Disclaimers on Nanao, Nemu and possibly any characters from BLEACH. They are property of Kubo T. and I am only borrowing them for the purpose of writing fiction.
Look and See,
By Winterwing3000
The summer sunlight bounced off of her glasses. They shielded her eyes. It was difficult to understand what was happening within her head when her eyes are covered.
Sometimes, Nemu wondered—wondered, never asked—how it did not bother her eyes. The glasses were a tool in order to increase one's decreasing vision. But it was rare. Shinigami were ordinary souls with enhanced senses if they were trained properly.
Perhaps it was used for another reason, but Nemu dared not to ask. Only observed and obeyed.
She watched silently as fukutaichou Ise walked past the 12th division's headquarters alongside her captain. Her hand moved up and readjusted the spectacles.
Nemu saw passive eyes directed at her.
Russet and golden leaves swept onto the veranda as the autumn air blew by. Nemu followed the rest of the vice captains out of their meeting room.
Throughout the meeting, Nemu kept mental notes of her surroundings and of the discussed topics. She saw the glasses shinning in clear light. They did not block her eyes this time.
They were a dark blue, close to black. Her lashes fanned over the dark orbs. But they were narrow and quiet. Quiet in the sense where no happy gleams or dimming sadness appeared, just tranquility. And inquisitive.
Nemu waited and examined her patiently when those same eyes lifted, the glasses slid forward, down the bridge of her nose. They held gazes for a few moments which seemed too short when a pale, unscarred hand reached up and pushed it back up.
She couldn't see the eyes anymore, but she felt them linger on her.
Winter had settled into Soul Society. Snow was a rare happening here. But when it did, sometimes, Nemu did not like it.
There was no sun this time, so her eyes were not blocked from its reflections. But the air was chilly and the air has become dense. Frost covered the lenses this time.
She could not see anything through it.
But she saw all when they were removed from her face to be wiped of the moisture.
No questions, no answers. Just silence.
Nemu watched as she walked over to where she was sitting on the roof of the 12th division headquarters and sat herself.
Snow fell gently. No words were spoken. Nanao merely reached up and pulled off her glasses as Nemu looked on.
"You have been watching." The 8th division vice captain said directly.
"Yes. I apologize if it disturbs you."
"… Perhaps one day, you can let me look instead."
Nemu was alone once more as Nanao joined her captain, the words programmed into her mind.
Spring breeze brushed the loose wisps of hair against her face. She sat against the tree, legs folded sideways.
Nanao was next to her, just on the other side of the unearthed root. Her large book was open, her neck craned to read the words. Despite her spectacles, she leaned close.
Frowning just the slightest, Nemu wondered once more.
Crawling on her knees, she knelt in front of Nanao. "Your glasses do not aid your sight." Said she.
Not startled by the sudden statement, the fukutaichou looked up. "Is that so?"
Nemu reached out, her hands grazing the sides of the glasses. She lifted it slowly and carefully and drew it out. The metal was cold in her hands.
"…Yes." She had a small quirk on her lip, as if glad she had figured out a secret.
It gleamed in her hands.
AN: My first try at writing NanaoNemu.