A/N: We are now entering the main drive of this fic, along with most of the plot, so it'll hopefully be smooth sailing from here! I am currently working on my vocabulary, for all you folks who are probably wondering why the hell I keep using the same bloody words over, and over, and over, and over again. My apologies.
Sayomi: Hey! *waves*
Sanura: *playing DDR* Dancing, don't bug me.
Sayomi: *pokes* Don't screw up.
Sanura: *screws up* F*&% you. Just...go.
Oh yeah. This is kind of a filler chapter. With action sprinkled overtop.
Warning: Drinking, Violence, Language, and Bisexual-ness. And fluff! If you look.
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Chapter Nine
"I can't believe we actually have to wear these damn things again." Sayomi frowned, tugging at the loose black fabric of her hakama. "It just feels...weird after all these years."
"It could be worse. Remember that one bet that we lost to Ryo?"
"Ugh. Don't remind me, Sanura. That will forever scar me."
"But you looked so pretty, Sayomi!"
Said woman smacked the blond twins upside the head, a vein pulsing in her forehead. "You both know not to bring those memories back, dumbasses."
Kizuro sighed, sipping at his tea and watching his group socialize and laugh.
It had already been two days since the incident with Hitsugaya-taicho, and things had somewhat began to calm down.
Well, other than Urumi being still out in the Rukon.
Apparently there had been a disturbance during Kusaka's attack, and since she was the only Kaijin uninjured and somewhat willing, she was sent. Now they were just waiting for her to come back with the results.
"Oi! Leave Ichirou alone, ya irritating twits!"
Oh please, please, pleaseeeee, let her come back soon.
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Rukon
"Why did I get picked for this mission again?" Urumi muttered to herself as she trekked through the Rukon Districts. Hell, she didn't even know which number she was in!
"I think I'm lost..." she mused before sitting herself down on a hunk of rock and observing her surroundings. "And of course, there's no one around that can give me directions.."
Sighing, she propped her head up with a palm, elbow perched on her knee.
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"Good Morning, Onee-chan!"
Sayomi paused in walking down the Thirteenth Division's long hallways when she heard her name. Well, kind of.
"Morning, Sanura." she yawned. "I didn't think you'd be up yet. I'm just heading out to the koi pond to get some peace and quiet."
"From what?" Sanura tilted her head to one side.
Sayomi held up four fingers in reply, counting down. When the final finger tucked down, there was a huge crash from another part of the building, followed by, "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING!"
"Roka and Ryo always used to wake Karasu up in the mornings like that." Sayomi snickered. "I remember one time, after we'd left the Academy, they woke up really early and went back just to scare the crap out of him."
Sanura tilted her head further, only this time, she was deep in thought.
"Hey! I remember that!" she finally exclaimed, smacking a fist onto her palm. "Karasu was so mad, he knocked out the entire class of First Years with his reiatsu!"
Before her sister could answer, the sound of laughter and heavy footfalls echoed through the hallway, closely followed by the twins, who looked as though they were having difficulty just standing due to the fact they were laughing so hard.
"I take it you two enjoyed yourselves?" Sayomi asked, most certainly amused.
"Are you kidding? The look on his face-" Roka howled, doubled over.
"Won't be able to be compared to yours when he catches you." Sanura stated innocently, leaning to one side to see past the twins. "After all, he's coming this way."
And true to her word, Karasu's murderous reiatsu was roaring down the hall towards them, a pair of near black eyes glittering from the centre of it. Roka and Ryo screeched in horror before shoving Sanura and Sayomi out of the way and ran.
"Morning, Karasu~!" Sanura yelled cheerily at the raging man as he tore after the culprits, neither of the women affected by the weight of his reiatsu.
Sayomi giggled.
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"Umm.."
Sayomi and Sanura glanced up from their game of Go-Fish, Sanura with a lollipop sticking out the side of her mouth.
Sayomi recognized the man in front of them after a moment.
"Kira-fukutaicho?"
"Hai." he bowed nervously, fidgeting with his hakama as he did so.
"What can we do for you, Kira-san?" Sanura piped up, eyes wide and innocent as she stared at him.
"Well..my friends and I-that is-myself and Hisagi and Matsumoto and Abarai- were wondering if you- as in the Kaijin- would like to join us tonight to go out?"
Sayomi took pity on the poor man, seeing as he was so nervous he looked like he was having trouble breathing, and smiled gently at him.
"I, for one, would love to, Kira-san." she grinned.
"Sign me up too!" Sanura waved her arms wildly in the air.
