“May I remind you that him becoming one of us was completely his decision?I couldn’t really care less if you don’t lend Soul Society any assistance but I do care about you lending Ichigo a hand when he needs one regardless of the situation.And even if the Soul Society intended for him to suffer,I truly do despise seeing him in pain.They say like shinigami like zanpakuto but you clearly don’t resemble him.”
“You’ll never know what he means to me.So what if you’re his Zanpakuto spirit?That doesn’t mean you know what he is to me.If anything,I want him to always be happy even though I am aware that isn’t possible for anyone.And if I ever ruin his happiness,it’d be something not intended for any reason whatsoever and I’d take full responsibility,knowing you wouldn’t let something like that go so easily.Do whatever you please should his days of light be replaced by rain.Just something to keep in mind,I’ll be there with Ichigo in his times of darkness and with you seeming to do something doesn’t intimidate me in the least.Like me,you want Ichigo to always be happy.”
” I said I could see, not know Kuchiki, get it straight. And of course I wouldn’t resemble my wielder: confused, foolish and lacking proper guidance. I—along with Zangetsu-ossan—serves as his mentor, a figure he could rely on when things gets too tough for his mind and soul to handle. ” The bankai spirit spoke in a monotonous fashion. A pale hand ran through his midnight-black hair and raked through his soft tresses, casually combing it in place while listening to the petite soul reaper chatter about, facial expression remaining placid as ever.
However, by the end of the female’s speech, the university student found the edges of his lips tugging upwards in satisfaction. Just the words I wanted to hear from you, Kuchiki Rukia.
” Now that I’ve juiced out your thoughts for my wielder,….. ” Arrogance that was surrounding the spirit dissipated gradually, immediately being replaced by contentment. ” …. there should be no need for me to continue. I do apologize for my assertive rudeness, I had to do so and see things with my very eyes in order to assure if you are genuine towards my wielder. What do I say? I’m glad, I guess. “
“I never said anything about not being familiar with your reiatsu.If you’re not surprised,you got another thing coming.”
” I could care less about your opinion, but I will be frank to you, Kuchiki. Even if I am not of speaking terms with that foolish Kurosaki as for the moment, I strongly do not like the pain he has to suffer with the endeavors you and the other shinigamis have to put him through. I will not hesitate not to extend any help should Soul Society come and need my wielder’s help for the countless time. ” Shifting his weight into another foot, the male stood tall, not bothering to use any pleasantries against the ice mistress.
” I am not blind either. I could see what my wielder’s existence means to you, and I see he is happy with that. Though should that time come and you destroy his happiness….. “
“How do you know my name?”
” You cannot even recognize the reiatsu of the one who saved your life constantly? although I wouldn’t be surprised. “
“What are you looking at?!”
” I wasn’t looking at you, Kuchiki. I was staring at the grey-headed messenger. “
His steady gaze remained unfaltering, and his face remained bleak, if monotonous. Haschwald had almost immediately grown tired of the others presence, and began to wonder how much more of this useless conversation would have to drag out. Perhaps he could simply not respond to her, walk away maybe? He shifted a bit on his foot, with half a mind of doing just that. However he stopped, and eyed the young girl before him for a bit longer. Hopefully he wouldn’t find himself in situations like this too frequently during his stay here.
“It’s a shame you didn’t appreciate it, my work,” he commented in a tone that directly corresponded to his expression. “If it hadn’t been for me stepping in to stop your foolish master, he would’ve been obliterated on the spot by His Majesty.” Haschwald didn’t think much of his words, though he knew they were true. “If anything, you should be grateful to me for sparing his life— and yours as well.”
The damn German quincy’s last reply had successfully hit home on the bankai spirit’s nerves. It was times like these when the male had to remind himself that lashing out was no better than admitting defeat. To say that the spirit felt challenged was a severe understatement, he felt livid.
But of course Tensa Zangetsu will never let his growing temper surface out for his satisfaction. ” My, my. I’m sorry. I was never informed that I actually owed anything to anyone—more to a being such as yourself. ” His voice, which turned womanly due to the gender-bending spell, rang so apologetically sweet and was heavily induced with sarcasm.
” My wielder is a very foolish man indeed, I apologize for his behalf. Now, I believe we should drop the pleasantries, it doesn’t fit well in this conversation. ”
His her feminine lips blossomed into a full, serene smile and stared at the tall man with her gentle maiden blue eyes. ” Don’t prat around yet about owing you my life, things might turn around should your follies come and actively seek me once again to need my aid for your propaganda. ” Tensa took his time walking past the blonde, heeding no care whatever his reply might be. The soft click-clacking of her heels stopped just by the quincy’s side and brought a dainty hand to touch his shoulder. ” I guess I’ll see you at the library soon, oh am I such a lucky student librarian.” And with that Tensa sauntered off with grace, letting his long, wavy black hair sway in the breeze and casually wiped off his hand against the academy uniform’s skirt.
