"Yes, much better~"
// purrs happily~
"I will come up with a nice nickname for you in return~"
"I’m going to make fried squid rings out of you."
/: \: /:
"I’m pretty sure the kittens will be happy about it~"
"…Thought ya detest physical violence. So how it is in the end, hm~?”
"The end justifies the means, no?"
// cue smile
"I just don’t like that nickname - but if you seem to find it so nice, I believe I can live with it."
"I’m going to make fried squid rings out of you."
/: \: /:
"I’m pretty sure the kittens will be happy about it~"
“Good. ‘Cuz this was my aim.” Still chuckling under his breath Kenpachi had declared, slightly narrowed eyes sparkling playfully between the matted black strands as he regarded Milana from above. As rarely as he made up his mind to ever do it, when Eleventh captain decided to give someone a gift one could be sure it would be nothing to call it typical or bland — Kenpachis gifts were just like himself, raw and unpredictable, with air of mystery spicing up the whole process of receiving them. Gift itself more than often occurred to be simple, practical as the gift-giver himself would put it, but the same amount of attention as Zaraki Kenpachi paid to it he also paid to the ‘wrapping’ or whatever way of delivering the goods into the arms of person he fancied to provide with them, to the point sometimes it could be difficult to tell what’s meant to be the actual gift and what just additional adornments. Wrappings. “Gifts ain’t so fun when expected, eh?”
Ironic, isn’t it?
—To say such thing right here and right now.
Smug smirk that sprawled across his face in reply to the sudden kiss Milana planted on his cheek now had to give place to a gentle frown and a glance, keen kind that usually served eleventh Kenpachi to familiarize with new or not-exactly-expected situations. The hell she was ducking down like that…? Bewildered stare shifting quickly from one spot to another, tall captain turned a bit around and led the eye after his significant other. It wouldn’t take long until mystery was solved and realization had come upon untamed taichō that, by some puckish fate, gift he’d made turned out to be the same unexpected for himself. At least in part.
Precisely, in part that consisted mainly of little ball of black fur, curled shyly behind the doorframe.
“Eh…?” Eyebrows driving upwards as his wonderment was growing, Kenpachi squatted down too and joined Milana at coaxing still a little abashed kitten from its hideout. One arm propping himself up against the ground, he extended other towards the tiny black nose sticking out from behind the corner. Smell of fish and dried blood his hand still was besmeared with did its thing well. Nose twitched and flared slightly, just to be followed by triangular head and then the rest of kitten. In cautious, halting steps but it approached them eventually, still too diffident to let Milana or Kenpachi touch the black fur yet curious — or hungry — enough to surface back from hiding and, with some frayed ends of trust towards the kind that as of yet was only cruel, come closer.
“Heh, seems so. Hell knows how long the little guy been taggin’ after me…” He mused half to Milana, half to himself. “Has t’be freakin’ hungry. On the dead, looks as if was.” Cagy behavior and poor shape of the unexpected guest didn’t leave a place for doubt — the kitten had to be one of strays that roamed around Seireitei as well as its surroundings. With mild smile painting on his face he flicked fingers a little, trying to catch its interest and at the same time striving to not startle the still hesitant animal with any sharper move. After all, half-wild outcasts, no matter if human or not, aren’t the most trustful beings. Who as who, but Kenpachi knew it well.
All too well.
Sometimes a special person is needed to convince them that game is worth the risk.
“Hmm.” Brief frown crossed the definite features when captain reached up with bloodied palm to rub at his neck in thought. “A gift for Yuki, you say…” Sage green irises slid aside, back at Milana, and a tad lopsided smile had grown on his lips again. “Then maybe she should move her fluffy ass here n’ pick it up by herself, eh?”
Shy little guest now finding himself in Shinigami’s company indeed had followed a little too far inside the female’s home to flee all that easily, even that both of them would probably let the fur ball vanish whenever he decided so, but apparently that precise thought was also settled inside the kitten’s mind so instead of trying to hide and curl away even more, the smell her partner had plastered all over his hand was having it’s good use. By the time that little guy had found a long-stretched way out of hide-out, green eyes could wander along the small form in thought.
A bit haggard, fur was frayed, shaggy, probably due to lack of proper food, but overall he looked healthy, no lacerations or any kind of damage done to the poor little guy. “Probably yes.” Answer to first part of Kenpachi’s words left after a bit of thought in between of short pause, own dainty hand had retracted when smell was more alluring than gentle palm and place on floor was taken all too carefully, trying to not startle being so small it could be overlooked while moving her – comparative - much larger form.
