The Shinigami had been quite distracted by her own work, focussed on the papers on hand, making sure to not miss an important detail while filing, one after another, the forms over this quite tedious task. Milana was used to it by now, much paperwork would be given to her, mainly because she would tend to it rather swiftly, being still an unseated officer was it one of the options she had to help in the division, not that the long-haired female ever thought of actively trying to climb the ranks, frankly, she was content where she was.
Brow was folding into creases upon some tidbits of informations the female was reading at the moment, serving for the fact that she was so sunken into thoughts, she didn’t even realize the approach of a person, more so of reiatsu long known to her, until – with a quiet tap – Milana could hear something sat down besides her, the shift of the chair next to her person, serving for a small gasp to leave her lips and green eyes widened while the Shinigami looked up at whoever was approaching and thought about spending time with her.
“Thank you, Ukitake-taichou ~” With few words the petite female would lean back in her seat, taking up the tea with a smile and nod of thanks, to then take a sip, feeling the warmth and relishing in the taste – it was very good, but then, her captain always had had a favor for tea and the possibility to bring out the best flavor possible.
It were a few moments in silence until Milana moved a little, glancing slightly at the taller male that, by then, had started to take a look at her, still, unfinished work, serving for a soft sigh to be released through lightly parted lips – ah, while he was here, she could at least ask him a question to the topic on hand and the place where it had taken longer than expected to fill in the proper forms. It was always like this, after all, with a bit of help a task could be fulfilled just a little bit faster ~
Carrying a mewling and fluffy bundle that would glance with large and golden eyes over the whole division, had been a rather normal occurrence as of lately, seeing that they, without a doubt, could stay alone at home, but would rather follow either one of their owners to respective work-place. Normally this ‘request’ was underlined with quite disastrous concert and sometimes even hiding of furry form inside large sleeves of kosode, haori or kimono, so that saying ‘no’ was formally out of question.
So this time, Milana had both of them with herself: two kittens, to be precise, one black and one white. The larger one of both was the snow-colored queen now sitting tamely on the female’s shoulder, glancing around as if she would own the place, the little coal-ball on the other side was hiding himself in the folded sleeves of her attire, seeing that it seemed to be a rather promising place to explore a part of division building they had not been in before. Even that fluffy exploration troop was not shy at all, they would rather stay close to their ‘mommy’, making sure she wouldn’t vanish around next corner and leave them alone in all too loud and too overly large place where they – both of them knew as much – would not belong inside.
The way was taken towards her captain’s office, lifting, in walk, one of her hands slowly to keep Yuki from simply jumping close onto something she saw as interesting, the giggle that escaped the long-haired female was probably to be heard in her superior’s office as he had the door open.
One glance around the corner. A smile. “Ukitake-taichou ~” Voice was cheerful and soft, and when Milana stepped inside the doorframe completely, only one of her furry companions was visible, the other hidden in the depths of her sleeve. “If you have a bit of time, I would like to introduce you to someone ~” And it was, without a doubt, not a person.
Sprawl of the town was becoming more sparse and scattered from minute to minute as trail led them ahead, further and deeper into east precincts of Rukongai. These grounds were unfamiliar for him — Kenpachi himself hailed from northern part (and even there it wasn’t uncommon for him to get lost), so all navigational business he trustfully left to management of his better half.
Now, in silence, they were tearing through immensity of herbage, in places reaching nearly up to waist. Seems whoever had planned it out, found road a redundant luxury. Whatever — somehow they had to walk there, Kenpachi only hoped quietly that any overzealous yokel wouldn’t jump outta bush with pitchfork to avenge all the trampled culms.
Not that he wasn’t prepared for such circumstance — unlike with captain haori, old jagged blade stayed at the ready under the long mantle flung untidily upon his shoulders. All other equipment he’d left at home. Being recognized was the last desired thing now, during this so personal journey in particular.
Although they were doing everything to pass as unnoticed as possible — just a pair of random wanderers — keen stare was shifting left and right in the shade of hood, with no let-up scanning the surrounding landscape. Loaded for a battle, even while didn’t know what he’s going to face.
Yeah. Zaraki Kenpachi was worried.
Nah, not about himself. He couldn’t care less about himself.
He was worried about her.
Idea had come up a few weeks ago and caught him… not aback really, but somewhat unprepared. A single thought to refuse or wave it away never crossed his head, no fucking way, but he needed a while to let his mind settle before a task of this responsibility could be taken up. Obviously they talked about it, all the details and arrangements need to be set ahead of time, and he agreed to help Milana without hesitation, but nothing could change the fact that Kenpachi, never the easily disturbed one, was simply worried about the impact that travel could have on her; on them both.
