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The Gotei have emerged from a long and bloody Civil War within the Seireitei and the Rukon. Five centuries ago the Soitaicho Xiaoyu Demizu and her Fukotaicho Kimiko Demizu found out that the ruling body of the Central Forty Six had become corrupt. The Rebels who numbered but in the thousands came to the crater and began construction of a memorial to all those who had lost their lives in the conflict. Most notably the two Soitaichos that had triggered the very war they had just ended. Now with the war being over the leader of the Rebels passed away leaving the bloodied hakama that was the symbol of the Gotei to her eldest daughter Lhin who now is in charge of the Gotei and tasked with leading them out from the ruins they where within.
Many have risen and many have fallen during the Gotei’s Civil War but there has been but a few constants. The Tres Beasts roaming the sands in honor of their Reyes. Along with them the elite squadrons of Grimmjow roamed the sands for four centuries as the Gotei imploded, but then one day they stopped. No one knows what happened to the former Espada. Those so strong they said could suck the very light from the air about them when their powers where used. Now the sands stir restlessly. Those afraid to show their face for the previous century are now emerging. Stronger Adjuncha’s clawing around trying to find the rumored source of the power of the Reyes within the ruins of the White City.
However by comparison the old ruins that was once Aizen's kingdom whilst in Heuco Mundo has had some presence dwelling from within. Neither Hollow or Arrancar dare trespass however due to the reiatsu emitting from it's once proud walls. What threat could be looming within the former citadel of power...
During the Shinigami's absence from the Human realm, Hollows have grown unchecked, the Quincies just as much as they hold much dominance over the realm of man as the last defenders against the hollows. Feeling that the Shinigami have abandoned mankind the Quincies have had no issue or opposition crushing any pockets of resistance with their newfound allies the Fullbringers.
However the Fullbringers feel that despite the lack of Shinigami within the world the threat of Hollow and Arrancar alike have risen. Local rural towns decimated within hours as many once ruins of mankind have become desolate holds for Hollow factions.
However during all of this two amongst a handful of others from a past long since forgotten have awoken and seized opportunity during the detonation of the Sokyokyou Hill. The names forgotten by the sands of time however with the mishap and under sight by the Shinigami this darker shadow from the past will need to be addressed before it surely spoils ruin to all fronts, Hollow, Quincy, Shinigami and Human alike.
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She countered, looking down at her fallen third seat while trying to maintain a cool facade. Failing quite miserably, her body trembled with the remnants of laughter that had begun when he considered her words and fallen from his chair. Had she said to much? They both doubted whether there was serious intent behind their affections and flirtations, so she supposed she would have to keep at it until all was revealed. A slight blush still lingered from when he had responded to her touch with his own, and she was surprised to realize that she missed the warm pressure.
Suddenly flustered she straightened her back and became very interested with the glass in front of her, fixing her glasses with a quivering hand before she took a sip of the strawberry sake. Mmmm... She had been right in her assumptions, it was much tastier than the standard stuff, and she licked her lips with an appreciative smile.
"You better get back up here or else it might look like I've already out-drunk you."
She wasn't sure how to play this game, it was almost like she had forgotten rules. But although she was inexperienced she decided she would make up for it with enthusiasm, and hope that her opponent knew what he was doing.
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Mar 23, 2012 22:04:15 GMT -6
His laughter faded to giggles and eventually into humming of a tune both fast and simple, a boating tune perhaps. He seemed back in his own world. And looked a little more comfortable than one should laying on the hard ground. His foot tapped to the beat, a soft patting in the quiet. “Bah!” He scoffed against comments. “Let’s see you stand after downing a whole bottle of anything!” He waved a hand at her, both as an invitation and a challenge. “I’d have to carry you up stairs and keep you warm all night.”
The action looked foreign to the fiery haired man, raising from the ground took more than a couple tries, and he looked very unsteady as he stood erect. “I am born of sterner stuff than most.” His attempts at returning the stool to its previous position was futile when he balance needed adjusting. Kicking it back up immediately corrected the situation. “Take that. Yeah, I just owned you chair.”
Takeshi admitted he looked stupid doing that. Showing off to a chair. But hell, it was a night to enjoy himself. He was going to do it too. So he shrugged off the embarrassment before it grabbed him and sat down. He didn’t really want to drink anything else. He shouldn’t drink more at that, He should stick to water and not wake up feeling like he got smacked around with a tree. He’d have to see where the night took him first though.
