fire in our eyes
Hinamori. Tobiume. And the play-by-play of a confrontation neither expected, but cannot deny... because some things are just better when they stay in our heads. Drabble-ish, 2nd POV. Set during ep.238.
Warnings: inaccurate dialogue, wrtting experiment and the overuse of run-in sentences for a better my-mind-is-a-crackpot effect. :)
The usual rush of wind is the last thing you register as you unexpectedly come upon the shock of bright orange that is the Ryoka. Rankigu-san and you place yourself on either side of him and somewhere in the back of your mind you register them talking, but all thought process have left you as suddenly as the warm ball of dread that's settling low on your belly… the little girl-spirit turns her mahogany head sideways to avoid looking at you and your hand trembles slightly as you draw the now perpetually cool steel of your zanpakutō.
"Please, leave this to us!" You shout and its wrong, so wrong, because as the oddly dressed girl turns to face you, your grips slacken in shock as you remember burnt fingers and fire dancing behind your closed eyelids… a name seared into your soul, as sure as your own.
"… Are you… Tobiume?"
And she doesn't even have to answer; you are already breathing a little easier, drowning in a rush of joy so intense it hurts you.
'Why did you leave me?' You ask, you breathe, you scream. So very loud that nobody hears you but yourself and still it doesn't matter because…
"Oh, I've missed you!" And it all goes downhill from there as the girl-apparition that belongs to you as much as you belong to her, turns with eyes that accuse you and a mouth that stabs you and hands that itch to paint your death with the same fire that used to paint your tomorrows and yesterdays and todays.
Somewhere, fire is cracking.