To the very moment he didn’t know what role in the whole thing he’s gonna play. No one could know. But since it was Milana who asked him to be there with her, one he knew for sure: there was no place for failure and no time for unstable decisions. For being weak. Haori could’ve stayed at home, but it didn’t change that after years of duty Zaraki Kenpachi was most of all a captain. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he was a captain, ins and outs, through and through — and as it becomes captain to do, once he embarked upon something, was going to lead it safely to the port or go down together with it.
No matter what would befall him to fight.
What fight would she have to go through—-
—-they would have to go through.
Milana didn’t know, and couldn’t imagine it either. The thing that was sure in this journey they now were going on was, very likely, that whoever knew her was aware about her discomfort in lack of memory, being one of the very few people who was used to simply storing away any information possible – the blank point in own past was driving the normally reserved woman to ask her significant other after a very personal request for help, something that, without a doubt, would and had to come across strangely for the first moment to imagine, then would become clearer with each second passing.
It was a long walk, indeed, down to the districts being numbered with sixty in first, was herself able to recognize each and every single part of those little towns and ways, now seemingly forlorn and abandoned. But, frankly, there was still a bit of life here and there, hiding from overloading reiatsu the tall captain at her side was able to emit – even that they stayed hidden for the most part, it was not that his strength was obstructive, moreso, able to smooth the way and help from being disturbed.
Hand stretched out when they stopped in another little town, fingertips lightly gliding along a crumbled and roughed up wall, made from whatever the residents had been able to find to built up a shack for the cold and inhospitable times.
It seemed so far away now, the fact that herself – and also Kenpachi – came from one of those lower districts, had to fight for life and survival, to find shelter and food, now they both were in Soul Society, securely and safely staying in each of their own divisions; having friends, people to trust, having a partner, something they never thought was possible to gain in a world that was forbidding for true emotions.
A sad smile.
It wasn’t quite the place where Milana was aware would, hopefully, come back whatever had been lost in time, but a beginning, indeed, serving for a glance out of green eyes, slowly up the figure at her side, watching her keenly and carefully and trying to decipher which step to take, even that her own person was the lead on this travel after truth and experiences. And as if it was utmost important, just what came to mind would finally leave her lips after everything had been calm for the last time of travel.
“I lived here for a while.” Yes, it were two little villages, the small ‘houses’, if they could be called like this, inhabited maybe around fifty people, maybe a bit more or less, it wouldn’t really matter, most had already left or were – indeed – dead. “It wasn’t long, around a month, until I started to live a bit further away.” Forehead started to lay in creases, thinking, remembering. “But I don’t know why I changed my living place.”
It was a habit many had commented on, the very fact that long-haired Shinigami was used to simply speak, as everything would be caught in her mind, talking to herself was one part of the ‘story’ – talking to Kenpachi was another one. But not the right part to really hit a secret, so, with a sigh, she started to move again.
Idle seconds were passing one by one and nothing seemed to happen, giving the normally cocky captain even more confidence in self. Sprawled out ever so heedlessly, he was just waiting, like a crocodile lying up without a twitch in patient anticipation for a juicy prey to fall straight into the jaws open wide. There was not as much Milana could’ve done, and he predicted some position from this repertoir to come — repertoir he knew down to the single point, or at least thought so, where nothing could come as big surprise since he expected everything—
Everything but this.
First something small and hairy landed on his chest with quiet pat. Then, in time hardly sufficient to have a blink, two bigger and more hairy cannonballs flopped dead on him, as if drawn by some powerful magnetic field to the tiny bait that fell on him before. Touchdown right onto thing that in fact was a big moving heap of meat posed some degree of risk, but fluffy landing party was not dumb; quite the opposite — was very foresighted. And secured the landing to a nicety.
Though the speed of whole action was inhuman, Kenpachi has seen everything like in slow motion — two balls of fur as they launch and fly directly at him, rows of tiny needle-like teeth flashing in the opened mouths, two bristled tails swishing in the air. He could almost hear the gride of exserted claws in that daunting milisecond when brain caught up with senses and realization hit him what’s going to happen right now.
He didn’t have time to roll away or protect himself in whatever way before eight sets of claws had driven into the bare skin, like splinters jabbed in tender flesh. He couldn’t keep that strangled hiss from slipping through his teeth, clenched reflexly as minuscule pins of pain shot through his body. It didn’t last long, but still enough to turn the surface of his chest into something similar to freshly ploughed field.
In addition by drunken farmer.
It’s not that he couldn’t have done anything. He could — release some reiatsu to shield himself even if — but such reactions when highly instinctive tended to be sharp and uncontrollable; even really gentle thump of energy could end shitty for the kittens, not to mention if it would slip out of control — and this was something Kenpachi simply couldn’t allow to happen. He’d rather let himself get hurt than hurt what he treasured most.
