A/N Seven chapters now! Thank you for all the awesome reviews, and Jayshock, I know Nel's spit heals you, but it's disgusting. As you can sort of tell, this story has sort of branched off in two different directions, Tsukiyo and Akane's part, and Kikane and Yuukiu's part. Kika and Yuukiu's story is more comical, while Akane and Tsukiyo's is a bit more tense.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach, but Yuukiu, Akane, Kikane, and Tsukiyo are all mine.
Yuukiu: Yuukiu belongs to Yuukiu.
Yuuki: Exactly. I am Yuukiu so therefore Yuukiu does belong to Yuukiu.
Yuukiu: Oh . . . Yuukiu gets it!
Yuuki: Are you sure?
Yuukiu: No.
Yuuki: Thought so.
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Kikane
"What did Starrk throw a pillow at Yuukiu for?" Yuukiu whined.
"Because you're so ANNOYING!" Lilinette said, answering for the half-asleep Espada.
"Bu – bu – but Yuukiu was just talking to Kikane!"
Kikane sat up, "Yuukiu, why don't we go get breakfast?" she said.
The Arrancar squealed, "Kikane's idea is a great idea!" Yuukiu said, grabbing Kikane by the wrist and tugging her out of the room.
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Akane
She stared up at her ceiling. Again.
The worst part about the drawing was that she hadn't been wearing her own clothes. Not even her Arrancar uniform. In the picture, she was wearing some sort of robe.
The implications of that were scary.
Very, very scary.
Akane shivered. No need to think about it right now. It had been three days since Tsukiyo sketched the picture of Akane and Aizen kissing. Maybe it had been a fluke; maybe she hadn't been channeling her inner powers of divination when she drew it.
She picked up one of the books she'd stolen from Tsuki's room just as the door opened.
Without looking up from her book, she said, "It's really quite rude to enter without knocking, you know."
"Aizen-sama wishes to see you," said a dead-pan voice.
Oh. It was just Ulquiorra. Ulquiorra was cool. She had nothing against him. She set her book down.
] She smiled, "Okay, Ulqui-kun."
"What did you just call me?" he asked.
"I called you Ulqui-kun, 'cause you're awesome that way."
He stared at her.
She walked towards the door, "Well, come on, you did say that Aizen-sama wanted to see me."
The Espada grunted and walked out the door, Akane following behind him.
Tsukiyo
Why wouldn't it work?
She'd tried over and over again but she just couldn't draw her. Why?
Countless half-finished sketches were scattered all about the room. They were different, yet the same: Tsukiyo and Kikane, back in their world, but Akane wasn't there. In none of the pictures was Akane standing with her friends. Sometimes it seemed like her outline was there, like she was somewhere in the background, but she was never with them. In some of the pictures, Akane was standing in a garganta with Aizen, looking down upon them, but in most she just wasn't there.
Tsukiyo had no idea why she couldn't draw Akane.
On her last sheet of paper, she decided to take a different approach.
She sketched out the three feminine forms, making sure the one that was supposed to be Akane was the right size, because little changes could spell disaster in this situation.
Grabbing her pens, she drew in everyone's faces. As she started on Akane, she fell into that haze again, letting her power take over.
Minutes later, she looked down at the finished work.
In her haze, she'd changed a lot of it. Akane was now facing away from the group, a grim look on her face, the top of her Arrancar uniform unzipped slightly to showcase the . . . t – t – to showcase the . . .
The hole.
Arrancar.
Akane.
No.
No way.
Maybe she just predicted possible outcomes of situations. Seriously, maybe this was just one of the many things that could be. It wasn't necessarily what would be. It could still be changed. The future could always be changed, right?
Gin
Since when did he do odd jobs? Since he volunteered. But only little stuff. Besides, he wasn't sure if he trusted any Numeros around the girl.
She'd said she'd run out of paper. Impressive.
Only three days of self-imposed solitude and she'd already used up all that paper. She must really be exercising that ability of hers.
