will be. I'll never let you go again. I'll be your warmth, your fire, your joy, your protector, your shield and your sword... I'll be your anything, Amie. But there's one thing that I want you to be for me..."
Her hands had migrated down, to lie open palm on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, and she could feel the fire creeping from his pores, keeping her icy skin warm, like it used to be. Tears trickled down her face at the weight of the words. He was giving himself in every way he could to her sake, and she was overwhelmed by the gravity of each parts meaning. And she wondered if it were possible to love him anymore then she already did.
"Will you be my wife?"
Amie stared down at him with big eyes of passion and affection. She knelled down to the level he was at, brushing the hair from his face on her way down. He was lowering himself for her, but she didn't want to look down at him, she wanted to stare at him, on the same plane. "I will be your comfort, your guide, your student and your teacher....and your aid. And I will be your most faithful wife."
She wiped away her tears from the moment, and held out her right hand for him.
"Fefnir Kamishiro, I love you."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 2:06 am
Exhaustion: debilitation, extreme fatigue or loss of energy.
Frustration: defeated, disappointingly unsuccessful.
Those two simple words described everything Yuki thought and felt about her fight. Exhausted because of how much work it took to hit her opponent, with his seemingly impossible dodging skills. Her opponent had barely managed to lay a finger on her, yet she still felt the debilitation from having to jump around so much to actually hit the guy. And frustration that the judges hadn't even determined a victor yet. She would have thought the match had a clear victor, having well adapted to the situation at hand, but they wanted time to chose... Fine, those tight asses could have all the time they wanted. In the meantime, there was an old student of hers that all but screamed her name. She would never admit it out loud but,
She missed him.
When she wasn't desperately scouting the world for her lover, long since gone, or thinking about him in another way, she thought about her student. It was all she could do to hope that he carried on her legacy as best he could, even with his own love somewhere out there, just as lost as her own. Yuki took solace in the fact that at least one other person in this world shared her pain. Misery loves company.
It was a long tread up the steps back to the observation tower where her companion-in-sorrow awaited here, and as she opened the door the sensation at the sight she saw was akin to an ice cold bolt being shoot right through her heart.
Amie was back.
A thousand thoughts bolted across her mind, all clamoring for her instantaneous attention. "I've lost my student - Be happy for them - She's back - so warm - where has she been - does she know anything about my Nagi - is she alright - but so cold - is he nearby too - I want what they have right now - He is still missing"
It took everything she had not to cry right there. The sheer heartbreak of seeing a mirror image of the love she once had every day of her life displayed in front of her so close, yet so unobtainable. It was nothing short of physical pain shooting through her heart. Her hand went to her chest as her blood ran cold with memory and sorrow. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying as Fefnir knelt before his one true love.
"Will you be my wife?"
She sighed in her sorrow, as he said those words to Amie. Slowly, she closed her eyes mastered her sadness, tucked it away. She could not show weakness here, not in front of so many challengers, and especially not in front of her two most prestigious students.
When she had finally conquered her emotions, and was able to put on a cheerful face for what should be a happy and momentous occasion, she looked up. Opening her eyes, bright with half concealed tears and genuine happiness at the union of the two she chose to be her disciples. Just as the two did all but say 'I do' Yuki strode forward, a smile (almost literally) painted across her face.
"And by the power of Captain, I pronounce you: man and wife."
Walking up to them as she announced the end of the impromptu ceremony , her hands coming together loudly in the silence brought on by her booming voice declaring their union to the room of witnesses. The loudness of her voice sufficiently hid the little cracks in her voice caused by the sorrow only moments before. When she was close enough, she put her hand roughly on Fefnir's shoulder and looked him right in the eye, her face a plastered smile, while her eyes barely concealed her true feelings.
"Now go make out with your wife in the corner or something."
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 3:37 am
ENEMY,
you may think,_____
but never VILLAIN…__________
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X Gentle hands, calloused with countless struggles unknown but still so soft and controlled, carrying with them the slightest chill, brushed the long, carmine locks out of Fefnir's face as she too lowered herself, letting them see each other on even ground. How easy to disregard such a thing, even that carried such power, just for the sake of some misguided honor! Her eyes, those sparkling eyes, were twinkling like stars above that vast field of green, where the setting sun had painted its fleeting masterpiece and left in its place a stunning encore in the form of the celestial multitudes, silent witnesses who all the same seemed to cheer their union on its first announcement. What she'd been through, whatever it was that was so traumatizing her entire being had shifted based upon it, simply wasn't there at that moment; she was, in every sense of the word, the Amie he remembered, exactly as she had appeared in his deepest longings and most hidden dreams. That was an Amie who was an integral component of every decision that Fefnir needed to make, so when she spoke, he listened, and he listened closely.