"Would you like us to meet you at Jidanbo's Gate tonight?" Sayomi tilted her head to one side.
"Hai. We'll leave at seven."
"Arigato, Kira-san. We'll see you then~?"
Said man could only nod at the womens enthusiasm and nearly stumble away in his panic.
However, what the two women didn't realize was that part of the reason Kira had so much trouble speaking to them was because of their oppressive reiatsu, that, although non-offensve, had him balking at the sheer amount of it.
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At six-fifty sharp, Sayomi, Sanura, Roka, Ryo, and Jintara all met at Jidanbo's Gate, where Sayomi assumed Matsumoto was already speaking with the red-haired fukutaicho. Abarai Renji, if Sayomi recalled correctly.
"Oh! Hello, Kaijin-san~!" she giggled. "I don't think we've met. Matsumoto Rangiku at your service~!"
Oh yes. She was most definitely already drunk.
"Say.." Matsumoto blinked, looking them all over. "Where are your zanpakuto?"
Sayomi smiled secretively before plucking out her chopsticks from her hair and holding them out for Matsumoto to examine.
They were rather ornate, but then again, Hotaru was slightly vain. The wood of the chopstick was a lovely jade in color, with the most elegant design of gold dragons twining around the chopsticks, their maws wide in roars. Their eyes were almost alive with the darkest grey imaginable, sparking with lightning.
"This is your zanpakuto?" Matsumoto asked in confusion.
"Baka." Renji rolled his eyes. "Only the most skilled reiatsu wielders can seal their zanpakuto into something other than a sword. Urahara's zanpakuto is in a cane. Same with the Soutaicho."
"Ooooohhh..." Matsumoto realized, her ash colored eyes widening.
"What, Matsumoto? Finally figure out the meaning of Life?"
Sayomi glanced over to see Kira and Hisagi coming towards them, Hisagi grinning widely. It was slightly startling, considering the man seemed so serious all the time. Kira too, seemed a little more relaxed than he had been earlier.
"Unfortunately no." Renji shrugged. "She asked them where their zanpakuto were."
Sayomi finished putting her chopsticks back in her hair, shaking the remaining red bangs out of her face in slight annoyance.
"Why? Don't they have them?"
"Of course we do!" Sanura bristled. "We sealed them into more convenient forms!"
Hisagi blinked. "O-kay?" he said hesitantly.
"Sanura, sit."
Said woman sat automatically.
"Good girl."
At the looks she was recieving, Sayomi shrugged. "What? We had to find something to keep her quiet."
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For the hundredth time, Sayomi hesitantly glanced over at Hisagi again.
His dark eyes were still focused on her.
Everything was flipped upside down in this situation. She had no idea what to do.
Hisagi was by far one of the most attractive men she had seen.
Ever.
Sanura grinned from next to Renji. The two had hit it off as soon as they'd been introduced, and were now enjoying one anothers company. However, she'd been keeping an eye on her twin, and could see the look in her eyes.
And for Hisagi?
She was falling hard.
"Onee-chan, go talk to him." she nodded in his direction.
Sayomi gave her a look. "I can't. You know exactly why, so don't you dare bring it up."
Sanura rolled her eyes. Of all the times to be a coward...
"Hey! Shuuhei! Come here!" she called with a grin.
He shifted his gaze with a curious expression. With a nod, however, he grabbed his drink and prowled over.
"What can I do for you?" he asked, taking a drink of his sake.
"Sayomi wants to talk to you."
Sayomi sent her a scathing glare. Why you little-
However, she offered a tentative smile at the male. He looked her over quickly before sitting down across from her at her table, offering a smile of his own.
"I guess we haven't really been introduced face to face. Hisagi Shuuhei." he greeted, a light flush spreading across his cheeks.
"Chirazuki Sayomi, I guess it would be." she countered before laughing nervously. "I guess we were in America for longer than I thought if I can forget the order of my name."
"America?" Hisagi asked.
"Yeah. It's where we've been living for the last couple hundred years." she nodded, taking a sip of her drink. "In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Hisagi-san."
"Actually, Chirazuki-san, the pleasure's all mine." he grinned softly back.
She felt her cheeks heating up, and she decided that it was a good idea to look down into her drink.
Before either of them could speak, a flash of blond caught her gaze. "What the-?" she couldn't help but say as she noted Roka and Ryo with Matsumoto and Kira. Kira looked quite comfortable with Ryo's arm around his shoulders, the faintest blush on his pale cheeks.