He approached her room, a box of paper in his arms. Who knew paper could be so heavy?
Realizing he wouldn't be able to knock on the door without dropping the package, he said, "Eh, Tsuki-chan, I got ya some more paper."
The door opened and he couldn't believe how disheveled she looked. Actually, she looked like she hadn't slept or redone her hair in days. Her moonlight colored hair was tied up in a loose bun that fell halfway down her back, but there were lots of loose strands.
He wondered how long her hair would be if it wasn't put up. He mentally made a note to hide her hair ties someday.
"Oh, um . . . thanks. Uh, just set it over on the desk, please," she said quietly.
He stepped inside and carefully maneuvered over the many drawings that littered the floor. He only really noticed a couple. Most were just Tsukiyo and her blond friend, Kikane, but a handful of them were that black-haired girl and Sosuke-sama.
Miraculously, he reached the desk with treading on anything. He set the box down and opened it. On top of all the paper were a few cases of Sakura© brand manga pens (A/N Me no own!). He picked up a case and tossed it to her.
Surprised by the sudden projectile heading towards her, Tsukiyo fumbled and just barely caught it.
Gin laughed and handed her a piece of paper. He then turned and sat on the bed.
"I wanna see ya draw," he said.
Tsukiyo just stared for a minute then got to work.
She used the new pens that he brought, and judging by the inking quality of her other drawing compared to this one, she had really been in need of them.
He kept a close look on her face. Surprisingly, from the moment she started she hadn't been paying attention to what she was drawing at all. Her face was totally blank, her normally vibrant blue eyes glazed over.
A few minutes of this passed, when finally, she blinked and the life came back into her eyes.
She looked down at her finished artwork, and let out something like a scream, but not loud enough to be called so.
Tears began to run down her face and she shook her head over and over, like she was trying to deny something.
Gin followed her gaze to the drawing that upset her so.
The drawing was that black-haired busty girl wearing clothes like she was dressed to go to a fancy party. There were also lots of flowers in the picture. Gin understood what had upset her so much. It looked like one of those living world funeral things.
He got up and walked over to her, kneeling so he could put his hand on her shoulder, "Are ya sure ya make the future?" he asked.
Tsukiyo shook her head again, "N – no, by this point I'm totally sure I predict it. Aizen is just saying I make the future to cover up the fact that he's got a thing for Akane. These are all things that could be. B – but this . . . this was different," she said, her voice shaky.
"How so?" Gin asked.
She took a deep breath. "This one, I could tell when I was working on it, isn't what will or could be," she paused to collect herself, "It's what is."
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Omg, Akane's dead? Bet you didn't see that one coming.
I'm finally getting the Gin x Tsuki thing going. Yay!
Oh, and remember Gin's mental note to steal Tsuki's hair ties. The chapter after the next begins the Prank special. Muhahaha.
Aizen: Didn't I say that Akane was to see me? The tea I made will get cold.
Yuuki: Next chapter. I promise. And make sure that tea stays hot, Aizen-sama. BTW, you're going to be a tad OOC next chapter. Only a tad.
Akane: . . . Are you trying to say that next chapter contains a lemon?
Yuuki: NO! IT IS TOO SOON FOR THAT! And besides, when there is a lemon, it won't be a lemon, it will be Sprite (Which I don't own).
Aizen: Sprite?
Yuuki: Yep! Lemon-lime soda! Sort of like the scenes in Breaking Dawn. Nothing graphic. Only thought processes.
Akane: So this can stay rated T?
Yuuki: Exactly because it's not mature content. It's vaguely implied. It's so I can keep my readers. BUT THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN NEXT CHAPTER!
Akane: Oh, and miss Narrator/Author/God person, why am I dead? Why did you kill me? Do you not like me?
Yuuki: No, no, Aka, I love you! Out of all the characters I've ever created, you are one of the most complex! When I write you, I am not in control!
Akane: Oh. Cool.
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