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Disrupted Smile: Chapter One. Tsukimi Obiru
Seireitei. -One Year Later Into The Story Line
It was a futile idea thinking that one could manipulate the likes of her. She had a nimble mind. Able to tell much about a person, without having them telling so. Even the most complicated of people, Tsukimi Obiru knew and understood the qualities of what made them all individually unique. Back and forth, she walked. Waiting upon the arrival of her husband. Her raven colored hair fell about, rippling and shining like a cascade in the moonlight. She wore a simple ice blue yukata, with a scarlet sash keeping it together. Her cadet-blue eyes rested upon the moon. She had a feeling. That something catastrophic had happened. Shaking the feeling out, she continued to pace around the barracks of the Fifth Division. It was soundless, except for the light pounding footsteps coming up ahead.
Shifting her gaze, she realized that it wasn't the person that she had hoped to see.
But that didn't stop her from being suspicious.
Tsukimi knew from the start that he wasn't to be trusted, yet she liked the young boy.
"Is something the matter, Gin-kun?"
Those words left her mouth without any hesitation. She cared for the silver haired boy. He would always have a grin on and smile at the face of danger. It's as if he doesn't care about the situation he's in. Tsukimi enjoyed that most about him. But there was something about him that disturbed her.
She didn't like the way he was being used as a toy.
"Nah, nothin's wrong. Just gettin' some fresh air."
Tsukimi sensed another presence. As if the figure was watching her movements from a distance.
"Do you happen to be getting some fresh air as well, Sôsuke?"
The air around her change. And as expected, a god had appeared. She stared at the him with blank eyes, watching every sudden movement he may make. He stood besides Gin, with a serene smile plastered on his elegant face. The same smile that manipulated everyone. Deceived them with false beliefs. Wearing it to obscure the true identity of Aizen Sôsuke.
But that was why he interested her. A mystery that no one has yet to solve.
"I'm impressed. Your detecting skills have improved incredibly since I last saw you."
She stood silent, cautious of his movements. The many times she would spend with him, she noticed how alike they were. Similar towards each other in mind and power and Aizen was the only one that knew of her power. But Tsukimi hated it. She disliked the illusions that she would create. The ability to manipulate others easily without effort. It was something she disapproved of.
One shouldn't be another one's possession.
"What are you two doing here at this hour?"
She spoke, able to see the grin on Gin's face extend a bit wider.
"Nothin'. Ain't that right, Aizen-taicho?"
It suddenly struck her. The sudden disappearance of the various reiatsu around the area. Concealing her impulse to attack, she stood silent clenching the sides of her yukata.
"Where's Shinji?"
"You've figured it out. How unfortunate though. I should have made sure your husband's presence was completely wiped out from your senses."
He whispered, placing his fore finger underneath her chin. She didn't realize how close he was away from her. Thoughts of her husband filled her mind. She made sure Aizen's words didn't creep into her mind. Tsukimi nearly growled at the lieutenant.
"Why did you kill him?!"
"Hush now. A person like you should deserve much more."
"What are you trying to imply here, Sôsuke?"
"Why settle being married to a dead person, when you can be my queen."
Beginning. Third District. -Tsukimi.
Eyes batted open to the bright beaming rays of the sun. A small grown soon escaped the lips of the drowsy woman. She had not anticipated in waking up before noon but there she was, laying on her hard dirt bed staring at the ceiling. Sighing in defeat, she got up off the bed and strolled towards her small window. It held no curtains, instead a single piece of golden cloth was the only layer of privacy between her and the district market. Most would not like the idea of living across the loud, energetic crowd of villagers but Tsukimi disagreed with the opinion. But there was only one thing she disliked the most living there.
The pain she gets when someone close to her is hurt.
"Tsukimi-san! Help! Shinigamis...they're here and they have Tomoku!"
A very thin and very distraught girl appeared in the opening of her window. She wore a plain, yet simple oak brown colored yukata. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Tsukimi frowned at the thought of Tomoku getting in trouble once again. His sister was always worried of him.
"Lead me to him."
Tsukimi called, grabbing the sheathed sword besides the corner. She leaped outside the window following the younger girl into the district market. A crowd of diverted villagers were grouped up in a circle. By the amount of villagers, it was conspicuous there was a commotion of some sort.