“But before we feed him he needs to come out of his lair completely.” Glance was thrown over her shoulder back to the living room next door in the large corridor, knowing that she had seen snow-colored menace, while leaving to look what would make this unexpected amount of noises, curled up on one of the large armchairs.
Glance back towards actually still reluctant but overally interested black ball of fur, petite female decided for the easiest way to get their furry resident to look what was going on when master had entered just a few minutes ago, easiest way was namely a row of clicking noises that worked surprisingly well in showing for Yuki that there was something she should look at – or something for her actually ever hungry mouth.
Not even few seconds later white-colored head looked around the next corner quite taken aback by large ‘gift’ still resting inside the corridor’s space, but one might think the little cat had seen much more than this living under roof of two so exalted individuals as this pair. If cats would be able to raise an eyebrow, Yuki would have a full-skeptical view on her face, in the end just decided to follow Milana’s voice and look what both of them would do down there, and not using actual – for kitten’s nose – delicious smelling ingredients lying around so overlooked.
One glance around Milana’s arm, slight duck back again, snuggling around her back and closing in around the other side.
And now she waited.
“Exactly as shy as him it seems.” Mild voice resounded when her furry companion just nestled against her arm, and one slender hand reached out to carefully pet behind the pointy ears in mild wonderment why their normally oh so brave snowy pet was suddenly as shy as the sun on a cloudy afternoon, while everything in thoughts of this direction would be disregarded with a mild chuckle.
Black kitten that had by now taken a few steps towards Kenpachi’s hand wasn’t as sure anymore if should go any further, even with Yuki not moving and only watching the situation, not that little ball of dark fur actually looked like wanted to run away, merely like frozen in place unsure if to go forth or back and if it was okay to be here at all. What a mess, but at least the little guy didn’t flee. Green eyes diverted from the scene with a surprisingly light smile twitching up corners of her lips, glancing back at the tall captain who was kind of caught in scene with arm outstretched for small new guest to come further, now that is stuck between running away and staying, everything just got a comedy touch.
// blinks and pouts at
// grumbles grumbles grumbles~
Her voice was getting more and more annoying, and it reflected quite obviously on his body expression—back straightening even more and steps getting faster, as if to lead her out as quickly as he could. People wandering around Hueco Mundo and Las Noches was usually not something Kaname would care that much about, and the majority of the time he would just make sure they would leave as soon as possible; but that particular day was just a really bad one, and he wanted to see himself free from everything.
Still, Kaname was still polite enough to know what to do in a situation like that one, and he still had some of that old respect he would show in the old times, for those who worked under him. He couldn’t care less abour her name and, honestly, her reasons to be there; but she had told him hers, and it was only polite of him to do the same.
"Kaname Tousen." The name left his lips, but sightless eyes did not divert from the path they were taking now, even though Kaname couldn’t really see it. Whatever, it never was a real problem. "It’s not kindness; I’m following orders. Don’t misunderstand it."
But maybe deep down inside it was, indeed, some sort of kindness. Not the usual kindness someone would expect, but something distorted and twisted, like everything about himself and his past. And his present, too, as well as his future. He could have killed her right there and now; he had no permission, but he would not get punished for doing so—Aizen hardly cared about anyone but himself, and those who broke into Las Noches were just as indifferent as everyone else, if not even more.
So that could be, yes, some kind of kindness.
"You’re a Shinigami, are you not?" Voice echoed again, as uninterested as before. It was not that he wanted to keep talking, or that she did the same, but there was a little something that was annoying him more than her solely presence. “What were you doing here? I believe Soul Society warns their Shinigami to stay away from this place.”
She was irritating him. Her behavior, reason, way to speak, way to move, obvious acceptance of a situation unexpected how someone apparently ‘lost’ should react while encountering a possible ‘enemy’. All this was unknown to the male who had just introduced himself with the name Kaname Tousen, one the petite female hadn’t heard before, but truly would remember for the future. Milana’s memory was – after all – her strongest point. The most frightening one.
Irritation and interest were often to be misunderstood and confused for each other, had traveling brunette actually no reason to keep talking to the male, as he had no reason to maintain a conversation with her, something in the polite behavior of her side was in an obstinate way piquing him to start an actual talk. Not kindness – only orders.
“I am, indeed.” She had no reason to try and find eye-contact with him, were they walking side by side, and his blindness would make it unimportant either way. She would, if there was any inclination that Kaname had the urge to try and find her eyes, but for now voice would adjust to a low and soothing tone, something to overtone the confused tenor of his own. “But I’m not really interested in what Soul Society has to say.” As light as it was, left it lips without really pursuing an answer for his question. “After all, I personally believe more in what I experience myself, as in what is told to me.”
