open || nighttime walk

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Ukitake had for a moment expected that his words would not have reached him, but apparently they did which lifted a heavy burden off his shoulders, he would not at this time have to worry about Ryou getting punished, he sighed, he heard Hirato`s words they carved a deep reminder that in the near future Ryou might not be as lucky. Ah i appreciate your understanding Hirato-san He spoke with a gentle but slightly more serious tone than what he had spoken to Ryou moment`s before, yet did not turn to face Hirato at least for the moment, as his concerns remained on Ryou, he would have to figure something out, a more permanent solution.

It seemed that all that Ryou needed was Gentleness, he certainly reacted to it more so than Ukitake could have expected, he did however not expect him to simply hug him outright rather than shake his hand, but this was fine too, in fact a hug was never wrong.

Ukitake petted his somewhat messy hair, while wrapping his other hand around his back. That nice smile which he could not hide emerged once more, he also noticed that Ryou cried which did not exactly suprise him, it was good to cry sometimes. There there Ryou you will be fine He listened to Hirato talking to Sakura and Ukitake as if by instict appeared using shumpo along with Ryou next to them.

Hirato-san forgive me for waking you up this late, you really must be in a bad mood due to this? It was a pure guess he was not sure if this was the case but perhaps like byakuya he was just doing his duty, which in all fairness was right but sometimes people overlooked the real issues.

Ryou is there something you want to tell Sakura here before we leave? also i would like to... discuss more with you, maybe tomorrow? He wished Ryou to apologise to Sakura for his wild behavior, and perhaps to Hirato as well, futhermore he also would like to discuss with Ryou about his behaviour, maybe he could pay a visit at his division?

Ukitake had not forgotten about Sakura and the cloth which he handed to her, he would allow to borrow it to her seeing as this night was not getting any warmer even with all the tension going around.

OOC: sorry for the late responce, but here it is, not quite how i planned it but it will have to do! <3

[emily]

Sakura waited silently as her superiors exchanged a few words, and blinked as the captain offered to walk her back to the barracks. As he landed next to her, she glanced up at him nervously, but his face gave away nothing. "Yes, Hirato-taicho." She suspected his words were more of a statement, rather than an offer. It seemed like Ukitake had lightened the situation, for she began to feel a prick of unease at the thought of traveling alone with the captain. Absentmindedly, she tugged the cloth around her shoulders closer. The man's demeanor resembled that of Kuchiki-taicho's a bit, a very proper and dutiful shinigami dedicated to the rules, so she had no doubt she wouldn't be let off without punishment. If only she could learn to contain her recklessness, she probably wouldn't be in this mess right now. Her back ached just thinking about the amount of paperwork... that is, if she only received a light punishment like that. Regrets weren't going to get her anywhere. Biting back a sigh of anxiety and frustration, Sakura called, "Good-bye, Ukitake-sensei, Ryou-kun," as the said shinigami landed next to her. It surprised her to see crystalline tears leaking from dark eyes and sliding down the boy's cheeks. Despite his tears, the Cheshire grin remained, and it saddened her to see the smile still plastered across his face, as if he'd forgotten how to express emotion normally. Once, she'd been the same, though only her disguise had been a stoic expression. She still wore the mask nowadays, though she found it easier to communicate now. Still, she'd sealed off excess emotions from escaping in time of need with the barrier, and couldn't let go of it.

