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chirachira. Dumb Future-tense AU. Sort of bastard stepsister fic to the first (also a lot less cool.) but hey! It has Komamura, so it wins at something.
The Vice-Captain watched the boy stumble to his feet. He held his weapon ready, pale eyes paler and bottom lip sticking out.
“Young fool,” she said, standing ready herself. “You can barely lift it.”
His stance was also terribly off, but he charged anyway.
She dispatched him with one cool swing, stepping once to the side and bringing the wooden sword to the back of his knees. He tripped, landing squarely on his rump.
“Once thousand years too early,” said the woman, fondly. She poked him in the forehead with the weapon’s blunt tip.
The boy’s face turned a deep reluctant red. His hands fisted in the ground. “I--”
That was when the attendant barreled in, jumping over the railings; a young woman, hair in a number of elaborate buns. “Lady--” she gasped.
The Vice-Captain tossed the wooden sword by the wayside and turned to take the message. Her face had hardened in an instant, a level of well schooled ice, her hand on her true weapon still sheathed at her side. The boy stared at it longingly, feeling over the grass until he reached his feeble practice weapon. It was nearly longer than he was tall.
He was just standing when the Vice-Captain whipped around again, standing on her toes.
“Go,” she was saying briskly, “Tell my brother I will not be returning tonight--”
Her eyes settled on the boy.
He started: “Honored--”
“Wait,” said the Vice-Captain. The attendant, clearly not yet used to the woman’s tendencies, whipped back around so hard it seemed she’d summoned her own headache.
“Honored--” the boy had no time to question before he was lifted bodily by the back of his yukata.
“Take him as well,” said the Vice-Captain, shoving him out into a dangle. The child managed a polite, if somewhat airborne, bow of his head. It took the other woman an uncertain moment of staring before taking her cue and raising her arms to receive him.
“Take him where, lady?” she asked, holding carefully.
“Tch, Fool,” sniffed the Vice-Captain haughtily, already storming away. “My brother of course. Where you should already be-- go.”
The sharp snap of her fingers left no room for interpretation, and then she vanished in a swift dark blur.
Komamura Sajin eyed her balefully upon her appearance in his office. He set his brush carefully beside his papers. He did not spill a drop.
She bowed low. “Captain Komamura--”
“I know why you have come, Vice-Captain,” he said stiffly, nostrils flaring. “And you have done so with no prior announcement of your own.”
“You must give me the coordinates, sir.”
Komamura raised his brow. “What for.” …when the Vice-Captain began to rally he lifted one large hand. “Do not answer this. I am already aware of your reasons.”
“Then you must--”
“They will be hidden from the Captain-General if I do so.”
Her eyes flashed. “Still, you must--”
“I do not condone such underhandedness.”
“There is nothing underhanded about thi--”
“IT IS INDEED SUCH, YOU ARE VERY ARROGANT TO ASSUME OTHERWISE!” Captain Komamura Sajin snarled passionately, his fisted hand coming down so hard across his desk there was the distinct sound of wood giving way. He looked down at the cracks that had spread and swore once, loudly. An awkward silence fell, as he slid his papers back into place and smoothed out his features.
…then, the Vice-Captain bowed once more and said, in a quiet voice. “Captain Komamura.” She looked up. “…I would think you more than anyone would understand why I must find them first.”
An immediate mist filled the Captain’s eyes. He lowered his head, reaching on impulse to cover the old wound over his left shoulder. He held it hard, as one might grip a dying friend. “Ah,” he said. “Yes.”
She waited.
He slid the papers to the opposite end of the unsteady desk. “…Osei Irozuke’s previous assignment.”
“Thank you, Captain,” said the Vice-Captain, taking it in her hands and holding it to her chest in sincere gratitude.
“Do not speak of it again.” He glared at her. “And do not give Captain Kuchiki reason to come in complaint.”
“I will not,” promised Kuchiki Rukia.
