--begin Story Arc part 2--
She looked at him with amazement. It had to have been déjà vu, or maybe it was just the strangeness of the situation in general, but…Tatsuki could've sworn that she was in this position before…
There Renji lay, draped under a light blanket atop a futon on the floor; unconscious and recovering from the recent battle. He was taken by surprise; pierced in an un-chivalrous manner through his back. The sword point had missed all but one vital organ, but a deflated lung was nothing to complain about when compared to the unbelievable injuries he had suffered in past fights. Nearly torn apart by thousands upon thousands of needle-like pieces of Senbonsakura, or assaulted by the Bounto, or thrashed by vicious Arrancar in Hueco Mundo; a single—and simple if you ever had the gall to ask squad eleven—thrust wound was easily sustainable until Orihime had arrived to act as both paramedic and surgeon.
Although his physical form had been fully repaired, there was always the matter of giving the mind its rest. At this point, everyone excluding the kids had done their share of watching over the unconscious man, and at the moment, it just happened to be her shift.
"I should've brought a book or something…" She grumbled out loud to herself. They were currently in the second guest room of the Ishida household. That's right…a second guest room. There were certainly perks to marrying a doctor, as well as being a Real Estate Agent, yourself…that was Tatsuki's take on Orihime and Uryuu, anyways.
She glanced over to the unconscious Renji, wrapped in the light blanket atop the futon. "Why do you always do this to me, you idiot…" she sighed. "Always looking for a fight…and for what? To swoon me off my feet, or something stupid like that?" She pouted at the thought. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to growl out in frustration. "That's just like you…you know, as soon as you wake up…I swear…I'm going to kick your ass myself…then you'll have an excuse to be unconscious…"
It was a miracle in itself that Renji had held on as long as he did until Orihime arrived. Considering the seriousness of the fight that day…
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Bursting out from the small twister of sand, the brown haired assailant jumped backwards into the now emptied seats of the evacuated theatre. Landing carefully on the edge in the front row, he smiled sadistically, before sliding his mask down to re-cover his face once again.
On stage, the twister had now vanished, leaving the one purple haired young woman and a darkly clothed man; Ururu and an unnamed Shinigami. The pool of red between them surrounded the unmoving body of the red haired man who jumped to protect Emiko, while shrieking at the stage was the one handed Hollow.
From where they sat, Uryuu and Tatsuki immediately jumped to their feet. "Tatsuki, take the girls and get out of here!" he commanded, and readied his Quincy cross. Glancing to his left however, he noticed only Aiko sitting there, with a yellow lion plush in her grasp. He had to only stare at her for a second, before realizing what reiatsu he was feeling. "…KON!? What are you doing here!?"
"S-sorry…!" she squealed pathetically, "…they forced me to…!"
"Uryuu, there they are!" Tatsuki pointed towards the stage, where two girls charged the looming masked beast. They could only watch, as from a single slice and a single shot from their respective Zanpakuto and reiatsu arrow, they immediately dispersed the Hollow.
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"Ms. Arisawa?" Tatsuki blinked, only after the second time, did her mind register the voice. Her head turned to her right where the doorway was, and a young man stood, waiting for an answer. "Am I bothering you? I could come back later, you know…"
"Oh no, sorry…" his name escaped her now, but she was sure he wouldn't notice. She pinched her nose bridge between her index finger and thumb. After rubbing her eyes, she finally looked back at the patiently waiting man. "Did you need something?"
"I just thought you could use some rest, is all." Chin chuckled, "or at least get a cup of coffee. I'll watch over him for you if you want."
Tatsuki sighed. Rest was sounding better and better by the minute now, and she still had to check up on Emiko. And it wasn't like Renji would be getting up and going anywhere soon, right? "Yeah…that sounds good, thanks." Brushing her hand through her unwashed hair, Tatsuki stood up for the first time in what seemed like an hour, and tiredly yet eagerly made her way to the door.
From the corner of his eye, Chin could've sworn that she glanced back to the unconscious man lying in the futon, and grinned. "So, Vice Captain Abarai, I guess it's just you and me now…" he breathed out.
He dropped down to the floor, finally giving his legs some rest for the first time in an eternity. "Seems like someone's got it out for you, huh?" He kept speaking to the unconscious man. Chin looked towards the sheathed sword lying at Renji's side. I wonder how Zabimaru thinks about all this… "A little too close for comfort with that guy's sword, right…?"
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"Is that you, Chin? So nice to see you…" the Hollowfied assailant managed a smirk, despite the blade at his throat and the strengthening force against his arm. With a simple flick of his wrist, his sword struck against the Shinigami's, and snaked his sword point towards the young woman, forcing her to jump back in order to avoid it.