She had never seen her third seat engage in such foolish behavior before but as he insulted the barstool, she knew that perhaps he had already taken enough drink for the evening. She had too, but his challenge rang fresh in her ears and though the thought of being carried to someplace warm to sleep away an inevitable hangover seemed like an irresistible idea (ideally to her own quarters, but perhaps not), she would carry on until her honor was claimed.
She was drunk enough to decide that climbing over the bar was a good idea and still retained enough balance for the moment to allow such an action, so with great elegance she stood upon her barstool, placed her hands on the wooden bar and sailed over it to the other side. Acting quickly because she was sure Takeshi had killed men for lesser insults than someone breaching the sanctity of his domain, she retrieved two bottles of lychee wine, strutting over to her drinking companion with an air of faux-arrogance and placed on of them in front of him with a smirk as a direct challenge. Much shorter than he was, she realised she couldn't quite lean over to whisper a taunt into his ear, so in a declaration of audacity opened the bottle with a twist and began to drink straight from it.
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 7, 2012 7:59:15 GMT -6
When his sempai climbed over his bar to grab wine from his stock, the third seat should have been insulted. He should have been outraged. There should have been some sort of violent fit. Instead the teenager in him took over and he just enjoyed the view, one he assumed that he would probably not be seeing again, at least not from such a great position, and not while he had a mind to admire such great assets. Such were sad times when the moment ended and back to being an adult he went. For a brief moment as it went. Her challenge was met head on, he swiped the bottle from the counter and broke to top off the aged wood. His head went back with the bottle as he emptied it. Only a drop or three fell down his chin. He didn’t really know how to be drunk. Nor did he get the reason why people usually drank. At that moment though. He didn’t really care. He was challenged, and he was fighting.
The third seat swung over the bar and grabbed two whiskey bottles from the wall behind the counter and placed them between the two. “Time for something hard.”
It took much longer for the petite woman to drain the last of the wine and by the time she had completed her own challenge and brought her bottle down onto the bar, she couldn’t help but utter a groan as Takeshi placed the whiskey in front of her. She felt hazy and unbalanced, relying on the bar to keep her upright as she squinted and tried to focus on the man in front of her.
“Hard? Why don’t you… just… give me a real challenge? I’m bored of drinking.”
In truth, she was starting to feel woozy and was afraid that she would completely loose her dignity if she drank much more. Slowly she wrestled the cork from the neck of the whiskey bottle, the smell alone nearly tipping her over the edge, but she raised it and clinked it of the officers with a brief, “Kampai!” then took a small swig.
Though she had battled valiantly this was too much and she let go of the bottle and slid down onto the floor behind the bar, grimacing as the amber liquid burned down her throat. She moved her body so she was lying face down, leaning on her arm unwilling to face Takeshi. Too drunk to be ashamed, but still aware that his opinion of her was probably degrading by the second, she groaned a little before admitting defeat.
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 8, 2012 10:18:07 GMT -6
Nanao sempai seemed up to the challenge, but he doubted he could keep going if she suddenly found someplace to put all of that alcohol. The hachibantai were not known for their aggression or status, they were however known for their competitiveness, at least for him they were. “Kampai, sempai.”
He of course hadn’t even opened his own bottle. Drinking whiskey was something he’d sworn to do only for funerals. Nanao slid to the ground and pooled like a lump. Her third seat made a face even he couldn’t identify the meaning of before moving to her side. He’d excuse himself quietly and lift her up bridal style. “Nah, I didn’t even open my whiskey. You win.”
Silently the barhand carried the woman he cared most for up the stairs. She was small, and seemed frail, but he could feel the muscles of a true shinigami under her robes. She was no pushover. On the second floor there were doors placed at certain intervals. A certain one on the right appeared to be made of one solid trunk. It was thick and looked to give perfect privacy. The rest seemed to be a menagerie of different styles and designs. As they reached the end of the hall, a door faced them. A very nice copper plaque had “Pub Master” etched into it in both English and kanji. The door itself was not closed all the way, Mostly because no one went upstairs without asking and because the best air came through that room.
Inside was a large bed, and a larger dressing area. Takeshi’s uniform sat on the dressing table, folded neatly. Large candles, made with four wicks each, were spread around gave ample lighting to the large room. Though not so much light that one could not sleep through it. The red head laid his sempai neatly on the bed and moved over to the dressing area. “Now, you can sleep the alcohol off there, or you can just rest till you feel like leaving.” He paused as he placed his weskit and tie on the dressing table next to said uniform. “You’re choice.”