When kittens jumped down from him to continue the hunt and roll happily all over the bed, he quickly sat up from the bed (now more a fakir’s bed, at least for him) and looked around in search for the supposed culprit of that whole aggro. Single eye narrowed slowly, lower lid twitched once or twice, yanking like a padlock on the cage full of madness.
People are like boxes — once made to show what they keep inside, some turn out to be completely empty; some are full of trash, some keep dirty secrets, some plenty of information. Some carry a heavy burden. Some are more like box of chocolates. Some, rare ones, are the real treasure chests…
…Zaraki Kenpachi was a Pandora’s box.
Whole spectacle played out right in front of green eyes was too good to not start to catch a laughing fit, half-way petite female would roll over the floor, one hand held in front of her mouth when more and more laughter was escaping, quickly turning inaudible due to height it actually had reached. Whereas the whole show seemed – and likely was – painful, there was no doubt Kenpachi would live through it, as would their two furry little companions, seeing that the tall captain was exceptionally gentle with the fluffy bundle.
What didn’t mean his ‘anger’ wouldn’t be directed onto her own person, but this was nothing she wouldn’t live through as well~
Kittens, on the other side, were allowed to use him as claw-sharpening scratching post, and he would try to get his revenge on beginning of whole assault, mainly his better half, that, by then and finally, had gathered her whole form to stand in the doorframe and not halfway lay on the ground with giggling.
Milana could see the glare, and furthermore – feel – it. It served for nothing more than a crooked grin to twitch up her lips, something obvious and precise in meaning, head tilting for only a tad, verdant eyes narrowing slightly as if to focus on the attacker without any question, she would not run – no, not at all, for that her own mind was too focussed on this little fight, and, likely and surely, petite woman had already proven to be a worthy opponent, being in a real fight or not. Heaven forbid they would ever end up in a real one.
When, maybe, it could be one of the most enticing feelings experienced for them ever—-
—-but this was nothing to discuss as of now. “Awake~?” The word was taunting, oriented onto lazy behavior from what had to be called a ‘predator’, likely had been too comfortable to even remotely try and catch its prey, like a lazy and fat cat basking in afternoon-sun, incarnated by fluffy and plushie ground-covering.
And without further time to pass, Milana leaned low, laying one delicate hand on shoulder of tall captain, the touch so soft and gentle it had to seem like a ‘tease’ after this very likely rather painful endeavor of ending up as overlarge kitten-play-toy. Smile was still where it had been plastered, the hand could be seen as a try to push said Pandora’s box shut, without really trying to do so, long-haired female was, without a doubt, more interested in possible attack that could come onto her, than actually avoiding it. Take it head-on, don’t try to dodge.
“Now, now~” Tilt of head, the long and silken strands, with position she had taken on, were without a doubt just gracing his face, then shoulder and chest, but they were so light and feeble, nothing that would rile up the ‘wounds’ inflicted by the two little beasts of prey.
Every single person would probably try to flee, make sure to be out of reach, and as far away as possible from incoming attack, likely able to overwhelm the much smaller and lighter woman. Every single person would do so, except – Milana. “Did I wake up my monster? ~”
All resources of attention Kenpachi could only use up have been used up on devouring Milana’s neck and its environs, with less to none care about such trifles as breathing. Or checking what’s going on around. When put against each other, 11th squad captain and petite female could be a pair of fierce fighters, but nothing would change the fact their duel, no matter how knock-down-drag-out could seem, was not real. It was hard to hide that they didn’t mean any business in all this chasing, thwacking and pinning down — it was just a way to entertain — and Kenpachi didn’t manage to convince his usually honed battle instincts that thing is going to get serious.
It wasn’t going to and he knew it — instinctively.
Such an irony.
He didn’t have to wait long until that little negligence would rebound upon him without mercy. First there was a short huff when something has been planted against his face with no hint of warning, then just offended growl as his head twitched back up and he looked around, with expression typical of a doberman that got his paw stepped on.
She’s not there. Brief while of his… indisposition turned out to be enough for Milana to slip away from his trap and escape hell knows where. If only he would be prone to obey them, all the rules of kinda plays were saying that now Kenpachi should the one chasing. But he never was the most obedient being.
Shoulders raised in a mild shrug and he simply laid down amongst the tousled beddings to welter in them a bit before Milana would return. Yeah, he trusted own instincts almost blindly, but this time decided to disobey them too. Instincts were screaming to chase, but Kenpachi knew that sometimes the best way to get things is waiting until they’ll come by themselves.
Though it might happen faster than expected.
Escape ‘hell knows where’ wasn’t even as far as someone might expect, the little assault with feathery weapon enough for petite female to just turn around the next corner that had to be the doorframe and wait there, glancing with attentive green eyes around so that a small giggle would escape. If at all Kenpachi had been on the chasing part in his mind, this might have been enough for him to track down where his significant other went into hiding, but he seemed to be rather lazy with even this endeavor, so massive form just flopped down in front of her on beddings, and stayed there.