Lack of fear, lack of fright, the loss of recollection of certain emotions due to a missing link inside her memory.
Hence memory would be heightened, not missing a single detailfrom point blank on, even seeming uninterested, everything spoken, taken into account, could be brought back and moved against someone in the blink of an eye. Just because there was something missing. Something.
“Because…” And green eyes diverted to the side, not slowing her step, keeping up with the Shinigami’s set pace as a polite way to show Milana was alright with his lead. “…words are mostly in the end just what someone wants or needs to hear.”
moar sleeping muses ; ^ ;/
It was a rather calm day in the 13th division, nothing much to do, their captain visiting a few of the other division, serving for petite female to come to the realization that maybe everyone of the division leaders had such days in the months, going on check-ups, delivering paperwork - what should emerge as ‘partly’ true.
Depending on the fact who was visiting who.
Head poked out of her office-door when Milana could hear all too loud ruckus running through normally rather calm division (aside from their both 3rd seats, who liked to make sure Ukitake-taichou was ‘all-fine-and-in-best-health-and-condition-he-could-simply-be!’), wondering slightly whatever had happened that would serve for exclamations between surprise and sheer agony to move up into some kind of infernal storm.
It was - truth to be told - still much calmer than in many of the other squad-buildings, but nevertheless startling in rooms where you would wonder if anyone is even around.
With guest arriving it came to light that - yes. - indeed there were quite many members of Jūsanbantai in their offices or hurrying around to fulfill their orders and their paperwork, while dark-haired woman sneaked through large corridors and twisted ways to find core of uproar, interest piqued by all too known spiritual pressure drifting through the air in toned down try to not get too much attention.
It said everything.
Leaning against the doorframe, leading to ruckus and sound-filled room, arms crossed over her chest, head would slightly tilt - one time out of confusion, the other out of amusement, when with crooked smile her voice - still calm and gentle - would raise high enough for him to hear. “My office is in the other direction~”
Once again instincts didn’t fail him; what he looked at was a remarkable fusion of deadliness and elegance, closed in such inconspicuous, delusive nearly shell of the petite body. She had a porcelain skin and he’d bet she would crack like a porcelain too, if not the presence of that discordant sword, katana of length that seemed almost out of order when put next to her frail and slender built. Yet he’d seen enough to know that appearances are deceptive as fuck and it’s nothing ones who hold any value for own lives should rely on. Details regarding that female remained unknown for him — he didn’t know her name, affiliation neither current employer, but about one thing there was simply no way in hell he could be wrong. He knew that sort all too well. It could be hard to believe at the sight and realization of all the clashing contrasts between the behemoth of a man and refined woman across him, but they both belonged to the same breed. Tagged. Hunters. Predators. Ones who were making their living by taking others’ lives, cold and bare-knuckled, unprincipled and corroded to the marrow of their bones, in own respective ways and means always heading towards one goal…
Or better said — target.
Single eye one more time had swept along the dainty form of female killer, in slight twitch of lower lid changing its shape to narrower and somewhat consuming, as though had been meant to dent that untarnished semblance of her with its bitter fleer, deface and decay it so that it would fit in the world he knew… Without effect. Perfectly untouched by this infestation she still stood there, by design or not looking awfully good — but it wasn’t the particular reason that kept the tall hunter from carrying on with his job. There was something in this woman that made all the little voices in his head go apeshit and out of whole that fucking hell they raised a key message would surface to never leave that chick out of hand, never turn back to her, never let her take you off-guard no matter how much safe and relaxed she’d make you feel. It’s one of these mistakes you pay for with blood.
So similar… Too similar to her…
His senses were screaming but he ignored them, driven by curiosity intense enough to drown out whatever warning systems he owned. In some dire way this woman intrigued him; it was eating him up, inevitably pushing Kenpachi Zaraki onto inclined plane being the straight road to a fate no different than one which betided on him years ago. Endowed by some wrong-headed force with nature equally self-destructive as homicidal with each step taken he followed the path of danger, blinded by continuant shots of adrenaline unable to see this path was formed into a downward spiral leading to pitiful and painful death. No, he didn’t see it — till the day he barely managed to tear loose out of its crooked jaws and promised himself he’d never allow himself for such rash behavior. He didn’t wanna die. Not like that.
