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Speak
Prompt: Communication...
A/N: For "Kill_Your_OTP" on LJ.
From what she remembered, there had never been many words involved. It had bothered her at first, but she'd steadily grown used to it. Now, what with him avoiding her as much as possible for the Arrancar studies, Retsu was troubled by it yet again.
It was irritating, waiting up for him night after night. Eventually, she'd gotten half a mind to end it all together. It would be easy to retaliate in such a way, playing the same damned games that he was pulling on her, intentional or not. It was understandable that things got busy, but this, the obsessiveness of it all, was getting to be a little too much.
The night had fallen upon the Seireitei hours earlier, and still she was awake. The early rains of spring were starting to descend, causing the stars to blink out one by one, leaving an empty canvas for her to stare at. She couldn't help wondering if they'd ever had anything. For all she knew, it had only been a means of distraction, a way to unwind and ignore the ever-present stresses of the world. Were that the case, she would be sure to address it, even if it meant bruising his ego a bit. Gods knew Mayuri needed some discipline.
When he did show up, not a word was spoken, encasing her in silence. And when he did speak, it was never to her. Just some incoherent mutterings about whatever the hell occupied his mind at the time. Being so distanced from interaction of any sort, she couldn't expect him to understand he feelings. But she did think, at least she had, that he'd be able to pick up on the obvious signals, such as the displeased look on her face.
She didn't want to give this up, but, if things didn't improve, she'd be left with no other choice.