“You don’t need to be soo meean, Kenseeei” Mashiro whined after him
From behind him, Kensei heard a voice— … a familiar voice, a whiny one, that not only immediately caught his attention so he whipped around to face it head on, but furrowed his brows, clearly not happy to see her.
“You— what’re you doing here? Mashiro—”
He hadn’t seen her in ages. It wasn’t like with his Lieutenant, where he could pass things off and not get his head bitten off. With her, things were complicated at best. A hand lifted to silver hair, brushing through it in reflex.
(Source: tekken-tachikaze)
“T’ch. Keep the hell outta my way,” Kensei snapped, turning away from them.
What had Kensei been doing all this time?
He’d been missing forever, hadn’t he— or so it’d seemed to those who were used to seeing him on a regular basis. The fact that he wasn’t around had troubled students and officers of his Division alike, since he hadn’t been accepting notifications of new arrivals or anything of the sort— he’d been ‘avoiding’ nearly everything, in a way, to give himself room to think. It might’ve been that damned kid getting to him.
For all Kensei’s hard fucking work, he’d come to Iwakiri Academy in hopes of a little pay — sure, he’d hated it already, soon as he stepped into the damn double doored entrance of the place, but he’d regretted it ever since. He and Hisagi had been talking about things, mulling them over whenever they were alone — but that was just it. They couldn’t seem to get any time alone together, which was what Kensei needed — because a guy like him, hell no, he wouldn’t be caught dead doing anything out of line in public, where other people could see.
He didn’t want to hear about the other teachers and their boring little anecdotes, didn’t want to know about their personal lives, and whenever he was HERE, well… he was forced to pay attention during meetings and found himself groaning in annoyance every single time, going off on one of them— no, he’d needed this. When he returned, he felt the same, although he’d somehow managed to put a damper on the mixed emotions knotting the pit of his stomach and in order to keep a cool head, avoided the others.
This night, he’d been aching for a drink. His first one’d burned the back of his throat. The little bar outside of the school’s premisis was dank inside, dark, not very well kept or clean. Foreigners made their way from front to back trading things, whispering, others roughhousing.
It was a night to relax away from paperwork, from the grueling day that awaited the Captain tomorrow in which he’d have to—ugh—get his ass out of bed and force schoolwork in the middle of Soul Society’s own important matters, those that they’d given him responsibility over. He could relax, he thought, and deserved it, body hunched over his sake with a gruff sigh.
“Shit.”
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“You should have taken me along, taichou! I don’t mind leaving my duties here. My responsibilities as a shinigami and 9th Division’s lieutenant comes first!”
“It’s good that it went well. But still… Don’t do everything on your own. I’m just… right here, you know…”
“Anyway, what is it that you want to talk about?”
“Listen, I—” … Is that a good way to start things? He doesn’t know. When he looks at Hisagi though, he appears nervous, not knowing what’s going to happen—just as confused. He looks at the note he’s clutching that he received only moments earlier. I’ve been yours from the start.
“…Kid—”
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“It’s good to see you again, taichou! How was the mission?”
It went as expected. Would’ve been worse without luck on our side, though. Some of our men were having problems sleeping and were too tired to fight without gettin’ their asses kicked.
[Unfortunately, he was one of them. Hisagi had been on his mind the entire time…]
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I don’t go for gray faces, so no. Don’t fuckin’ think so.
This is getting overwhelming for the Visored. He sighs heavily and rubs his face with a hand.
“…G’h. Wonder who the hell this is from,” he grumbles to himself.
The rose is perfectly shaped. None of its petals are wilting and all of them are the same size. He stares at it for a few moments and then the card in thought and lowers his head in thought.