And when she said yes?
Nothing else mattered. The two were an untouchable island in the room, full as it was of high-profile guests, violence, ritzy adornments and gaudy furnishings. That's what happens when an entire frame of reference shifts: things you might have been impressed by before just didn't quite hold the same appeal they once did, and things you can't share aren't things you want to even consider. Taking his fiance's offered hand, he pressed his lips lightly against the back, subconsciously doing the same thing he'd done years and years before and putting just enough of his fiery energy behind it to leave a warm outline, before he placed the ring on the proper finger. It wasn't exactly a perfect fit, but was definitely close enough to be wearable, and that didn't really bother the captain. They could always have it sized later, when they returned to Soul Society together, preferably hand in hand.
"And I love you, Amie Koigokoro," he answered, standing again slowly as he strained aging legs into action, "Or should I say, Amie Kamashiro?"
It was then that he heard a sharp interjection into the bubble of his happy world, making it official. There was something wrong with her voice, though, like she was upset about something. Had she lost her fight? No way. This was YUKI, after all. He'd cut off a foot before he'd bet against her. Fef turned his head toward his teacher, and his empty crimson eyes searched her expression for some meaning, but found only a smile there as she came over and patted his shoulder roughly only once and continued with the suggestion that he rapidly locate the juxtaposition of two pieces of supporting building structure, transport his spouse to it, and pursue relations vigorously there.
He glared at her. Well, it wasn't so much a glare, per se, as trying to not laugh a bit at her idea and at what had sprung to mind almost immediately afterward. With barely contained excitement, he asked, "Permission to skip a step?" and without further ado, took his wife in his arms and dipped her like all the good movie heroes did when they got the girl of their dreams, and planted a kiss on those ever-soft lips. The message couldn't have been more clear.
Welcome to my life. Kick off your shoes and stay a while.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
FOOL,
_____you may think,
__________but never SINNER...
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:53 pm
∂єℱιиє чσuя ℳєαиιng σℱ ωαя ℸσ мє ιт's ωℎαт ωє ∂σ ωℎєи ωє'яє ℬσrє∂
Amie stared fondly down at the ring that snug loose, yet not too lose on her finger. She held her fingers up and let the light shine off of the sparking diamonds, and hit the purple stone in the center. She was so curious to know what it was. It was beautiful, and of course, her favorite color. It was finished by what was of course real and flawless silver. For almost an entire moment she stared into the ring, mesmerized. It must have cost a fortune. She would never let this ring off her finger, never mind out of her sight.
The ring she had for him seemed to, well, pale in comparison. She could feel it's weight in her pocket, heavy, considering the metals it was made from. the ring itself was mainly made from Acanthite, which was a soft, glistening black silver. To make sure it wasn't scratched or crushed because of the metal, a slim circle of silver wrapped around it. Finally, engraved on the inside of the ring with thing gold lettering, was 'Sic erat in fatis' So it was fated. Amie had a soft spot for latin.
"Amie Kamashiro"
Amie chuckled to herself. she could get used to that. There was a kind of ring to it, something poetic, and she couldn't wait to start writing it. there was something about taking a last name that gave one a sense of belonging.
"And by the power of Captain, I pronounce you: man and wife."
The voice kind of took her by surprise. There was no mistake, it was definitely her old Captain. Although, she was somewhat embarrassed that she hadn't sensed it sooner. She was so caught up in her fantasy world, she hadn't been paying attention. A matter of fact, she had really little to no idea what was going on around her. Not that she cared in the slightest, but you know, incoming projectiles and other means of mass destruction from the stadium could pose a problem at some point or another. There was something about Fefnir's reitsu that just made her... well, stop paying attention. To everything but him, obviously.
Amie had never seen her captain upset, nor did she knw really anything about her. She lacked the time and experience with her as Fefnir did, and didn't catch the hidden pain in her words and body language. It didn't help that Yuki was so good at masking her emotions, either.
"Now go make out with your wife in the corner or something."
A flash of shock, and a different branch of embarrassment crossed her expression. One side of her brain was childishly excited to be refereed to as his wife. However, the second side was slightly offended by the comment.
Before deciding how to react to Yuki, Fefnir had scooped her up into his arms. At first, Amie was dismayed, she had her two cents to give, also. Not only that, but she wanted to apologize to her captain for leaving her without a second, she wanted to explain. She had been about to gently nudge her husband, but like her new icy complexion, all those thoughts melted from the heat of his lips. Those thoughts melted away and she felt her thoughts shift their center of Gravity to her new husband.