Taking this chance, he burst through the controlled twister of sand that had formed around them, breaking the hold on time the Shinigami had. Crashing into the now empty chairs, he cackled, and slid the demonic toothy mask over his face again.
"Oh nuts…" Chin mumbled. "Ok Ms. Tsumugiya, we're going to have to-" Without waiting for him to finish, she lunged after the masked man, leaving Chin stupefied. "Ok…" he sighed, "…I guess I'll take Renji, while you take care of that guy…" From afar, she swung a bone crushing roundhouse kick, only to be evaded with ease. Readying himself to pick up the unconscious and severely injured man, Chin had nearly forgotten until the Hollow shrieked madly. "…oh nuts…" he breathed out, "…sorry Renji, you're just going to have to hold on a bit more…" A second shriek caught his attention, and before he realized it, the masked beast had begun to disintegrate before him.
Two girls landed just in front of him, one small and blue haired wearing a pair of glasses while the other was raven haired and darkly clothed with a Zanpakuto in her hand. "Hey Chin." The taller of the two said casually.
"Hey kid" Chin greeted her back. "Took you long enough…could've sworn you were a lot better in Soul Society…"
"Yeah, well, you know…" An explosion of dust caught them off guard, and they blinked in surprise as the small blue haired girl had appeared in front of them. "…Setsuko…?"
"A chair would've hit you if I hadn't shot it first." A second explosion sang out, coating the three in dust.
"Uh huh…" Aiko grumbled, "…and what was that for?" As usual, the small girl paid no attention to her, but only looked forward toward the sudden burst of light. "…no way…?" She gasped in disbelief.
Stepping through the freshly made rubble, his fiery orange hair only served to increase the terrifying visage of the mask placed over his face, and the deathly reach of his aura was extended by his dark clothing and single black sword. His dark and demonic eyes scanned the makeshift battlefield in the theatre until finally resting upon the only other masked swordsman there. "You…" Ichigo's voice was filled with dread, his pointing finger like a mark of death. "…we have some business to settle…"
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A sharp whistle pierced the silence, caused by the steam shooting out of the small water kettle. "Alright, who wanted some tea?" Orihime chirped, pouring the ready water into waiting cups at the table. She hummed as each cup became filled, and smiled with delight as the oven dinged and the stove top dinner bubbled. As each of the adults thanked their ever eager hostess for the brew and beverages, light footfalls echoed down the staircase, until Tatsuki entered the kitchen as well.
"Coffee please, Orihime…" she sighed. "Could you make it black?"
"Coming right up, Tatsuki!" the orange haired woman happily responded, while the orange skinned man continued to bottle feed the infant in his arms. "Do you want some too, honey?"
From her spot in the living room, the adults' surprisingly light conversation took Emiko off guard. To be able to see that kind of violence, and even take part in it and somehow be able to joke around like they were now…she just couldn't fathom it. They had planned to meet later on today, the adults that is, though obviously somewhere where the kids wouldn't be endangered and would be guaranteed their safety.
Aiko had already left with Dr. Kurosaki, while Setsuko sat on the couch across from her while reading her current weekly novel. Emiko meanwhile, sat deep on the couch and contemplated on her day, the shock of it all just beginning to wear off now...
From where she sat at the table, Tatsuki glanced at the mirror that hung in the living room. In its reflection sat a confused, mentally shocked girl; her Emiko. It was decided. Tatsuki had to tell her. She placed the cup of coffee back on the table, and slowly pushed back the chair as she stood up to walk over to-"Guys…" a voice echoed throughout the house. A rapid and loud succession of thumps sang out against the wooden staircase as a young man jogged into the kitchen. He panted slightly, but made sure that no one but the three adults was present. "…he's awake…"
-- OC Trivia Corner!!! -- (part 4)
Hisashi is a mysterious old man who, along with Ping, kidnapped Aiko Kurosaki in a failed attempt to recruit Ichigo to join the Ataenushi no Ouju. Not much is known about him, except for the fact that he is one of the few Shinigami who managed to find their relative from life. His name? Kazuhiro.Surprisingly strong despite his looks, at first glance he looks similar to the captain of Squad 1, Yamamato-Genryusai, although his beard is far from its length. He had applied for officership, although it is unclear exactly what rank he held.
His Zanpakuto's name is Raidentetsuya, as its main attacks are electricity based in its Shikai form, which is a scythe formed from connecting his blade and scabbard together. Though not mastered yet, its Bankai form allows control of the weather
Height: 186 cm
Likes: Haiku, tea ceremony, classic literature
Dislikes: insolence, Shinigami, Hollows, childishness
Birthday: December 8
Misc: Was initially recruited into Squad five, then transferred to Squad three