Opposite(595)
The former captain of the fifth division sat on the roof of the warehouse and stared out at the horizon. The sun had just started to set so the sky was a brilliant display of red, yellow, pink and even a little dark blue. Mashiro and Hachi had left to pick up some dinner about five minutes ago. This left Love, Kensei, Hiyori, Lisa, Rose and Tori, along with himself, in the warehouse. Tori, Shinji mused as he found his thoughts drifting towards the young woman. She really was a puzzle, not just her spiritual pressure but her personality as well.
The eight vizards had been training her for almost three weeks now and she had gradually become more and more comfortable around all of them. However, Shinji noticed that the young woman's personality around him ranged from one extreme to the other. One minute she would be nice and the next she would beating the crap out of him.
Shinji's thoughts were interrupted by the door to the roof creaking open, looking to his right he saw that it was none other then Tori. Blue eyes met brown and she smiled. Damn she has a cute smile, the blond thought as he smiled back.
"Hey," she said. "It's a little cold out so I thought you might like a little something to warm up." As she said that she offered him a mug of steaming hot tea. The vizard was surprised by this gesture and apparently it showed on his face. Even in the dim lighting of the setting sun Shinji could see the blush on her cheeks.
"What, I can't be nice once in awhile?" she said defensively.
"No, no it's fine," he said letting a smile creep across his face as he took the mug and turned his attention back to the sunset. It was out of the corner of his eye that he saw Tori turn to leave.
"A sunset's always nicer when shared with someone," he said offhandedly as he sipped on the hot beverage. The young woman looked back over her shoulder as she shoved her hands in her pockets to keep them warm.
"Is that an invitation or are you simply stating a fact?" she asked. Said man simply closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulder's noncommittally, a barely noticeable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. The black hired woman sighed loudly as she rolled her eyes at the blond. Turning back around she took a seat beside him.
The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, just as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was then that Shinji noticed Tori rubbing her hands together to keep them warm.
"Here," he said as he sat down the partially filled mug and wrapped his warm hands around hers. The younger stilled suddenly and her head snapped up so her eyes were level with the vizard's. The older of the two waited for it. He waited for her to jerk away and punch him in the face much like she had in the past, but it never came. Instead she blushed and averted her sky blue eyes from his light brown ones.
"You could've given me the mug to hold," she half mumbled, the blush on her cheeks deep. A soft laugh escaped the former shinigami's lips as he scooted closer to her.
"But this is so much better, don't ya think?" the blond asked, a soft grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. There was a heavy pause between them.
"Yeah…it is."