On the cusp of unconsciousness, she suddenly became very awake as Takeshi slipped his arms around her and lifted her off of the floor to his chest. Her first instinct was to protest and struggle even though she knew he would never cause her harm, but soon her rigid form gave in to the wonderful sense of protection his body seemed to be offering.
“I won…?”
She murmured with a soft smile, as he carried her up the stairs and along the corridor. They passed by the guest room doors she began to feel her anxiety creeping, and by the time he had crossed the threshold into his personal chambers her body had become rigid once more. She blushed as he laid her gently on the bed, lying frozen for a moment before shuffling quickly to the edge and sitting, hands in lap, eyes firmly glued to the floor. How would it look to her peers? A lieutenant in her third seats bedroom in the early hours of the morning, both intoxicated? She groaned inwardly, worrying about her reputation, and Takeshi’s as well, knowing that if anyone was to catch them now her division would never be able to recover their image.
“I should go-”
She began, but stopped as she happened to glance up at the red-haired officer standing before her. Bitterly disappointed in herself, she decided to revaluate the situation. Something could happen if she stayed. There was no doubt about that, but the nature of what could occur had yet to be decided. The anticipation excited her, though she smothered her optimism in fear of disappointment. Nothing would happen if she left, that much was obvious. She could stumble home miserably, convince herself she was learning an important lesson, and tomorrow everything would be the same as it always had been. Perhaps another opportunity would arise, but her third seat would owe her nothing… Reputation be damned! If all she was worried about was them getting caught, then she would just have to make sure that didn’t happen.
“But is it really alright for me to stay here?”
Of course nothing could happen at all, but at least she could give them both a chance. She trembled as she watched him shyly, suddenly cold without the heat from the fire or the man to warm her. She wondered if he was going through the same inner struggle, almost hoping that he was so he could understand why the whole thing seemed so difficult.
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 9, 2012 10:53:09 GMT -6
He was worried that she’d struggle or fight, he was afraid she’d say something to him. Afraid of just about anything other than what she actually said. A smile slipped across his face while his back was to her. A little safety measure of sorts. A wall between his insecurity and hers. Takeshi slowly unbuttoned his shirt around the collar, he needed the breathing room.
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” He undid his cufflinks, careful to not make a lot of noise. The took his time removing his belt. Even untucked his shirt as if the process was still new to him. The third seat was nervous, of more than a thousand things. There was a thousand things wrong with this situation and the only thing that was right with it at all was that they were a man and a woman. The drunken haze didn’t help matters either. Though it wasn’t hurting his “courage” any.
The red head took a deep breath and turned around. He looked like a different person than he had a few moments ago. His appearance of being an immaculate business man had come undone and the tired, overworked third seat came charging into view. “I mean when I’m here I’m just Hiryuu Takeshi, Bar owner and sweet talker.” His smile was still a little lacking. But he didn’t look like a faker, he was being genuine in his approach at least. “Just a guy helping out a lady that probably doesn’t want to be seen coming home in the middle of the night drunk.” Maybe he was stretching the truth, maybe he just wanted to be with her away from everyone else. Just the two of them, alone.
He needed to back out, she wasn’t interested in him. He was just some dude with freaky hair that happened to work under her and own a bar. She just felt more secure going to his bar. She had no reason to feel anything about him. “You can sleep here. I can just sleep in one of the guest beds. No worries."
He appeared blasé as he started to undress slowly, keeping his back to her as he did so. Nanao did not know if he was being purposely enticing, but her breath hitched in her a throat a little as she watched him, unable to look away. She was startled as he finally replied, embarrassed that she had been observing so intently, but relieved as he basically expressed his permission. Her body stiffened as the distinct jingle-noise came as he removed his belt, and she shifted nervously, causing the mattress to squeak in protest through the quiet of the room. As he turned round to face her, shirt open and dishevelled, she blushed deeply and turned away. This was the first time she had seen a partially clothed Takeshi and she couldn’t deny that she found the sight pleasant. His rich, kind voice washed over her and she looked back to him, seeking the truth in his eyes. Finding it there along with his sincere smile, she could tell that he truly wanted her to stay the night and this sent an excited shiver through her entire body.
