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While working on longer things.
“Mm,” she murmurs, lifting her head from the grass. “Shall we live happily ever after?”
He looks at her with a gaze that is absolutely blank. “Perhaps,” he intones, so airily. And the brief flash of fear in her face must have been extremely evident, because his eyes soften immediately afterwards: surprise, regret and, most distinctly, a very warm smile.
“A joke. A joke, Rue.” Then, gently, when she turns her head aside in offense: “Yes.”
She looks back.
“Yes, we shall.”
“Oh, back now?” says the Captain. “Ichigo-kun.”
The boy stumbles through the doors, soaked. His hands spread stiffly at either side, flapping stubborn drops out of his hanging sleeves. “Yeah, yeah—eh. Ukitake-san…”
The captain is dressed out of uniform; which is a little strange in that he doesn’t look at all frail for it. “Ah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I think my Third Seats will have to keep you company tonight!”
His guest’s eyebrows lift. “You going somewhere, Ukitake-san?”
“…I’m sorry to disappoint you.” …and the boy throws himself into a slouch against the wall with comical petulance, the scowl a deep one. “I’m visiting someone.”
“ ‘Someone.’”
The captain’s face turns fond. “My daughter,” he clarifies, with a mild cough.
“‘Daughter.’”
“My daughter.” Ukitake nods. Tucking his hands into his sleeves, he looks at him. “…and the man she married.”
"Hisana stole sandals."
The confession comes entirely out of the blue. Byakuya glances up, blinking at her. His wife tips her toes into the pond and touches the wet nose of a koi. She crosses her arms in her lap.
“It wasn’t good to be barefoot in some districts.” She paused, amended: “It wasn’t good to be barefoot in any district. But in some it made you seem very poor--which Hisana was-- but also very helpless, which meant she troubled people who thought her worth the attention.”
She smiled. “But sometimes their sandals fit.”
“Mm,” she murmurs, lifting her head from the grass. “Shall we live happily ever after?”
He looks at her with a gaze that is absolutely blank. “Perhaps,” he intones, so airily. And the brief flash of fear in her face must have been extremely evident, because his eyes soften immediately afterwards: surprise, regret and, most distinctly, a very warm smile.
“A joke. A joke, Rue.” Then, gently, when she turns her head aside in offense: “Yes.”
She looks back.
“Yes, we shall.”
“Oh, back now?” says the Captain. “Ichigo-kun.”
The boy stumbles through the doors, soaked. His hands spread stiffly at either side, flapping stubborn drops out of his hanging sleeves. “Yeah, yeah—eh. Ukitake-san…”
The captain is dressed out of uniform; which is a little strange in that he doesn’t look at all frail for it. “Ah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I think my Third Seats will have to keep you company tonight!”
His guest’s eyebrows lift. “You going somewhere, Ukitake-san?”
“…I’m sorry to disappoint you.” …and the boy throws himself into a slouch against the wall with comical petulance, the scowl a deep one. “I’m visiting someone.”
“ ‘Someone.’”
The captain’s face turns fond. “My daughter,” he clarifies, with a mild cough.
“‘Daughter.’”
“My daughter.” Ukitake nods. Tucking his hands into his sleeves, he looks at him. “…and the man she married.”
"Hisana stole sandals."
The confession comes entirely out of the blue. Byakuya glances up, blinking at her. His wife tips her toes into the pond and touches the wet nose of a koi. She crosses her arms in her lap.
“It wasn’t good to be barefoot in some districts.” She paused, amended: “It wasn’t good to be barefoot in any district. But in some it made you seem very poor--which Hisana was-- but also very helpless, which meant she troubled people who thought her worth the attention.”
She smiled. “But sometimes their sandals fit.”
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Date: 2005-08-18 11:22 pm (UTC)Ukitake is love!♥
Once again, you write Byakuya and Hisana so beautifully, understated and almost lyrical, which amazes me.
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Date: 2005-08-19 07:49 pm (UTC)Ukitake is Old Man Sexy.
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Date: 2005-08-19 03:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-19 07:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-19 05:05 am (UTC)(Intelligent feedback? What is this "intelligent feedback" of which you speak?)
The Ukitake one kinda confuses me, but I'll probably get the point on the fifth rereading. possibly.
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Date: 2005-08-19 05:22 am (UTC)Oh, indeed they were tiny sandals! ...except sometimes they were large sandals. Sometimes very oversized on her! ...because sometimes large men attacked Hisana and she sort of had to most humbly make them explode.
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Date: 2005-08-19 02:20 pm (UTC)But the last one is my favorite. I'm kind of scared of Hisana now -- which is all of the good. And it makes perfect sense. A girl who abandoned her baby sister to survive, however much regret she felt about it later, would not hesitate to (regretfully!) destroy anyone who tried to mug(/molest) her and then steal their shit. And when the sandles didn't fit, she would be sad. But not really. Because she knew she'd find more.
Seriously -- up until right now I hadn't given Hisana much thought, beyond being glad there was a good explanation for her resemblence to Rukia and liking the idea that Rukia had once had a sister. But now I am thinking about her and she's scary and I love her.
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Date: 2005-08-19 07:58 pm (UTC)...mind the men who tried to assault her she most humbly apologizes for them absolutely deserving it. Er.
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Date: 2005-08-22 11:39 pm (UTC)...that works! Ukitake hair color backstory now.
re: Hisana: And really,
it was about timethe tigress (panther?) showed herself.