This would truly not do.
Due to fact of place of choice for fighting, long-haired female had a very interesting kind of ‘weapon’ on hand to finally move the captain of Seireitei’s warrior squad out of his sweet languor. Weapon was small, cute and fluffy~
Own head vanished again behind the doorframe, after situation on hand was tracked down to best degree, then she leaned on the ground behind, lightly drumming with fingertips on the wooden surface, what, not even a few seconds later, let golden eyes peek out of one of the many rooms alligned towards large corridor. First: one pair. Then: another pair. Necks would get a bit longer, then furry paws followed and both of them slowly, as if knowing about their supposed to be reason to be coaxed out, were sneaking over the ground, towards hand of their caretaker.
So weapon was in reach, now they just needed a trigger to attack. Said ‘trigger’ was a little hairy toy-mouse, one of this kind that was actually scattered all around the house, due to immensely convincing skill in hiding everything where it shouldn’t be. So, this was the point of releasing her weapon, what happened the second she wiggled the little object of desire in front of twitching noses, eliciting a few excited mewls, and with a fast movement – it landed right on Kenpachi’s chest~
He would see what he had from being lazy~
He loved her. Mercilessly.
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Herself was at home the whole time, simply strolling through the garden, playing with and accompanying their two kittens so they wouldn’t get lost or stuck somewhere where shouldn’t, so petite female had indeed missed her significant other dragging his formidable self inside shared home, and it would also take a good while until Milana would realize the presence of the captain of Juuichibantai.
Mainly to that time she thought he would return home – and ‘apparently’ didn’t.
So with a quick movement the two little fluffy balls were gathered up safely in long-haired female’s arms, a few swift steps would bring her inside of the kitchen, while she ignored the exasperated mewling, a soft head-tilt left, then another right, so that keen ears would be able to pick up any sounds wandering through the rather large home.
Nothing, hm ~
It took only a few more moments until Milana finally would track down her target (with help of shedded clothes from beginning of corridor to bathroom ~) peacefully snoring away on the bed like nothing had happened. How long Kenpachi was exactly there was indeed hard to decipher, but nothing that would be overly important either. She smiled, warmly and softly, while watching the tall figure sprawled out and curled onto the bed.
Setting both their furry companions down, slow steps brought her close and at the side of the most important person in her life, and with a swift movement a hand reached out to grab the light blanket, covering him up completely to bare out the a bit more chilly air. Another smile, petite female leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then she turned, and exited the room – it was enough time to prepare something nice for dinner, as long as Kenpachi would decide to nap ~
Row of vertebrae notched against the skin, painting a rugged line beneath it as his back cambered up in instinctual reaction for undesirable — yet not unpleasant — touch. This wasn’t kind of reaction he could’ve expected, though he had to admit — it was damn effective. In the heat of ‘battle’ he forgot about it, but now it was ever so clear that petite woman was one of the few, if not only, who knew how susceptible to gentle touch was skin of that, would seem, hardened and callous man.
He was reactive to it indeed, more than he would ever admit to, a few areas in particular making him nearly squirm under properly applied caress — and Milana knew them all. His upper lip twitched lightly, letting out a short sigh. So this is what did mean the author of saying ‘your best friend is your worst enemy’…
There was only one way to get off scot-free from this ordeal—
In less than a blink of an eye his mouth was at her neck, small nipping kisses being planted against the soft skin, one next to another, turned almost into bites when his teeth skimmed along the cartilage of her throat, leaving little marks all the way up. If it was enough to distract Milana from her own doings was going to be seen, but if his impromptu banged out plan would work, he would get a great chance to wrap her back in all these bedsheets, there taking away the ability to move and score a point in their little duel.
Maybe author of that goddamn saying had a bit of right, but Kenpachi liked other one a lot more.
Best defence is attack.
They were both worse than an actual enemy placed in front of their noses and hands. Knowing exactly what will happen, when it will happen and what some touch and affection can do to turn the places and win this little self-made war~
What wouldn’t mean petite female would comply, no way! Head was tilted left and right, what actually seemed like going into the small kisses and enjoying them was a very clever way of ‘fleeing~’ said ones, in the meantime not stopping the light and tickling lines on his chest – as he wasn’t capable to pull away her hand from his skin, due to holding up his monumental form with his own ones~ - so it probably could be called a ‘tie’.
Until she realized what he was trying with the very movements on her neck, distraction of sorts, so no tie at all!