“Oh, should I thank ya for cleanin’ up the way then…?” Narrow lips had been skewed into a sneer as he took a short pause, in major part filled with blinkless staring of that lone lurid eye, now glancing impassively from above the dark underline of glasses’ edge. Yeah, she was teasing him and he knew it, but who said he couldn’t appreciate the view without the hook of such low trick being swallowed. Would be shitty to simply cut her down like that, on some dirty street, but on other hand he was at work; he’s got a fucking job to do and couldn’t let her stand in his way. Not today. “Damn well I’m going to. See, I don’t give a fuck whose tool you are and how much they paid you, I’ve got no business to you, but I can’t let you play merry hell with my contract. I can’t afford it and I will not. So get that little ass of yours out ‘round here and I’m not even gonna look in which direction you’ve gone. Deal?”
“Otherwise things might get… dirty.”
Surprisingly he got the all too openly laid out hint, blinking like a large billboard for him to finally take his dirty ass and bring himself off the street female hunter had set foot on, but even that he knew now that she was the absolute city- and way-cleaner for last maybe 10 miles, he did not move, quite the opposite, bringing abundant sarcasm to show once more, letting each word ooze with thick layer of actual courage, without a single blink. Ah well – Milana’s look was deceptive, it always had been, standing at around five feet five inches, with katana in complete length of four feet, therefore closer to Ōdachi than actual Katana, would she weight maybe half of towering predator in front of her. If at all.
Fair, elegant, dainty, slender, nearly pure in her looks – and clean in her approaches. Except for blood tainting and painting her path.
She would let him speak, ignoring his taunting question upon way-cleaning from her side, still keeping in place like stature made out of pure white marble, someone might think that actual twisted position of her body would get into strained force in a mere few moments, but it was the effect brunette wanted to get, therefore ignoring signals that should be ‘natural’ all too willingly. Especially that her body didn’t have those signals, not at all. Pain. Something so petty it simply went off unknown.
Dirty, hm? He wanted to hit a trigger he would regret.
“Who said I’m after your contract? ~” Words were spoken softly and in a lurid sing-sang that for everyone but maybe brutal hunter in front of her would serve for the claret to freeze in one’s veins. For everyone but ‘maybe’ him - well, this will be seen. “As for much as I see it, the pace I use to actually pursue this so called target with bounty worth a good few months, could be called a simple farce.” Hands still folded behind slender back, steps would pick up ever so slowly, one, two, three; like hands of obnoxious clock ticking in emptied room as excruciatingly slow and maddening sometimes there would be the urge to simply throw nearest object in reach against time inducer.
“I could have killed it long ago.” To be price – around two cities ago, the salesman in pursue was a stupid and naïve man, thinking that his bulls of security would be capable of holding back the so called tagged, and the male – stocky, fat, with a bit too less hair on head and maybe inside pants as well – had nothing better to do than pointing exactly this out in every bar and every dive his convoy would frequent on maybe five day long journey to the east coast. For whatever? Went unknown, wasn’t important either – mere fact that his so called ‘lifesavers’ had no work at the moment aside of swatting away odious flies was uninteresting. Milana was after all like a cat.
“But I didn’t because, aaaaah ~” She stood now halfway beside as well as behind him, still making no indication to reach for the long steel on her back, giving him the time to decipher if he wanted to attack or not. It wouldn’t matter in the end. “Maybe you figure this out too? ~”
It was an all too tedious game. She had no business with long-haired male as much as he had no business with female killer. Never seen his face before, not on any of the wanted posters or profiles she came across, nor did his description fall in one of corners or alleys suitable for economy much darker and gruesome than the one they so openly were paid for. No. There was another reason she trailed behind, slowly, too slowly, getting bored predatory waiting with toy dangled right in front of fair nose. Maybe he would figure it out? Glance accompanied by devouring smile when her form twisted in way abnormal for human being, serving for the feeble piece of cloth covering her upper body to be pushed away for even only a tad.
Silver chain around her neck was a sign barbarian had to be able to read easily.
And with the soft movements, the small plate, marking them as ‘toys’ or 'tools' came to show. And with it – only one sign.
The concept simply escaped him.
Somehow Kenpachi could picture himself it was meant to be a day of affection, giving it and, with some dose of luck, getting it in return, a day to spend together with this one person ones heart held the closest, but he never could understand why people need to show they love so badly in this one day while had like 365 of them to do it. His brain just couldn’t digest the idea as though it was some excessively heavy meal, maybe even with some nails and cullet added for better taste, and since through a series of events as fruitful as unexpected Zaraki Kenpachi has found his significant other his comprehension of this particular holiday fell below the Kelvin’s zero — where didn’t evince a littlest shade of will to move back up.