For a few moments it was a thoughtless bliss. Her body sometimes just acted on it's own accord, his body so familiar to hers. Amie tangled her arms around his neck, and one hand's fingers in his hair.
It was now, an especially because of Yuki's appearance, she realized that they had an audience. She gently pulled away, a small sliver of herself screaming out in protest, yet stayed close to his face. She turned her head. "Yuki-san, there's not a lot about the past few years I want to talk about, but If I could have, I wouldn't have left your command. If that means anything. I hope someday I can fight with you again. Summa c** laude.*"
Amie felt as if it that was one of the mightiest shows of stupidity in an apology, but it was all she could manage to muster. She sighed, and looked down. With a small rustle, she reached into her pocket, and gripped the ring. With a quick and easy motion, her hand flowed from the pocket to the hand that gripped her legs. she held it up in the light, and the engraving shone bright.
Sic erat in fatis.
She slipped his ring on, and looked up to meet his gaze. Her face was close, but not enough so that she could kiss him. She gave him a look that only he could understand. She was quite done with entertaining an audience, she was getting slightly self conscious. When the look passed, she rested her chin on his chest, and rubbed her cheek up against it as well. It was so peaceful around him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:04 pm
Yuki's heart broke a little more as she watched her two disciples, reunited, enjoy one another's company. The heroic dip-and-kiss maneuver that Fefnir did was entertaining to say the least. Even though it was a joyous occasion, the passion between the two brought back so many memories, and for just a moment, Yuki's mask of happiness cracked as she remembered Nagi.
"I promise that no matter what happens, I will never leave your side."
She slowly closed her eyes, as Nagi's words rang inside her head, and relived that single beautiful moment, including chasing down and tackling him in the grass. The moment was over before her two subordinates where done with making a new memory of their own, and her mask was back in place.
As Amie presented a ring to Fefnir, Yuki took the short opertunity to snag the nice squishy chair that the new captain commander had been occupying earlier that day. At the vary least, she could claim the variable throne of the room and enjoy the moment, rather than emotionally killing herself by reminiscing in the past.
She looked up as her old female vice captain addressed her, and for the first time since she walked into the room, she smiled. It was her old smirk, generally reserved specifically for the field of battle when she held all the cards. A sick sort of comedy danced behind her eyes as she chuckled like some sort of dark overlord.
"You could only fight along side me again if you left your husband."
Her eyes flitted towards Fefnir's haori, starting at his shoulder so that Amie might get the hint to look at it and check the number, but quickly flashed to his feet, wondering if he had been ballsy enough to dye her old captain's cloak red in her absence. It turned out he wasn't. The cloak he was wearing was not her old one, he must have had a new one commissioned. The clean cut bottom gave it away. The one she had was frayed at the edges where she had ripped off the bottom to suit her smaller stature. She chuckled a little to herself, thinking that he wouldn't fit her old one anyway, he was far too tall. But she had to wonder what he did with it. She stared at her old student, a questioning look behind her eyes, silently asking him what had happened to the old captain's cloak.
As her eyes gave Fefnir the once over, she made a quick mental note that he was missing his blade, and only just remembered that she had it on her waist. Feeling a little forgetful, she reached to her sword belt and grabbed both blades, the ever present argument that had been going on in the back of her head coming to the forefront of her mind as she held the blades. At the moment the two creatures where critiquing her battle. Kaji more determined to just make her feel like she did nothing right than anything, while Arthion genuinely wanted to help. She had to force herself to deal with them and their insistent blabber for several seconds as she held out the blades for Fefnir to take.
"I believe these are your problems."
She said, referring to the insufferable blather of the two ever fighting spirits, almost taking pity on him for having had to listen to the two for so long already. She thought she had it bad, with the silence and only her own thoughts to comfort her all these years. It was a wonder Fefnir hadn't killed himself with the constant chatter of so many voices in his head. Yuki truly, understood why silence was golden now.
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 9:08 pm
Ezru's portal opened about 15 ft from his old friend, and when he stepped out, his own conservation making him step back and watch this quiet and energetic and spur-of-the-moment wedding. He smiled as he saw this overpowering, yet delightful spark of reiatsu coming from his generally dour friend. His grin was accompained by a soft wave of his own earthy reiatsu that he involuntarily let loose then quickly reined in as soon as he noticed he let it loose.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Fefnir Kamashiro..." Ezru chuckled at the irony; his friend, finally married, and happy. While he, married, his wife wishing to kill him for randomly leaving twice, effectively making it so that he may never see her again. "Yuki-san..." Ezru bowed as he saw the captain "How have you been? And who is the woman? I know she is Mrs. Kamashiro now... but nothing else..." Ezru asked quietly. "And how have the fights been proceeding? I've been watching the massacres in the 7th Arena..." Ezru's smile was bittersweat "It's not even really a good fight... just a one-sided slaughtering."
