She was uncomfortable changing before the thin paper screen. The summer heat almost unbearable in the clingy brocade kimono, society in the Kuchiki elders' presences deemed necessary. A simple yellow flowered Yukata lay draped across the stand, little felt slippers awaited her feet by the sliding door opening out onto the Take-Sunoko en.
Shrugging off the Nagajuban, her skin was exposed to the stilted air for a second, turning around to slide the woven cotton gown from the stand onto her body. A creak split the air, whirling to face the framed screen; her ears caught the faintest chuckle blown on the cool breeze that gusted through the slats between the paper and wood.
It reminded her of somebody…
Her skin crawled unpleasantly.
But he wouldn't dare…would he?
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Ichimaru saw the delicate form of her silhouette tremble, his chuckle permeating the small room.
He had seen her potential. Now all that was left to do was wait for her to blossom into the beautiful butterfly he knew her to be.
Then he would make his move.
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8/25/2009
AN: revised from Asagiri's instructions. Now the Take-sunoko en I found on a certain dictionary website that listed it as a meronym for veranda. But whatever…