"Tomoku's in there! Please, can you save him?!"
"Wait here and stay out of sight, Hyouri. I'll go save him."
Before Tsukimi left into the crowd, she patted the younger girl on top of her head. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd of villagers. Squeezing through the overly excited group, Tsukimi was finally able to reach the edge and caught sight of all the commotion. There were four men in total, all clothed in Shinigami attire. But there was only one that caught her eye. He stood at a great height, towering all of his comrades. Thick brown wavy hair framed his features, as a smirk crept up his mouth. He laughed hysterically, wanting the more attention. Those descriptions were not the reason why the overly sized Shinigami caught her eye though.
Hanging from his left arm was a young blond haired boy.
He dangled from his spot trying to make the Shinigami release his arm.
"L-let me go!"
"No, he shouldn't be released! That brat stole water from me and deserves to be punished!"
The scratchy voice belong to the market's water merchant. His worn clothing were ripped, full of holes, and unwashed. Everyone in the district knew of him. Children would steal water from him daily and he would try to catch them, unsuccessfully. The smug on his face grew deeper, impatiently waiting for the punishment to be given.
"You got any idea what you just done, boy? Stealing's a crime, especially for brats like you!"
"I wouldn't make such rash threats, Shinigami-san."
Shifting his gaze towards the left, he spotted a female. She wore a spring-green yukata held together by a gray sash. Raven colored hair fell about, reaching her mid-back. Her cadet-blue eyes stared blankly at the Shinigami.
"Listen here, pretty lady. This boy stole from that merchant and deserves to -where'd that brat go?!"
"He's over there, Aidiko!
Swiftly turning his focus onto the female, he noticed the young boy standing behind her. He also took note of the sword resting on the back of her.
"How did you take that brat away from my hand?!"
"I don't have to answer to you, Shinigami-san."
"Why you-!"
"Will ya just leave her alone?"
From Tsukimi's left, a pair of Shinigamis had arrived. She absorbed every detail from the two. The one whom was taller had coal black wavy hair that framed his face evenly. His olive green eyes seem unimpressed as he watch the scene unfold. The one whom had spoken was a younger boy. Glossy silver hair glimmered in the sun as he walked forward. His slit eyes and devious grin gave him a fox-like appearance.
Overall, the young Shinigami was someone to watch out for.
"So, what's yer problem with her?"
He inquired, tilting his head towards the female. The tall Shinigami, also known as Aidiko, recoiled his steps. He held an impression of fear and nervousness.
"I-it's n-nothing of much importance, Ichimaru-sama!"
"Oh really now?"
The grin on his face grew wider as he turned his attention at the raven haired female.
"What's yer name?"
"Oh, my name isn't that important."
She spoke with a smile plastered on her delicate face.
"Really now? Ya know it'll make me more curious."
"I guess you'll have to be a curious little fox for a while then," She explained, grabbing Tomoku's petite hand. "We must be leaving for now."
"Hope ya have a good evening then."
Fifth Division. -Captain Hirako.
Various trees around the division swayed with the wind, moving backward and forward. Decaying sakura petals drifted on the floor as a yawn erupted the silent area. Underneath the tree in front of the captain's barracks, laid the blond haired captain himself. After being a prisoner in his castle, issuing duties amongst his fellow men and being crowded with paperwork, he decided it was time for a quick break. As soon as he was able to get comfortable and relax, he instantly felt a presence at his left.
A presence which disturbed his relief.
"Shouldn't you be filling out the paperwork, Captain?"
"Nah, I'm finished with that. Just here ta relax, Sôsuke."
He replied casually, stretching out his arms. Another yawn soon followed with as he began to rest his droopy eyes. His golden hair swayed gently as the wind picked up. Hirako Shinji seemed to be at ease, without any thoughts or concerns running in his mind.
Peeking an eye out, he spotted his lieutenant still by his side.
"Why are ya still here?"
"Sorry the interruption, but I have found something quite interesting Captain. From the last report that I have received, there appears to be someone in the Third District with captain class skills."
Shinji lifted his other eye opened as he listened to the information being given. A genuine smile soon plastered his face.
"Does this person happen to be a pretty lady wit' blue eyes?"
"Yes, along with dark colored hair. Do you know this woman, Captain?"
"Let's just say, she happens ta be a friend of mines."