Hence in the day many of Shinigami were spending with their better halves captain of 11th division was nowhere to be found. Some missing parts of his standard attire kit would suggest that mentioned captain decamped hell knows where precisely in the day when should stay as close as only possible and from there road was not as long to tart assumptions that Jūichibantai taichō, known of his not especially effusive nature, simply slipped out of the town in the pale morning and hid away, so that not bothered by anyone wait out all that sweet-to-the-nausea valentine bullshit. Though, it would only prove how much so-called ‘public opinion’ knew about untamed taichō and not less untamed designs born underneath the unkempt mane.
Later they whispered that he’d come from the North Gate, that while was unhurriedly walking along the street the crowd was coming apart before him skittishly, maybe due to the grim reputation that trailed behind the infamous demon of Zaraki the same as bloodied path, maybe just due to the fact rubbing shoulders — even if accidentally — with someone who has arms smeared red up to elbows doesn’t belong to the most appealing perspectives. He enjoyed it in some way; not only that amusing perturbation his presence sowed over the alley but also the utterly mundane fact that such cleaned way would make it a lot easier and faster for him to reach the place of destination — with such burdensome load in particular.
Sun disappeared beyond the horizon almost completely when he eventually stood in front of her home – their home — tired and dirty like seven disasters but filled with some kind of… pride, he guessed. A satisfaction in regard of his freshly racked up valentine gift, where hunted would be probably a better word. Unnoticed by tall captain focused throughout on struggling with his precious prey, a little black kitten was toddling, allured by the smell of raw meat long streak of which dragged all along Kenpachis recent way. A low sigh escaping slightly parted lips, he covered the last inches of distance that still parted them and leaned with one shoulder against the frame, this more burdened, to support the appreciable weight of the gift while he’d be waiting for Milana to roll in here.
When only the door had cracked open, an actual gift had been laid — or more flopped — in front of the petite woman, any reverence being not really in place given the nature of mentioned gift. Falling down from Kenpachi’s arms just like goods from some barbarian cornucopia, a bear had landed on the ground with dull thud, quickly being followed by pair of ripe salmons. Latter instantly caught the kitten’s interest, tiny black nose scrunched up in sniffs of such appetizing smell while rest of the body still wasn’t sure how close it could come without setting off a violent protective reaction the little animal would expect from owners of all the tasty things. In the meantime Kenpachi just smiled and not long after barked with ragged laughter. He couldn’t help it — Milana’s face in this brief second was just too fucking funny.
“Heh… I like my gifts practical.”
Gifts. Truth to be told, petite woman now standing in front of towering captain with same as towering ‘present’ of wild nature, had not expected to get anything for today, but in the end – she didn’t mind it either. Valentine’s day was something not understandable as not perceptible as it could only get – maybe for both of them, did they know the actual nature and ‘reason’ behind such a day picked out, but for two people who initially were actually unknowing to the term love and how it would fan out in their lives just a good few months ago, such a day proclaimed as the one where you should show your love the most was maybe a laughable fashion. Hence why Milana didn’t expect anything.
Hence why mild features of normally composed face slipped in such unexpected way due to the large object now cluttering her floor and corridor, it was no wonder Kenpachi would start to laugh at it. She didn’t know how it looked, but apparently it was amusing.
“Gifts, hm? ~” It was when small woman had finally caught herself again, just to squat down besides said ‘gift’ of a large bear and take it into view a bit clearer, reaching out with one hand to fearlessly stroke over a part of un-bloodied and surprisingly soft fur. Practical was a term 11th division leader used for such immense hunted object, and she was well aware what exactly he meant with it, especially with salmon being so lovingly draped over normally immensely destructive beast, now looking nearly tame when the strongest warrior of Soul Society had taken his time to ‘prepare’ it as a lovely souvenir for his second half because of his day-long absence.
It served her to chuckle and in the end to laugh.
“Why thank you, I didn’t expect that.” She was thankful, yes, indeed she was - still saying such words between bouts of small laughter was harder than expected, but in the end – she should have guessed as much, or? When tall man had left in the morning, actually without telling his significant other where he would leave to, Milana had just shrugged it off, even with the rumors she knew would fly through Seireitei faster than a hell butterfly sent by the Captain Commander personally. It was not like they needed to show each other, that they were in love.
It was visible, sensible, perceptible, and palpable. Everything they never thought about moved into each other.
And still with the thought in mind that he vanished to ‘flee’ from this very day, just to not flee and think about and prepare something – yes she thought exactly that – fragile woman had prepared something as well, loaded the kitchen in the end with appetizing and delightful dishes for whenever he would return from this ‘day off’. It was her way to live and play with this special date in the year where you should show the one you hold the dearest exactly those very feelings towards him or her.
But they were highly different from a normal pair.