A soft growl came up after a good while, a trap, starting to wriggle a little more and more, playing to give in this very game while now free hand searched for a fitting weapon, perfectly on the side where he couldn’t see at all, so it might~ work if done correctly. Hand wandered and wandered, gripping another one of the pillows (maybe it truly was a good thing they had so much of them) and with one well-placed movement it was pulled close, and—-
—-not whacked over his head, but pushed right in his face.
She would see how this attack goes! ~
Low growl escaped his chest at the sudden assault, but it was nothing to stop him from further attempts to hunt down what had to be hunted. Scratching at the sheetings and trying to climb up the bed akin to an oversized scolopendra, he continued struggles to lay hands on his surely more lithesome opponent, the longer it lasted, the more whetted his predatory appetites would have become.
Action of a next few seconds more than anything resembled a performance of some really shitty conjurer who tried to slip the tablecloth from under fancy dinnerware and failed hard at it, in outcome of which Kenpachi found himself on the floor again; however, this time accompanied by Milana. He couldn’t see her, one of bedsheets still wrapped around his head like some crooked turban, but nasty smirk that spread his lips was telling much enough — he knew where she is.
Following the bodywarmth as well as slight wriggly movements against his back, in a split-second Kenpachi shifted and twisted on his place, in a single sharp move flipping his weight in the desirable direction, arms now planted against the floor one on each side of his lovely prey. High on the smell of victory coming, he almost forgot about the one little yet significant detail—
…he still couldn’t see anything around.
That Kenpachi couldn’t see, how Milana was indeed able to realize a few seconds later, was probably her way to still turn the tables, no matter if he had caged her now or not. Namely she would do this while reaching up and grabbing said bed-sheet-turban to pull it a bit lower, pushing away any possibility to actually shake it off without any help of hands that were planted so deliberately besides her smaller form.
It wasn’t like she would give up – no way! It was just a form of: how do I use my resources the best way? ~
Now there was the need to flee ~ in some way. Still holding the fine bed-cover material in one hand, petite female went with a different tactic, one that might work, but could very likely not as well. Free hand reached up slowly, finding way onto open place on his chest of attire worn by towering captain, just to start drawing light and ticklish lines all over the skin, something long-haired female knew he reacted on, if not right away, then surely after significant amount of time had passed.
He might have had a tough skin hardly any weapon could cut —-
—- but it was truly hard to defend against something as light and tender as this, and Milana would not stop with it any time soon, nah ~ Where would be the fun otherwise? ~
"Neither. I hardly ever regret anything."
It was truth indeed. Put face to face with decisions difficult or uncomfortable, Zaraki Kenpachi would get bitter and testy, angry, distant, maybe violent even — but with hindsight it was clear he had no regrets and didn’t feel sorry for a single thing done. Quite a bit of a chewy temper, one could say, and would be absolutely right — but as hard to take as Kenpachi undoubtedly was, he had nigh on no interest in beings that didn’t evince a will and readiness to accept him with all that stock-in-trade he carried. And such were rare, so the more surprised he was when that, you’d say, completely undistinguished woman turned out to be exactly what he’d been yearning for this badly, turned out to be everything but ordinary.
He didn’t know what has betided to her and maybe never was going to get to know, but it didn’t matter now — just like she was discovering him bit by bit, without any warning what could be found, the same way Kenpachi was carving a certain picture of her in his mind. For him there was no Milana before they met, and likely she felt similar about the captain of Juuichibantai. Nothing to believe, nothing to be wary of; just blank sheets, ready to be filled with new memories and experiences. It was the most beautiful gift ones like them could receive — a chance to start over, to try once again, to paint over the old smears that never could be erased completely.
Whatever it was what brought them together, some quirky fate, instinct or just a concurrence of events, they hadn’t wasted what’s been given to them. Their picture, repainted over and over again, changing colors and forms repeatedly as aura between them has been turning from calm to storm and then to still, dull rainfall, eventually has become a real masterpiece where each single dab had own importance and was an inseparable element of the bigger entirety.
It was not so long ago when they met for the first time, barely a year, yet original details of the picture had become blurried in his mind; as easily as he could bring back what took place between them two, precise date together with a bunch of other not this significant parts of this memorable day have been covered with dust, pushed aside in torrential course of further events and reformations. It was winter for sure; he remembered fragile snowflakes dancing behind the window and familiar warmth of that old ragged haori against his back, as he used to protect it from wintry cold, and these long dark evenings they spent on long dark conversations months before they’d ever entertain an idea to be together… He remembered many things, yeah, but the particular date was not one of them.
He never had really good memory to numbers.
