Wabizuke watched, his eyes blank, as Kirineko tried to soothe Muramasa. Only Ruri'iro Kujaku could see the jealousy simmering underneath Wabizuke's forever-sad face.
"You got a thing for Kirineko, eh?" The blue-haired narcissist asked casually. The chains on Wabizuke's back rattled in his seemingly harmless way, but Ruri'iro understood. "Yeah, I knew it. Don't worry, I'm not really after her. But…" The flashy zanpaku-to lowered his voice, "Muramasa looks like he might be." A low growl filled the air, emerging from Wabizuke, and the chains rattled with wrathful intent. Ruri-iro put up one of his arms.
"Watch it there, buddy. The choice is hers. You know that, Wabizuke." Wabizuke's head bowed down farther.
"Yes." He said under his breath. "The choice is in the hands of the beautiful one." Ruri'iro scowled, but said nothing as he watched Kirineko continue to fuss over the deeply-pained Muramasa.
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