With a last fleeting look at pair, she followed the captain back towards her barracks, with quick steps to match his pace. For a while, they walked in grave silence, Sakura dreading the arrival. It was the first time since she'd been appointed lieutenant (which wasn't too long ago) that she'd been caught up in trouble as serious as this. Drawing your zanpakuto against another shinigami was one of the most strictly-enforced laws in the Soul Society, and incidents such as that most likely got you thrown into the Maggot's Nest, an experience she'd rather disliked. If she were sent in again, she would never get out a second time. But... she hadn't hurt anyone this time, unlike a few decades ago, the first time she'd been confined. Hirato's voice jerked her from her thoughts; she'd nearly forgotten he was there. "I was out on a walk, wanting to get some fresh air, Hirato-taicho. I lost my footing and knocked down a few tiles." She cringed, but continued, "Ukitake-sensei found me, and so did Ryou-kun. He...surprised me, and I impulsively drew my sword, I apologize, sir. Then he also did, but released his zanpakuto. Before I realized what I was doing, I had done the same. It was my fault, sir, and I will take any punishment you wish to give." She hesitated upon ending her report, then bowed politely, awaiting a response.

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words; 546
outfit; same
muse; listen by beyonce
tagged; ukitake, ryou, hirato
notes; I'm sure I failed my social studies assessment... >.< urgh... I need to watch more Hetalia, xD

[Hirato Murano]

Cerulean eyes peered through the darkness, seeing little yet seeming to pierce through all that lay before them. His mind still occupied itself with pondering the considerable number of preparations he had to make, so much so that the Lieutenant's words appeared little more than background noise, idle chattering that only distracted him from thinking more clearly. After the fifth time his mind processed the words, he finally understood them and began to mentally create a reply. "It appears to be nothing more than an accident on your part, Lieutenant Itami. I will have to write a report about this, but I'll include your explanation of the incident." Hirato spoke these words sincerely and paused for a moment to consider whether he should share some of his thoughts with the Lieutenant. Deciding that they couldn't do any harm, he cleared his throat and deep tones echoed out from it. "I recommend avoiding any contact with Officer Kurosawa. He's unstable and dangerous." An undertone of disgust colored this warning, his dislike of those without sound mental faculties influencing him to find a sort of satisfaction in saying those words. They were certainly truthful, as the incident proved. Obviously, Ise-san was not controlling him well with a tight leash suitable for mindless dogs like him.

His crimson hair shone in the moonlight while he strode gracefully toward the Second Division. No doubt Soi Fon would reprimand her subordinate harshly for the incident, perhaps too harshly, but how she handled discipline in regard to her own troops was her decision, not one he or any other Captain could influence at all. The conversation with the Lieutenant was effectively finished in his mind, so he returned to pondering the measures he must take to prepare for every possible scenario. One such measure could be considered high treason if discovered by one of his white-robed brethren or the diminutive supreme commander of the Gotei 13, although none would learn of it unless it had to be implemented, in which case the situation would already be terrible. Another, to his disgust, involved making a deal with wretched scum, a man far more menacing than even Aizen himself. Still, he had no choice in these matters, for if he was to emerge victorious in this war, every one of his contingency plans had to be put into motion. Most of them he hoped he never had to unveil; however, all of them were essential to the protection of the Seireitei.

[emily]

Sakura cautiously peered up at her superior with tentative eyes, unsure whether to meet his gaze or keep her eyes down. Looking one in the eyes was an act of defiance and strength, such as when facing a canine in an unspoken battle for dominance, and in her current situation, the last thing she wanted to do was push her luck. Fortunately, although the captain's oppressive stormy eyes gazed in front of him, he did not appear to be looking at a specific object, namely her, but was focused intently on an unidentifiable point in the distance, lost in thought. Her sea-green eyes quickly flittered aside as he begun talking, glancing safely at her own feet. With his words came relief, which she welcomed shakily, standing straighter, although her muscles still tensed at the inevitable lecture she would received from her sharp-tongued captain. Nonetheless, she gave a small nod of gratitude towards Hirato, glad to be avoiding the opening ceremony to the main event. Speaking of main event, her gaze flickered ahead in their vicinity to the shadowy barracks, cringing slightly as a familiar reiatsu awakened, then mingling heavily with the thick swirling tension already present in the atmosphere. Her eyes swiveled back towards the man as he continued, pushing away thoughts of her impendening fate and supressing her inner anxiety. Far too many times, she had witnessed the reprimanding of a fellow division member, and although she had dealt a number of them herself, the captain's lectures she always heard all the way from her personal barracks.