“No-“
His final conclusion was less appeasing and she felt her body tense in preparation of protest. Luckily she managed to control herself, and instead of jumping up she leaned back slightly so she was perching on her elbows and she crossed her right leg over her left looking up at him.
“I’d hate for my presence to put you out. There’s plenty of space in here…”
Resolutely she held his gaze, despite the colour on her checks and the quaver in her voice. She couldn’t describe how desperately she wanted him to stay, and she didn’t want to come across as shameless. Was he teasing her or just trying to be a gentleman? Knowing Takeshi it was the latter, but she was afraid to come straight out and state her request.
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 9, 2012 18:11:18 GMT -6
Takeshi knew his face had to be some sort of red from the alcohol, he couldn’t possibly look normal, but the way Nanao sprawled across the bed and what she said left him resembling a tomato. His left hand found its way behind his head, rubbing a lump at the base of his skull in embarrassment. “M-maybe we could… manage something.” He’d never stuttered before. He was practically known for his calm demeanor, and occasional mischievous antics.
The red head sighed for a moment before turning away. “I can’t sleep with a shirt on, I’ll be amazed if I can with these pants.” One button after another came undone. When the last one was finished the white top slid off as if gravity had only just been invented. “I usually don’t sleep in much if anything.” Takeshi knew he had an awful lot of scars, and he knew most of them were out in the open now. Along with his unusual amount of body hair, he must have looked really stupid or maybe disgusting. His hand returned to his neck, and this time just squeezed, he needed the pressure to know he hadn’t passed out and this wasn’t just some stupid dream. Awesome but stupid dream.
‘Get it over with, are you a man or not. Just sit on the edge of the bed, she’ll change her mind and you can just go to another room.’ The barhand amazed himself at how he needed to convince himself to sit on his own bed. He was a bigger man than that. He wasn’t some teenager about to talk to the cheerleader. He took a quick breath and moved to the edge opposite of Nanao. Sitting all the way back and facing away from her. He didn’t quite have that much courage. “Don’t let me distract you from getting comfortable.”
Takeshi's face had turned a startling rouge and she was starting to worry until he managed to stammer out a reply. He turned away once more and restarted undressing, sliding out of his shirt effortlessly, revealing his well-muscled yet scarred torso. Her eyes skimmed over him, drinking in every muscle and imperfection in complete admiration, realizing in a surge of emotion the pain he had been through for his division. She hardly caught his words, but she managed a sympathetic nod regarding his lack of sleep. She hadn't made it through a full night since Shunsui had left.
As he moved towards her she tensed and shifted more towards the middle of the large, comfortable bed, getting a little closer to him. She was a little disappointed that he still had his back to her, but perhaps she was looking unsightly after their bout of drinking before. Frowning, she did her best to adjust her mussed up hair, and considered whether her glasses were off-putting. She reached out a trembling hand, intending to touch his shoulder, but she withdrew it at the last minute, silently cursing her fearfulness. “Don’t let me distract you from getting comfortable.” She was worried that she was causing him discomfort, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep in her uniform either but she was torn between prudishness and practicality.
"Takeshi..." She swallowed nervously as she quietly called his first name. "Would you mind if I... get undressed?"
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 10, 2012 0:12:21 GMT -6
Hiryuu Mifune Takeshi couldn’t remember the last time his mind was this full of thoughts, the last time he was thinking so much he couldn’t even remember why he was thinking in the first place. All he really knew was that he needed to stop before he missed something important. So the third seat took a deep breath and turned, just in time to hear his fukutaicho.
That was the first time she’d used his first name like that. It made his heart skip a beat. Shudder and shake in his chest. She continued to try to murder him with words. Asking if she could undress. Did she know he’d be unable to answer. Did she want to force him to take such a leap? He wanted to hyperventilate in a corner. But he remembered Morgans words. How the old man never wanted him to back down. Especially with something like this.
“I… Uh. I don’t mind.” Takeshi might of well have been announcing that he was nervous if she was teasing him like that. He hadn’t known she was that kind of lady. Maybe he was looking at the situation wrong though. She wasn’t able to stand up on her own too well before. Maybe she was in the same position. “I mean, if you don’t mind me undressing.”