"I think I'm dreaming. That, or someone actually doesn't care about Ryo and his sexuality." she blinked. "How much have I had to drink?"
Hisagi glanced over, but didn't seem all that concerned about the situation. "About time." he snorted, taking another drink of his sake. "Maybe now he'll get laid."
"Kira-san's..?"
"Gay? No. Bisexual? Yes."
"Well then. It would appear that Ryo just might have found someone to love." she couldn't help but say.
"Kira needs someone to take care of him. He's been betrayed by a couple of people close to him in his life. Maybe he'll find it with Marasamo-san."
"I can hear you two!" Ryo called over to them, a knowing smirk on his face.
Sayomi waved back cheekily.
Ryo rolled his eyes but didn't reply, instead turning to nuzzle Kira's neck. The blond jumped, obviously startled, before he calmed down, his blush more pronounced.
"Chirazuki-san?"
Sayomi blinked, unaware that she had been staring at the pair until Hisagi brought her attention back to him. "Gomen, Hisagi-san."
"It's alright. I was just wondering: why is it, even though you and your sister are twins, you two have completely different coloured eyes?"
Sayomi frowned. "I'm not entirely sure. I think it might be because of our zanpakuto, or our reiatsu..but we can't be certain. Where did you get your scars?"
She gestured lightly towards his face, where the three lines crossed over his eye and down to his jaw.
"Hollow." he said simply.
They fell into a comfortable silence, each enjoying the others company until Ryo and Kira got up to leave.
Sayomi, at that point, had a pleasant tingling in the back of her mind, and she found herself reaching to take off her shihakusho. At least until another pair of hands stopped her.
"Hisaagiiiii..." she whined.
"No." he said firmly. "I don't care how warm it is, you aren't taking your clothing off. We'll start heading back instead."
"Fine." she agreed.
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The two paid their bill before heading out into the cool air.
Clouds had by now covered the sky, and the scent of rain was thick in the air.
"It's going to rain." Sayomi stated, closing her eyes and tilting back her head to inhale the scent of the crisp air. Clarity was slowly filtering back through her foggy mind, and she couldn't help but to sneak a glance at Hisagi out of the corner of her eye.
His dark hair was spiked and mussed in a just-so kind of way; one that made her want to play with it endlessly. His dark eyes were alluring, pulling her in, and his past...well, she wanted to know more about this mysterious male.
And at that thought, the sky decided it was time to get her mind away from thoughts of Hisagi. Small, relentless drops of water began to fall, patterning the ground slowly before the downpour started.
Laughing, she dragged him through the now thick downpour, unable to escape getting soaked. Hisagi sputtered in laughter as they tumbled into a mud puddle, coating themselves in the substance.
Chuckling, he got up and offered a hand, pulling the giggling woman into his arms accidentally with the force, sending them both back to the earth.
Eventually, they managed to get going again, though now they were both soaked and covered in mud.
Passing by Jidanbo, they got an odd look from the man, but ignored it, running through the rain and almost sliding on the smooth stone of the Seireitei.
Finally, they came to the Eighth Division, thoroughly drenched and muddy.
"Thank you, Hisagi." Sayomi smiled warmly. "It was a wonderful first date."
What am I saying? This has to be the sake talking...
Hisagi shifted before looking into her dark eyes. "Would you do me the honour of granting me a second?" he asked tentatively, unsure of her answer.
Sayomi held her breath a moment. "I think...I'd like that." she finally replied.
By now, by some terrible cliche miracle, they'd managed to get their faces almost touching.
He was truly alluring now, she couldn't help but think. With rain dripping off of his black hair, his eyes nearly glowing in the dark, he looked like some kind of god.
And would I ever worship him...Wait. Did I seriously just think-
All other thoughts were short circuited as he softly pressed his warm lips against hers.
Dear Kami.
I could die right now and die happy.
Thanks.
She closed her eyes, savoring his warmth and pepper scent. Slowly, she curled her arms around his waist, granting him the access to her mouth as she did so.
"As touching as it is to see this, can I get some help here?"
The two pulled apart abruptly, Sayomi's eyes immediately zoning Urumi's arm, which was currently supporting a brown haired man.
"He says he needs to see Kyoraku-taicho. All I could get was that his name's Starrk."
And then Sayomi noticed the gaping wound in the mans side.
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A/N: Oh dear lord, I cannot believe I wrote that. *blushes*
I'm not really a lime/lemon/plum/whatever the hell is out there writer.
But TADA! Drama is back!