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 11:49 am
Zaine shunpo'd into the room and hung back, after the fight he had just been in he was a bit bored and felt like it wasn't the start in the tournament he had wanted, it had been too tame and far too dull for his tastes. He wondered how much longer it would take the judges to come up with a ruling on the victor of the damn match was, sighing to himself he looked around the room and found himself in the midst of what appeared to be an extremely important event, the waves of nostalgia and emotion were so thick in the room he could almost taste them in the back of his throat, seeing the usually somber Fefnir in such a schoolboy-esque state of happiness was a truly surprising and pleasing thing to behold, realizing that he did not really belong amongst this group of people he further suppressed his reiatsu to a barely traceable level, in fact unless someone was actually searching for his specific reiatsu it would be impossible to locate him by it.
Slinking over to the bar area carefully the Vice Captain carefully place himself in the farthest stool from the group and watched in silence, his expression one of interest and empathic joy for the man who had at long last been reunited with his treasured person, speaking of the woman Fefnir was holding onto like she was going to dissipate into nothingness should he release her Zaine realized at last her identity, it was the long missing Amie Koigokoro, Fiancée of Fefnir who had been kidnapped by the hollow several years ago, Zaine recognized her from the reports he had read during his free time as he was often disposed to do, and upon reaching the rank of Vice Captain for squad 9 he found his selection of documents and the like had expanded quite exponentially, something that he found to be a pleasant perk to his promotion.
While musing these thoughts to himself he continued to observe the events unfolding, and as Fefnir put the ring on Amie's finger and Yuki pronouncing them husband and wife, clapping softly to himself he murmured, "Congratulations you two, may the bonds of your commitment never waver, and may you serve as each others sword and armor when you must protect the other, and the pillar for which one can find the strength to go on. I wish you both all the happiness that you could ever wish for, and the patience to get through the rough times." he concluded this blessing with a nod to himself and then with a smirk continued, "And for you Fef. I wish for your protection from the wrath of your new wife when she finds out about the naked woman who has been hanging around your office for a while." he chuckled to himself and ordered a drink, raising the glass to the couple in a toast he downed the amber liquid in a hurry and ordered another one. While waiting he caught sight of Ezru entering and commenting on the very fight Zaine had been in, his comments gave the bemused Vice Captain a chuckle, deciding that it would be safer to just sit quietly until addressed by one of these powerful people.
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Posted: Mon Aug 23, 2010 4:28 pm
His reiatsu completely and utterly hidden from being detected Gaius ghosted into the room and smoothly sat on a bar stool. A moment later a beer and a condensed hollow soul was sitting in front of him. He knocked back the soul and grimaced as it burned its way down his throat. His raven mark began to glow brightly for a few seconds as he purified the soul and partook of the majority of its energy.
He shook his head to rid himself of the aftertaste and tipped the bottle back for a few mouthfuls. He'd been ignoring everyone till he finished his meal, now that he had he realized it'd been a good idea, everyone in here was a shinigami it seemed, they tended not to like Bounto.
Gaius grunted almost inaudibly and knocked back another mouthful, this was going to be a looong wait.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 1:07 pm
Kojima came in without causing any ruckus, he was very adamant about his fight. He looked over at a empty booth, walking over to it Kojima sat down. Looking around in the room, he noticed his next opponent. This time he had no opinion of the person, going by the 'never judge a book by it's cover' method. Though like most people he tended to do that anyway, this time he didn't, he just looked at the opponent, then looked away. Kojima picked up a glass of ice cold water, drinking it. When it came to alcohol, he wasn't that tolerant. So, drinking before a fight would be absurd, water worked for him better anyway, no sugar.
"The 1st round seemed to be disappointing," Kojima said to himself staring at his glass. "Let's hope the next round is a little more exciting," Kojima this time was talking to his Zanpakuto spirit, which was standing right next to him, but, he was only visible to Kojima. "At least after this 2nd round, if it doesn't heat up then," Kojima paused and looked straight at Fefnir from across the room. "The 3rd round will," Kojima looked at him without blinking for awhile, then he looked over to his spirit Zelus. He stood up and walked over to a corner to sit down, placing his zanpakuto on his lap, Kojima began to perform jinzen. His mind was off into his Spirit's world, preparing himself.
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