She struggled to listen genuinely to the man's advice, following behind him closely as they neared the barracks. The evident repugnance in his words startled her, but she supposed they were efficient to capture the truth and reality of the matter without sugarcoating the ugly verity. Direct and to the point, this man was, but his straight-forward manner was admirable. "Understood, thank you." When Sakura looked at him again, his eyes had returned to their demanding trance, and her usual urge to ask questions arose. What was he thinking about? Definitely not about the incident tonight, the intensity in the cerulean depths too muddled for a small occurrence, most likely reserved for an event of greater significance. If she asked about it, she could be possibly disturbing and scattering his thoughts, only being a nuisance, probably truly resulting in punishment. After brief contemplation, Sakura wisely decided against it and suppressed the instinct, unwilling to disrupt more with her unfailing mouth. At the sound of a barrack door sliding open, she snapped to attention, staring warily at the silhouette of her captain in the illuminated doorway. "Goodnight, sir, and again, I apologize for disturbing your sleep." With a last nod, Sakura quickly made her way to her captain's side. Her captain called a short greeting to Hirato, before sliding the door shut.

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word count; 486
outfit; poop
muse; louder than thunder by the devil wears prada
tagged; hirato
notes; i can't apologize enough, D: and this was a sucky last post :S

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After a potentially eventful night, Ukitake looked forward to get some decent sleep, he shuddered as a cold wind swept from the north, a few clouds had gathered above clouding the moon at least partially, at every breath a small cloud of warm air turned into a hazel of frost. For a brief moment Ukitake regretted giving Sakura his cloth that was very precious to him, but this regret soon turned into a smile as he remebered the girls facial expression.

Heh how silly of me... he said as he continued to walk away from the fifth Division, there was little to be said about the event itself He had brought Ryou back to his Division he had ensured him that everything would be all right, he would take care of the boy to the greatest of his capabilities. Ukitake was freezing or so he admitted to himself, at the very least he would soon be back in his family mansion cozy and warm, he coughed a bit along the way hoping that his disease would not catch him off guard, it remained as a constant remainder that his life was hanging on a thread in full harmony and balance, and should something disturb this balance it could turn out to be potentially a fatal end to a long life of adventure, discovery, happiness, sadness, dissapointment, gentleness, austerity and exitement, this only to name a few. He had tried in his youth to live his life to the fullest and was happy that it turned out that way, these days he was not one much for adventure and the extreme, he reconed that those days where long gone and enjoyed a cup of tea with a good book.

Ukitake already felt warmer as he strolled the streets, he looked up towards the sky as something cold fell over his nose, a snowflake that immidietly melted when it touched his body, in its brief existence Ukitake had only had a brief second to look at it more closeley, the thought that each individual snowflake was different from one another baffled him, it actually made more sense and as being said these snowflakes where almost like shinigami and humans alike, with individual personalities on each one of them. In retrospect he liked to compare each snowflake with a humanoid being, it was these kind of thoughts that made him appreaciate each moment in his life so much more.

What suprised him more was the fact that it was snowing at this time of the year, the last time this had occured was when he was but a bright lad whit a whole life before him...


The young boy gaped in awe as white peculiar things slowly fell across the sky in the thousands, the boy had never seen snow before, his black spiky hair got a few white spots where the snow fell "Dad" the boy yelled "Dad come on out, there are speckles of white falling from the sky" his dad came out, as soon as he noticed the snow the man smiled "its called snow" The young lad could hardly belive his eyes but repeated his dad`s words "snow" his exitement could easily have been read. He opened his mouth and tucked out his tongue soon a snowflake landed on his tongue melting that instant, the boy tried to comprehend what it tasted like all he could say is that it was cold.


Ukitake opened his eyes and sighed as he continued his walk towards his family mansion, the genuine memory still fresh in his mind as he was certainly smiling.

[Exit]