She turned and strode out the door.
chirachira. Dumb Future-tense AU. Sort of bastard stepsister fic to the first (also a lot less cool.) but hey! It has Komamura, so it wins at something.The Vice-Captain watched the boy stumble to his feet. He held his weapon ready, pale eyes paler and bottom lip sticking out.
“Young fool,” she said, standing ready herself. “You can barely lift it.”
His stance was also terribly off, but he charged anyway.
She dispatched him with one cool swing, stepping once to the side and bringing the wooden sword to the back of his knees. He tripped, landing squarely on his rump.
“Once thousand years too early,” said the woman, fondly. She poked him in the forehead with the weapon’s blunt tip.
The boy’s face turned a deep reluctant red. His hands fisted in the ground. “I--”
That was when the attendant barreled in, jumping over the railings; a young woman, hair in a number of elaborate buns. “Lady--” she gasped.
The Vice-Captain tossed the wooden sword by the wayside and turned to take the message. Her face had hardened in an instant, a level of well schooled ice, her hand on her true weapon still sheathed at her side. The boy stared at it longingly, feeling over the grass until he reached his feeble practice weapon. It was nearly longer than he was tall.
He was just standing when the Vice-Captain whipped around again, standing on her toes.
“Go,” she was saying briskly, “Tell my brother I will not be returning tonight--”
Her eyes settled on the boy.
He started: “Honored--”
“Wait,” said the Vice-Captain. The attendant, clearly not yet used to the woman’s tendencies, whipped back around so hard it seemed she’d summoned her own headache.
“Honored--” the boy had no time to question before he was lifted bodily by the back of his yukata.
“Take him as well,” said the Vice-Captain, shoving him out into a dangle. The child managed a polite, if somewhat airborne, bow of his head. It took the other woman an uncertain moment of staring before taking her cue and raising her arms to receive him.
“Take him where, lady?” she asked, holding carefully.
“Tch, Fool,” sniffed the Vice-Captain haughtily, already storming away. “My brother of course. Where you should already be-- go.”
The sharp snap of her fingers left no room for interpretation, and then she vanished in a swift dark blur.
Komamura Sajin eyed her balefully upon her appearance in his office. He set his brush carefully beside his papers. He did not spill a drop.
She bowed low. “Captain Komamura--”
“I know why you have come, Vice-Captain,” he said stiffly, nostrils flaring. “And you have done so with no prior announcement of your own.”
“You must give me the coordinates, sir.”
Komamura raised his brow. “What for.” …when the Vice-Captain began to rally he lifted one large hand. “Do not answer this. I am already aware of your reasons.”
“Then you must--”
“They will be hidden from the Captain-General if I do so.”
Her eyes flashed. “Still, you must--”
“I do not condone such underhandedness.”
“There is nothing underhanded about thi--”
“IT IS INDEED SUCH, YOU ARE VERY ARROGANT TO ASSUME OTHERWISE!” Captain Komamura Sajin snarled passionately, his fisted hand coming down so hard across his desk there was the distinct sound of wood giving way. He looked down at the cracks that had spread and swore once, loudly. An awkward silence fell, as he slid his papers back into place and smoothed out his features.
…then, the Vice-Captain bowed once more and said, in a quiet voice. “Captain Komamura.” She looked up. “…I would think you more than anyone would understand why I must find them first.”
An immediate mist filled the Captain’s eyes. He lowered his head, reaching on impulse to cover the old wound over his left shoulder. He held it hard, as one might grip a dying friend. “Ah,” he said. “Yes.”
She waited.
He slid the papers to the opposite end of the unsteady desk. “…Osei Irozuke’s previous assignment.”
“Thank you, Captain,” said the Vice-Captain, taking it in her hands and holding it to her chest in sincere gratitude.
“Do not speak of it again.” He glared at her. “And do not give Captain Kuchiki reason to come in complaint.”
“I will not,” promised Kuchiki Rukia.
She turned and strode out the door.
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Date: 2005-07-31 06:30 am (UTC)As it is, stfu, my stuff isn't as cool as KOMAMURA'S FURRY RAGE ♥