"25th…? Might be." He gave a slow nod, still one leg in the thoughts he was diving in for a good while. Who knows how long he would sit frozen in time like that if Milana didn’t suddenly stop her caresses and by it break this chain of memories he was blithely tripping along, oblivious to sounds, sights and even fact that his own kiseru had devoured almost all tobacco and now was running on oddments at most — probably not much longer anyways, so he just flopped it aside, beforehand tapping out whatever has left from its contents over the window, hopefully not on someone’s head. "Heh, I’m not sure if it was 25th, 24th or maybe 23rd even… Just pick whichever you fancy most, it’s your date of birth after all. Given 25th is the date you remember, I’d let it stay like that. Anyways, it’s just a date, huh~?”
“Yeah, it’s just a date, that is true.“ One like the other, might be said, still for some beings it apparently held some certain importance, the louder kind of their own would even announce it for everyone to hear and acknowledge that it was special. Indeed – but what was even special on the very moment someone was brought into this life? Nothing, really, if not carved by own ideas and memories and becoming significant for another person, other than yourself. For someone who would want to remember and pay attention to this little tidbit of personal information, making this very being as special as any other own.
What is so imporant in that date? – Maybe that there was someone who it would be important enough for to remember.
“Still you asked me after it.” A smile lightening up rather sullen features, more drawn into thoughts as really saddened or feeling uncomfortable, would it be regarded to the only person who had ever asked about something so insignificant and minor as this very date, and even if he would now use words like this, petite female knew exactly what her significant other meant, not keen on said day as well if not coming as greetings from the very beings towering male would deem suitable enough to pull his rather rough care on. “So it would just be a nice ending for such a sad topic to actually find one~”
And her smaller form moved, unfolding herself from sitting in rather cramped and sunken back position, the folds of kimono covering herself being left wrinkled as they were, this could and probably would be coordinated to suitable moment, but was not even slightly valuable for next, rather adventurous, motions. A soft touch again, one that had ceased due to mulling over what should only be thought out between the two, would lay itself on the arm propped up, drawing light lines, just to catch with slender fingers his wrist, and then hand – lifting said one to make space for her smaller form.
A few seconds later, Milana had climbed onto him, nesting herself against the tall captain, while the hand drawn up would find place on the back of her neck, optionally maybe her shoulders or even upper back, whatever he preferred and would give them both warmth. Kiseru had been brought out of path of choice by Kenpachi himself, so nothing would keep him from fulfilling a certain embrace she was craving and they both maybe needed like nothing else.
The calm after the storm – the hurricanes – even self-made and gentle between them, deserved something special to reassure that nothing was capable to break their bond made of steel.
“Yes.” Came as whisper just after a few seconds when silence had been allowed to devour whatever sour thought would still linger in fresh air after the storm. “The 25th sounds like the day I would like to remember.” For herself, but not only, for him as well, the only being that ever was content enough with her person, quirks and traits, to make it worth to find a day for herself to be born. “The day when I found you – and was born.”
As a pull has been given to his soon-to-be weapon, in an instinctive reflex — one of a whole bunch typical of him — Kenpachi tightened the grasp he had on the pillow corner, fingers digging deeper into feathery lump with intention of not letting it go so easily; it was the weapon after all, so giving it out to the opponent would’ve been a rather dumb move. Instead, he pulled it in own direction, with as much force as only that wretched position could allow him to. He wasn’t going to give up without a fight, no fucking way!
To his slight bewilderment, tugging had ceased ever so quickly and left untamed taichou kind of without anything he could pull against, in result of which he’d nearly have a closer meeting with floorboards again. Not that he did have time to ponder on it now; a considerable weight landing right on his trunk all of a sudden efficiently squeezed all the stupid ideas out of him — as well as a strangled hiss and a mouthful of very picturesque curses when he tried to extricate himself from all them goddamned covers and nail Milana down to get his revenge~
Eh, point for her this time…
Mind had shot pretty fast on what her significant other tried to do in this rather sudden pillow-fight they started in their mutual bedroom, but her considerably smaller figure was probably much harder to pin down than his large one – if only strength and weight wouldn’t be on the captain’s side of favor, so with a well placed roll she wriggled herself out of soon to be net-replacement of blanket just to grab nearest pillow and twack one time right over his head.
What had not been looked after until carrying out her attack-move was female’s own strange position, namely with one knee still on his catcher – to be precise: bedspread – what ended in a slight swish over the floor when said soft material was pulled from under her form by Kenpachi’s try to nail her down.
Sudden miss of object she kneeled on had only one real ending to happen: falling.
Rather ungraceful even with pillow still in hand and quiet squeak announcing her sudden surprise upon disadvantage would petite female land right behind tall captain’s back in rest of bedclothes and for the first time ever – while flailing – wondered: why the hell did they have so much of that?!
He was so sure that no one would see him or even catch him in this act but he was wrong, though with the two awfully cute kittens that had made themselves apparent upon him made it hard to not let a smile spread. Indeed he was startled at first so much so that a gasp had left his lips as he lay upon the floor being attacked by rather excited kittens.
