...I think this is a sin against humanity, but have I told you lately that I love you?
Kuchiki Raizoku turned and smacked her in the face with his ponytail. Framed in the light of the setting sun, she could see the faint rust color in the edges of his hair.
"I don't care," he said. "I'm done here. I'm going home."
Cindy put a hand to her face, feeling welt on the cheek. He tossed his head hard. "Don't think you should, nyo."
"You don't have a choice in this."
Cindy tossed her hair, importantly. "Don't think I'll let, nyo. You're still angry, you shouldn't go home angry! You're silly when you're angry, nyo. You do silly things."
"You talk like that," growled Raizoku, turning back. "And do you know how many laws your very existance breaks--"
"...Papa loved my existance," said Cindy, softly. "He said I was precious, nyo. Like all things are."
...Raizoku let go of his sword.
"My mother," he said, and he said nothing after that. Which was just fine. The girl took the shinigami's hands, and ran her fingers over the soft skin between his index fingers and his thumbs--where the callouses didn't reach.
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Kuchiki Raizoku turned and smacked her in the face with his ponytail. Framed in the light of the setting sun, she could see the faint rust color in the edges of his hair.
"I don't care," he said. "I'm done here. I'm going home."
Cindy put a hand to her face, feeling welt on the cheek. He tossed his head hard. "Don't think you should, nyo."
"You don't have a choice in this."
Cindy tossed her hair, importantly. "Don't think I'll let, nyo. You're still angry, you shouldn't go home angry! You're silly when you're angry, nyo. You do silly things."
"You talk like that," growled Raizoku, turning back. "And do you know how many laws your very existance breaks--"
"...Papa loved my existance," said Cindy, softly. "He said I was precious, nyo. Like all things are."
...Raizoku let go of his sword.
"My mother," he said, and he said nothing after that. Which was just fine. The girl took the shinigami's hands, and ran her fingers over the soft skin between his index fingers and his thumbs--where the callouses didn't reach.