Turning his attention back to the cup of cooling tea set before him, slender fingertips dancing around the edges of the cool marble surface before pressing into the cup and lifting it to pale rosy lips, pausing mid way at the almost random question.
Onyx orbs slid to glance at said feline and owner, before returning to his tea in lieu of providing an answer.
“She isn’t much of a hassle to begin with.”
” I see. ” Pale hands continued stroking the fluffy white mass of fur, combing it until it became tangle-free to his satisfaction. The older raven-haired already expected his enigmatic roommate to be indirect with his replies, which was of no surprise should the younger Uchiha not answer his next set of questions directly again.
” It seems during one of those times you were away, my troublemaker of a cat decided to snoop on some… things in this room. ” Baritone voice rang out monotonously. ” It was quite interesting, really. This little trot here kept on clawing at under your mattress. I thought one of her favorite play-toys might have slipped under so I lifted it up and— oh well. ” A light, hearty chuckle escaped from the older male’s lips, indicating that he might have discovered a secret after seeing whatever he saw under the younger Uchiha’s bed. ” I never knew you kept so much food for just one cat. ” By the mention of food, Tensa’s fluffy domesticated companion perked up and in an instant, plopped its way towards the younger Uchiha’s arms.
” You can always bring it in here, you know. “
Long lashes flutters repeatedly as she stared at her reflection in an unsatisfied manner, trying to make out any crucial mistake that could ruin her night and so far the only thing that bothered the fullbringer was her dress, she wondered if it was good enough, did she look alright? maybe she looks ridiculous and she just couldn’t see it, because of her myopia, times like this, it makes her consider wearing a pair of glasses and maybe even go far as wear contact lenses,maybe someday when Riruka over grows her dreadful stubbornness, but that day is not today.
A half an hour later, the pinkette had found yet another despicable blunder, her hair that was usually tied in pig tails is now worn down in a gentle wavy curls, her full bangs combed perfectly extenuating her face, “maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all..”
”..y—yeah I should put it up..” she decides, holding her hair carefully, the bringer was just about to pick up her usual hair scrunchy when the obnoxious gentle knocking on her door completely threw her off, she glances over her wall clock and that’s when she realizes that she has no time to change anything anymore.
With a deep breath she opens her door, anxiety from when she was alone perfectly kept hidden in her usual facade, ” about time y—” awe struck nervousness, it was a pretty surprise that cut her off, she knew Tensa was a good looking boy, yet she didn’t really expect him to look even more attractive, what on earth has this boy been drinking?! “you arrive” Riruka dumbly continues, shaking her head lightly, “you look like you’ve been running around, are you alright?” it was her way off trying to shake of the feelings she got from him— he was certainly pleasant to look at, she simply did not want to stare.
Finally the mahogany door opened, revealing a cerise-eyed girl with magenta hair flowing off in waves. The change in hairstyle alone was enough to pique the spirit’s interest upon his ‘fake’ date. If looks were of matter for the spirit—sans the ribbon that was overly large to his liking (but suited the girl just fine), he can safely say that he was definitely pleased. ” Of course I arrived. ” Tensa replied dismissively. ” Indeed I was out almost all afternoon to arrange things, but that’s of another concern. I didn’t know you’d actually get worried about my well-being. ” The edges of his pale lips tugged upward in the slightest fashion, the only thing indicating the light teasing intent in his statement uttered void of any emotion.
Crystal blue orbs took note of the periwinkle scrunchy laced on the fullbringer’s dainty hands, and it didn’t took a genius for the midnight-haired male to know what it would serve purpose for. ” Don’t. ” Without warning, lithe fingers stretched out and calmly snatched the hair accessory out of her grasp, tucking it safely in his pant pocket. ” You look better with your hair down, such a waste for you to show up at your first school event looking plain and normal sans the uniform. ” Once again, the male let his knife of a tongue do their own talking. Could he actually throw in a sentence of compliments without adding any detrimental note, would take years to master.
The walk from the female dormitories towards the event area was short, and in no time the duo found themselves standing just before the event’s grandiose entrance. Tensa’s commitment to the band wouldn’t be needed until much later when the party starts, which meant he had nothing else to do aside from pretending to be the girl’s escort and keep that unruly mane of his combed in place every twenty minutes or so. For now the male was stuck with showing social pleasantries, and sadly he had to be at his best (meaning keeping his sharp comments down to a minimum) and instill all he’s learned from the now defunct Social Etiquette class.
” Hold my arm. ” He stood by her side and offered the girl his left arm to hold. ” It would be of best interest if we socialize with other people, if you want that award on your hands. ” By now Tensa wasn’t sure if the girl was made aware of the… surprise ‘competition’ circulating throughout the night. Surely she must have noticed the large list of the attendee’s names written in flourished handwriting hanging beside the entrance, right? ” And—do you know how to dance? “