She had seen and she had laughed.
If it was not for the two kittens distracting the male a blush would have appeared from embarrassment.
Well this was awkward…
He had no idea on how to react to such a situation as he honestly thought he would not get caught, not by stranger at least. The expression of his showed he was clearly startled and trying to regain composure but the adorable kittens managed to distract him once more. The softest of smiles had adorned his face once more as fingers moved slowly, offering up for both kittens to smell him before he would stroke the soft fur. Sure enough that they had time to take in his scent fingers moved to stroke the fur of both kittens, giving them both equal amounts of fuss. It was almost enough to forget the little mishap and the presence of a lady before him, her voice was what brought him back to reality.
Ah she had asked about the basket… How should he answer this? Eyes glanced back to the basket full of different treats, he had wrapped them so delicately with a little bow holding it together. It was clear the effort he had gone too for the two kittens but now he had to explain. Where to even start…
Scratching the back of his head he moved to stand up, letting the kittens run back to it’s owner who he assumed she was as well as Kenpachi. “It’s not often you see animals as pets around here.” Words were leaving his mouth but his attention kept falling back to the two kittens, he was happy to see such well looked after animals. “I make small gift baskets for pets, it’s not always easy to acquire a wide variety of treats.” A pause was given once more as he almost seemed embarrassed for doing such a thing, usually he had never been caught so he had no idea on how to even react upon such a situation.
“SoIleavelittlegiftbasketsatdoors.” If not embarrassed enough Kirito had indeed rushed out his words all in one go, almost hoping she would not hear or question it. Maybe she would just smile and let him go after hearing the truth.
Awkward, was a rather fitting word for the whole situation, but furthermore Milana would truly call it adorable if asked after, for one; because of the young man that seemed rather immersed in her two little furry companions, for two; because of Yuki and Kuro themselves who weren’t really capable of holding back their excitement upon the guest as well as the deliciously smelling treats inside said basket she just had asked after. And in the end – people stroking their fur normally meant attention, and attention meant food. This was something they had learned rather fast, living with Kenpachi and herself.
Ah, so that was the reason, quite an endearing one, but the long-haired female apparently had – without a doubt – caught him off-guard as much that he appeared like more in need of leaving than really explaining himself.
Well, not she had caught him, but the two little furballs now sniffling and nearly jumping in the little gift they had so generously been provided with. Raise of eyebrow and she smiled. “And why don’t you bring them to the owners themselves?” It was genuine amusement combined with curiosity. “I’m fairly sure everyone would like to thank you personally, seeing that you care about what isn’t even under your hand.” A small glance towards quiet rustling and mewling and she sighed, they were a bit too interested in all the good smelling stuff. “Well, at least this is their way to say ‘thank you!’.”
It wasn’t often people would have animals inside Soul Society, truly her own captain was owner of a small white puppy, as well as the fukutaichou of the tenth division was, but by now Milana wasn’t aware about anyone else owning pets and caring about them by even carrying around – like Kenpachi did – so it was maybe not even that surprising half of his division would freak out about them – and male standing in front of her now as well. “Thank you very much for the basket.” It came rather out of blue, seeing that she had spoken about other things beforehand. “My name is Milana, might I know who the benefector for those two little troublemakers is?”
She wouldn’t wait long for his approval, until adding another short sentence to the whole situation, he kind of deserved it, especially that both – Milana as well as the captain of Juuichibantai – were rather restrained when it was about touching their little house-mates. “And while we are at the greeting, they both would possibly be really happy if their new friend would feed them with all of the delicious presents~”
has no yellow clue what is that but smells good…
Milana in palette 11 as requested ‘w’
yeah, except a bit of black here and there i haven’t used any other colours except these 5 from palette
it’s all made only by playing with opacities, blendings, layers etc.
i actually thought that first, darkest colour on the palette is brown — so it was a pleasant surprise to figure out it’s very dark purple B]
The very mention of Urahara’s name was more than enough to make Mayuri both recognize and understand the implications behind its reason for acknowledgement in the first place. It was not of jealousy as the scientist himself would be very adamant in exclaiming. In truth, it was not jealousy. It was not even envy in its purest and truest form. Moreover, it was complete and utter disdain he held. Whatever happened betwixt them to start this quiet but, at the same time, awfully loud hatred would remain forever within the dark unless one of them decided to reveal the truth. Kurotsuchi doubted it, though. There were a lot of things he knew the blond was capable of, but he was also frightfully aware of how humble and genuine he truly was. In a way, that disgusted the painted individual more than anything else the merchant could ever do. Continuing to wait on an answer, his eyes glanced from beneath the shadow of his hands in order to observe Milana. She had yet to move from her spot, and that was, in a sense, both concerning and appreciative. She was not like the others, and he was aware of this since their very first encounter. For the time being, he was capable of appreciating her willingness to remain still but only for so long until he actually desired her to move. It was as if it was some sort of ritual within the researcher’s mind. He never wanted something to stay in the same spot for too long. Perhaps it was because of how he brought himself up. “Amazing,” he quipped, tone horribly sarcastic. “Truly.” Maybe the sarcasm would truly never end.