When getting up again with a bright smile lightening up delicate features, there was a stop shortly before regarding the hunter with another word, tilt of her head followed, moving gaze past the large form that was Zaraki Kenpachi, and down to the ground, where receiver of curious stare realized pretty quickly that was caught in sneaking up and getting a part of said gift, and with slight duck and fast movement hid behind the nearest doorframe. “Oh?” Careful steps were taken around the large prey and predator to it, (not without her giving appropriate thanks in form of a surprising kiss) and towards said wooden hideout of small new guest Kenpachi had brought along (unknowingly) with now to be used practical cooking ingredients.
Squatting down again, one dainty hand extended slowly, so that a small black paw would reach out, carefully patting at slender fingers. “Seems you brought another Valentine’s gift along.” Tilt of head towards her still smiling companion and life-partner of choice. “But this one is for Yuki.”
Days of prowl and pursuit drew hard lines in his face, ridge of eyebrow shelved heavily at single eye as it scanned through the nearest alleys — tiny part of that cardiovascular system of lanes and backstreets, vessels filled with black blood of city, raveled into one meshy web. Tall, slightly slouched silhouette seemed to be not much more than a shadow, perfectly merged with that barren and weatherbeaten landscape while in stride sure and limber he shifted from one sidestreet to another in search for his prey. It’s been a while since the last head he’d have pleasure to deliver in front of one of his employers and appreciable stocks in his deposit began to thaw a bit too fast, so time was high to get off the ass and earn own keep.
It wasn’t the first year he made a buck out of the fact some people liked to settle whatever business they had definitely — where there’s muck there’s brass, and tidy sum which the contract preached on always attracted some triggers and mercenaries which happened to be hard up for money (or just greedy) like vultures are drawn to fresh cadaver. Guys of his kind, they had no problem with cleaning off whoever hand wielding banknotes pointed at as long as it wasn’t some fucking brat — no children was one of these unwritten rules of his craft, respected by a surprisingly large part of that fundamentally rotten and degenerated scumbags for reason unknown even for themselves; maybe death throes of morality. Everything else was only a matter of price.
Problem occurred when one piece of meat had been thrown between two beasts.
Beasts don’t share.
Yeah, it seemed he’s not the only one ready to get their hands a little dirty. He’d spotted her some time ago, young woman moving almost in parallel with himself only on the opposite side of the street. Her slender shape has been flashing on the border of his sight field every once in a while, glimpsing against the walls and looming in the shadows while she was crossing the urban labyrinth, agile and soundless like a cat. Reluctant to believe she might be after target different than his own, Predator slowed down his pace to shot another long glance in her direction. Pushed down by long finger, left corner of dark glasses lowered slowly to let the pallid eye intake the scene. Without a single blink it rolled over the bland topography, scanning it inch by inch, meticulously, trying to find the fastest way behind her back. It didn’t take long and he was already there, for a while getting off his hunt on behalf of tailing that woman who could starve him of the desired bounty with one swing of that blade of her. Ah yeah, blade. It only added to the interest her person kindled in the hunter — not only as potential rival, one could say — serving him to creep along a mere dozen of meters behind her instead of fixing things up right here and right now. It’s not that hard — you just point and shoot. Simple deal, hm?
Not between the tagged.
Bony digits one after another wrapped around the hilt of his own katana as the distance between them closed. Serried steps and muted breaths counted down to their inevitable meeting, barely able to be caught by human ear — yet ones like them could be called anything but human. Nobody else would hear that whisper of death — but she did, by it only fueling more that morbid curiosity which already consumed him. A lopsided smirk that sprawled across his face at this glance contrasted slightly with his overall stance, suited more for quick and brutal backlash than laid-back natter, but he wouldn’t make a move yet. Whatever, if she’d like to move herself the fuck outta his way, he wouldn’t hold too much of a grudge. There were better things to hold in sight… If not, only thing he’d be holding was prize for her little cute head.
“You are bad at hiding.”
“Maybe I’m not tryin’ to…?” Eyebrow raised mockingly when he tilted head aside with quiet tingle of bells, after one more step forwards coming to a halt before amount of the ground between them would’ve become too tight. It was not more than four longer steps, yet all enough for him to draw and put up a block if some attack would come, or dodge and counterattack instantly. Through the smoked pane of glasses he watched her every move, too experienced to be misled by that uncannily mild surface. It wasn’t the first one of this kind he had an occasion to face; he was seared with scars, and to this day their throbbing was only a sour reminder that behind these serene eyes and gentle features there’s nothing but machinery of the devil.
“Are you good at hiding? Cause soon you might need to.”