Perhaps her answer was too vague, but with his permission she righted herself on the mattress so she could remove her restrictive uniform. She considered turning away but Takeshi had just spun around to face her and she didn't want to be counterproductive, so with a nervous inhalation, and more than a little concentration, she began to undo the white sash that wrapped around her waist, untying the knot and unwinding it slowly. When it had unravelled completely from around her, causing her kosode to gape, she folded it neatly and hesitated before continuing. Her eyes travelled to his again, almost as if to reassure herself that he had agreed, and finding no protest she untied her lieutenants badge and placed it proudly on top. She then shrugged her black kosode and ivory white shitagi from her shoulders as one in a single movement, letting the clothing full down to her waist revealing her upper torso.
The flickering light from the candles wrapped around her curves and bathed her trembling form in a soft light. Her pale, creamy skin was unmarred, completely supple and smooth, a fact that she was loath to show to the brave shinigami before her. She would blame their captain for never allowing her to partake in serious battles, but she knew it was because he had thought her weak, unable to protect herself without his presence. Withdrawing her arms slowly, she crossed them across her chest to conceal her pert, petite breasts. A simple, practical black bra restrained them, but she was unable to summon the courage to attempt to unlatch it yet. She doubted her fingers would be so nimble.
Removing her hakama would require her to stand but she did not think she could manage such a feat. Shakily she stood and her top garments fell away complete onto the bed. After a moment of surprising stability in which she managed to untie the knot at the back of the trouser-garment, her balance seemed to vanish and she fell backwards onto the mattress, bouncing twice before settling. Unhappy with her clumsy show, she couldn’t help but utter a soft laugh at their current situation. She turned onto her side, close enough to touch him now, and took the nearest of his hands in hers. Running her fingers lightly over his, she glanced upwards with a timid expression, fearful that he would withdraw once more.
“Thank for not putting your lieutenant out in the rain….”
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2012 3:47:27 GMT -6 by Nanao Ise
Post by hiryuu Mihai on Apr 10, 2012 12:34:17 GMT -6
“Yes it would be.”
She began to undress, which made Takeshi feel slightly awkward. But she had not requested that he turn around or moved to where he couldn’t see. And the farther into the situation they went the more he asked himself question after question. He asked himself how and why they had ended up in the situation, what would happen later, what sort of feelings were happening between them. How long had he been starring at her.
He was starring. He. Was. Starring. Takeshi shook his head slightly and tried to not look directly at her body, He tried to focus on her face, or the wall or generally not look stupid. Which was still something new to the red head. The feeling of the dizzy distortedness from his intoxication was wearing away quickly with each pulse of his heart.
Nanao stood, tried to remove her hakama, and fell. Her hand met his, touched. And he moved without thinking. His hands clasped around hers, her palms warm in his. His hair fell down around his eyes, blocking most of the room from his vision. For a moment in his mind the entire world consisted of her and him. He moved slowly, almost painfully so. His head dipped down and on the tip of her nose he laid his lips in a soft kiss. Before regaining his senses and moving away, nearly purple in his facial pigmentation. “O-of c-course I wouldn’t.”
Hardly daring to breathe as his big, rough hands engulfed hers gently, she marvelled that such a small move on her behalf had instigated such a great response. It seemed like he was frozen above her, daring himself to move, and she was willing it too, Just. A little. Closer… Ever so slowly… Her heart felt like it was trying to smash through her ribs, the waiting was infuriating. Just as she felt as if she would cry out in exasperation, she received a tender first kiss from her third seat, right on the tip of her nose. Overcome by the sheer affection of the gesture, she remained still, waiting eagerly for more but was left frustrated as he pulled away again. Well, it’s a start. It definitely wasn’t enough.
With her hands restrained there was little she could do from her current position, so she wriggled her fingers free and raised her body to a kneeling posture. Moving so she was at his back, she pressed the front of her body against him, exhaling timidly on the nape of his neck. Almost as if by their own accord her hands drifted up over his bare chest, lightly exploring the scars that decorated his skin and then found a resting place on his sternum. Tilting her head slightly, she placed a string of little butterfly kisses along his neck to his shoulder. As she paused awaiting his reaction, she held the embrace, mind spinning as the closeness intoxicated her. Strange stirrings from her body caused her excitement and fear. What would happen if this was just too much? Afraid of the possible repercussions, she shut her eyes and rested her cheek against his shoulder bone, silently begging for reassurance.
Last Edit: Apr 11, 2012 18:19:51 GMT -6 by Nanao Ise