Despite the voice he chose to be in possession of, he continued watching her. Now she began walking but not towards him. Head lifted away from his hands in order to turn ever so slightly to follow her movements. While he could not be described as a hawk currently, his eyes never once lost track of their current target. He was as observant as ever, and it should not be taken lightly. “You may enjoy discussing certain topics with him,” Mayuri spoke honestly despite the tone of disgust he took on. That was, perhaps, the closest the captain could ever get to complimenting the blond. Even then, it was hardly accounted for as a true compliment. To him, though, it was the closest the shopkeeper could ever hope to get. Watching her, he turned subtly within his chair. Shifting his weight away from the desk, his arms now chose to cross loosely over his chest. Before divulging into a near epilogue, he did catch how she glanced out the window before back to him. That was a curious movement indeed, but it was not of much importance currently. It would not be ignored entirely, either. “I believe you know enough,” he stated after she made a small inquiry. Removing his arms from his upper body, he used both hands to place their selves upon the chair’s arms as he pushed himself out of it. It was not an entirely necessary action but was still done regardless. His arms thus replaced their selves back over his chest in an ever looser cross.
"You’re aware of his exile, correct?” he asked after a moment, turning his head towards her whilst body implied that of a haughty nature. While the Twelfth was aware of the exile itself being a farce, he still found himself entertained by the thought that Urahara was caught. It was more than enough to practically drown Mayuri’s ego in confidence, pride, and superiority.
Petite female didn’t mind the eyes on herself, neither implications it would carry, nor words spoken in acknowledgement to own queries and interpretations, the outlining of game playing out in front of witted minds fairly known since the first day they stepped up into the ring with each other and truly – that was what made it so enticing and on the other side would move the normally rather uncaring woman to try and pursue more and more different ways of unfolding the hidden core inside this very office. One very interesting point Milana had noticed over and over again while engaging into conversations with certain classes of beings, was the change and use of voice and intonation upon personal request, favor and interlocutor of wanted – merely also unwanted – choice. Kurotsuchi Mayuri was a curiosity in itself specifying this very simple external and palpable sign, actually quite fitting in conversation with Milana – truthfully – but never would this simple point be spoken out.
Own words ceased, his were taken into account, as well as the movements he would fulfill now, making their own situation and position equal in a way that word chosen for such movements was hardly a suitable one, but if the scientist would ask, Milana explaining had the simple understanding to follow that they both knew – a very own form of comprehension. Own head would tilt curiously at the now standing figure of the captain inside his own chambers, her hands had folded comfortably in the large sleeves of her attire, by now – obviously – a Shinigami’s uniform upon the solely reason that she wasn’t division-less anymore. It was there to know that the twelfth indeed was a possible choice of her joining the Gotei 13. No matter how – visually – unfitting the long-haired female might appear, but, in the end it went with certain favors and questions to move where she was now and if odds had stood in different favor might be that their personal relationship would not be as it was now.
When question was presented, slender form turned to face him completely, not without any reason, of course, but genuinely with one harder to decipher than turning attention on conversational partner. “I am, indeed.” Came as short and rather fast answer depending on languid amount of time passing between simple words filling air. “I just have to admit, knowledge as to why exactly this happened is nothing I can serve with.” It was a simple reason that this, obviously, important tidbit of background would be missing from her perception, was it nothing that could be called useful by her very own reason to pursue the depths of mind and knowledge, the twisted and turning corridors of grey matter aiding in recognition of the why and how. Rather presumptuous in a psychological analysis. But—- “I’m surprisingly sure you can enlighten me upon this matter, if we want to underline this little conversation.” —-there was no need for it.
“I am aware that those now leading the third, fifth as well as ninth division were amongst the ‘exiled’ as well.” There was another tilt of her head to a rather unexpected angle, exposing skin of neck that one reach for it would purposely pose a dangerous threat if allowed by female turning rather harmless question in deep inquiry, just pushing further and further as if using a drill to crack the surface of the earth. Appearing vulnerable was something laced into beautiful word, when strength was probably displayed – but this was not for her to decide, as this glance had a reason. Like everything else. “And I know they were exiled upon steps taken by the man called Aizen Sousuke, but that is truly my knowledge as of far. If you want me to analyze the points that happened in this story, you might give me information and I can provide you with my own pieces of the puzzle.”