“Aren’t you cute?” Sarcastic retort only oozing with thick layer of falsely tainting amiability was given back when actual insult was thrown towards Milana’s person all too carefreely. Hunter per hunter – this one was a tagged as it seemed, same as herself, just with the utterly large disgrace of being an arrogant overestimation of a predator’s prey. Still standing with back to expected attacker, there was nothing more than a small huff released from the shorter female’s lips, before with one shake of raised pate, the long and dark strands would slightly obscure Katana closer in length to herself than anything that could be considered ‘normal’.
“I never hide.” Because why? From all the time spend in cities bloated with beaming life like overfed leviathan, no one, no matter how often, had ever managed to find woman that was more like a shadow than actual living being. Or attack her and live - for that matter. Even walking over emptied street in the middle of fog-heavy night had only brought for her pursuer an unpleasant – and extremely fast – end, than for herself even the lightest shade of scratch upon milky skin.
She hated dirt – in every sense of the word.
Not a good point of strange man chosen to come too close and actually have the urge to threaten her, if this is at least what it can be called. A ‘threat’ for the mere word how it should be looked at, is the actual menacing inclination upon someone’s well-being, interest, pursue or even life, so if the frail hunter would now point out that towering sword-wielder behind her was an actual ‘threat’, she should run and even hide, like pointed out would be needed soon. But in the end – he was nothing but a filthy nuisance, serving for verdant eyes to roll in mild annoyance.
Head lifted, glance over her shoulder, eyes wandered down, wandered up again.
If he might be able to actually read her openly displayed expression provided like a book with bright and red letters, he would know that she was for – one – disappointed, for – two – disgusted, by his veil behavior as well as grubby and grimy looks. Wherever this urge to keep everything clean and perfect came from; Susto had no idea, wouldn’t guess either, it was fixated and settled in her mind, moving brunette to be one of those very chaser and fighter that would tidy up a blood-underlined massacre scene with nothing more than a few cuts, keeping herself, as well as head-hunted promise of good lifestyle as clean as possible.
If not for the certain realization that throwing dirtied sword away and searching for a new one was actual a tedious work to do, Milana would even now fulfill this rather strange habit. But clothing of ‘interlocutor’ was as well suitable to clean rest of actual ‘lively’ conversation than explaining to every blacksmith around why there was new need of personally fitting ‘cutting knife’. So at least this stopped.
Disdain in voice, lacing every word ever so slowly and for him to actually get in his head without having to speak out correctly that he should take his ass and pester someone else, a small huff escaped her before another tidbit of information was uttered all too viciously. “You don’t seem to wonder, so I will ask you right away, I guess you haven’t seen any other hunter on the way aside from me?” A turn of her lean and slender form, folding dainty hands in a nearly juvenile picturesque farce behind her back and blade, not out of desire to reach for it like tall bloke just had done in obvious preparation upon a possible painful encounter, but to keep it from swaying left and right – yes, the sword was, if thought correctly, too large for her petite form. “Guess why~”
Streets were surprisingly empty close to one of the largest collecting and reloading points inside this forsaken land of the damned and corrupt, squeezing themselves through the eye of the needle reaching for utmost profit in form of a long thread held out for them from a place even more sinful than the one employing the two clashing minds standing in front of each other. Government and politics.
Folding hands behind her back also had another nice little effect~ But it was just a child’s play, to get this man to look at her rack, more like at whatever she was doing else, no need to make use of it, but it was fun nonetheless. In the end – all of them were nothing more than beasts. “And then decide who of us both should hide.”
Unswerving pursuit of target of choice took a tad longer and a bit more twists and turns through cities and local towns than expected, the man followed by now, indeed, someone who should be unaware about pursuer approaching on near to ghost-like steps, but due to some strange string of faith, the man on the hit list would move out of sign – or sight – everytime petite female would be capable of closing distance all too quietly.
She could simply barge in and kill everything on sight, no?
Ah – this would provide herself; clothing, sword, being in itself, with so much filth and dirt.
So nothing more than an exasperated sigh would leave her lips, sword carried for faster use in left hand, moved back onto retainer and clasp on her back, fastening the long katana with a few well-placed tugs while hand would reach up to stroke through and dishevel the long dark-brown hair. How long was she now after this one target? No clue – but it felt like weeks, even that it was probably just days, the annoyance behind the whole endeavor surely plastered all over the surprisingly mild features of verdant eyed female.
The only reason, surprisingly, why the dark-haired woman would find herself on the a-little-too-long hunt for this specific man was indeed not the appealing head money added on one of the richest men inside this country. If so, he would long be gone and dead as well as buried (or even burnt) by now, the rather annoyed looking hunter had better things to do than digging after a prey that could not even defend itself. No, the only cause were the other bounty hunter following suit and after him, seemingly in the belief that with the death of said salesman, they would be capable of making a living rather fast.
Only that Milana by now got bored with all the half-length weaklings and cowards crossing her way.
A peevish sigh. Glance over her shoulder. “You are bad at hiding.”
|Pachi:||// smiles and licks her ear with the very tip of tongue~ then reminds himself that she's after all sleeping and shouldn't disturb her, so lies still again a while~|
|Milana:||// wriggles a little when feels the licking, and yup - that woke her up - glances at him kind of confused~|
|Pachi:||// curses internally~ and aside from it just looks at her, smiling lightly~|
|Milana:||// smiles back and tilts head a little // You should sleep too~|
|Pachi:||Who the hell would sleep when bodies are so funny to play with-- // blinks. // --WAIT.|
|Milana:||// blinks blinks helluva confused and then smirks // Playing with bodies hm?~ I prefer being awake with that~|
|Pachi:||NO NOT THIS WAY. // spreads flat against the bedding~ // You just started to stroke me so i was curious if there will be some change if i'd start to stroke you too and... Fuck.|
|Milana:||// can't help but laugh because of the wording and the implications. // Oh well, yes, i move quite much in the night, that i know. // still chuckles // I didn't want to disturb you.|
|Pachi:||FUCK NO NOT FUCK-- // blinks and stops when hears her laughing~ // ....Ah. You didn't disturb me. I havn't been asleep anyways. And it was nice.|
|Milana:||Alright. // still chuckles because can't help it // I bet i move all the time, even when you are asleep, so it might have disturbed you before - if it didn't, it's good~|
|Pachi:||....I didn't have a clue you do. // stares still with slight fascination~|
|Milana:||// smiles // And i seem to do it otherwise when you 'play with my body'. // smirks~|
|Pachi:||Nah, i knew you move a bit in sleep, it's normal thing, but i didn't know that so much. And so....precisely. // smileeees~ // Playing with body let's just... LEAVE.|
|Milana:||Ah, that's probably why i curl on you the whole time. // smiles too and smirks // What? You said you liked to play with me~|
|Pachi:||Yeah i liked. // grins~ // I need to consider staying awake like that more often.|
|Milana:||// chuckles // As long as i fall asleep then, it should work~|
|Pachi:||But only as long as i DON'T fall asleep then. // laughs~ // But i wouldn't complain if you were awake either.|
|Milana:||I could move then how you want, if I would be awake too. // chuckles and strokes over his chest lightly~|
|Pachi:||Heh, now i don't know what's more fun, to not have a clue how you're gonna move or make you move how i want.... // chuckles and kisses her lightly~ // Dilemma.|
"Oh? Well, shit- I ain’t too busy," he smiled and winked her way, "No worries. I’ll make up for it somehow. ‘Sides, who does their work here anyways? We ain’t exactly well known for bein’ on time."
As much as he knew he should be working, he just couldn’t pass up entertaining a beautiful young woman while he could.
"Say, why’re you here after the Captain, anyways? You got him some paperwork to do? You know," He leaned on a wall near her, smug smile still lifting his lips, "he ain’t too keen on paperwork."
"That’s good to hear." It was brought forth with a smile, truth to be told, Milana knew about the work ethic in Kenpachi’s division, as much as the captain himself despised work, she figured it would have gone over to near to all the division-members. Aside from Ayasegawa-san.
"Oh…" Ah well, she had figured, depending on how close and a little flirty the male in front of her was, she couldn’t help but smile a little wider. Reaction would prove to be interesting?
"He is my partner, I meet him sometimes after work, or he comes to fetch me over at the 13th division." Only that today it hadn’t work, as well as Milana wasn’t able to feel him close. "I got off earlier today, so that’s why I seem a bit forlorn~"
"Captain, eh?" Kenta smiled, nodding once, "Well, I ain’t seen him around today, he’s prolly off somewhere sleepin’ or maybe he went out to get candy with Yachiru."
Why would she need to see the captain? Must be important.
"I’ll tell ‘im yer here if ya want. He’s gotta be ‘round here somewhere."
"I would maybe even wait, I have already finished my shift for today." He seemed a little confused, serving for the petite female to simply smile, she didn’t expect everyone to know how close she was to the Juuichibantai-taichou. "After all, I don’t want to keep you away from your own work, you were on the way to something?"
She would not keep the male longer than needed, but if he was willing to share a few words, Milana wouldn’t mind~