When Shinji got back to the soul society, his captain was waiting with a irritated look on his face. "Where have you been?!", demanded his captain. "I went for a walk to the world of the living. Nothing special...You know, patrolled around, purified a hollow", replied Shinji, nonchalantly. "Next time you feel like going on an adventure, please tell someone", sighed his captain. He left the room, shaking his head. Across the way, Lts. Love and Kensei sat conversing. "He won't always let you off the hook like that", smirked Kensei. "Yeah, yeah", replied Shinji, flopping into his seat. "A hollow, huh?", asked Love. Shinji stared at the ceiling. "What of it?", he asked. "I don't think a simple hollow is enough to make you grin like that", teased Love. Shinji snapped to attention. "What are you talking about?!", he demanded. "It's written all over your face. There's something you're not telling us", said Kensei.
Shinji turned his gaze elsewhere, trying to ignore the intrigued faces before him. Waving it off, he said, "I saved someone. That's all." "A female someone?", prodded Kensei. Shinji glared with a slight twitch, but avoided making eye contact. "Why does it matter?", he asked. Love and Kensei exchanged a sly glance. "Must have been a looker", taunted Love. Shinji turned, ready to retort when he paused. "Well?", asked Love. "All right, you got me", he ceded.
His friends snickered amongst themselves while he tried to look mad. "Does she have a name?", inquired Kensei. "Yamagawa Misako", replied Shinji. Love grinned. "If you got married, it'd be Hirako Misako", he teased. "It rhymes and it sounds stupid", taunted Kensei. Shinji threw a pillow at them. "Shut up!" They laughed at his red face.
"It's not like we'll ever meet again, geez", he said.
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285 years ago...
Shinji stirred to a familiar voice. "Get up, already. We've gotta meet the new recruits", said Love. Shinji sat up, yawning. "Why do we always have to do this?", whined Shinji. Love grinned. "Lieutenant s duty. Now hurry up", he replied. Several minutes later, they arrived at the training grounds. The newbies were lined up and awaiting orders. Shinji stood beside the pedestal for ceremony more than anything. He was just glad he didn't have to make any speeches. Nudging his friend, Love chided, "Stay with it. They've started announcing the squad assignments." "Joy", said Shinji, bored out of his mind.
It took most of the day through various speeches and ceremonies, but now they were almost done and he could get back to his own quarters. He tried to look interested for the keen faces before him. He suddenly jerked to attention at another jab from his friend. "What?!", said Shinji. "Didn't you hear that last announcement?", smirked Love. "Why?", asked Shinji. Love pointed to the assignment table and the girl approaching it. "They just called 'Yamagawa Misako' to pick up her papers. Wasn't that the name of that girl that had you goofy a few years ago?", he asked.
Shinji darted his gaze around his colleague. "It couldn't be", he muttered. "Is that her?", asked Love bemusedly. "I don't believe this...", uttered Shinji, flabbergasted.
"Well, you did say you told her about that academy", said Love. "Yeah, but I never thought - ...", trailed Shinji. He stopped dead in his sentence as she looked over. She blushed and waved before moving to her next station. He nervously waved back, unaware of his expression. Love started laughing as she disappeared from sight. Snapping out of it, Shinji snapped, "What's so funny?!" "You should have seen your face", taunted Love. He tried to glare at him, but was more interested in where Yamagawa had gotten off to.
Several weeks later, Misako stood before her captain, her head lowered. "You do understand what I'm getting at, don't you?", said Mikifune. "Yes, ma'am. I'll start a new regiment right away", stated Misako. "Try to see if you can get a seated officer to help you. I'll ask Sarugaki if you like", said Mikifune. Waving nervously, Misako replied, "Please, don't trouble yourself. I'll take care of it." A snicker caught both attentions. "Sounds like your in trouble, already", taunted Shinji. "Lt. Hirako... I didn't know you were acquainted", said the captain. He stepped closer with a wide grin. Misako blushed deeply and tried not to catch his eye. Crossing his arms, he asked, "So, you need a tutor?"
Keeping her face low, she said, "Y-yes, sir. I badly need to improve my swordsmanship." Acting bored, he said, "Is that all?"
"Don't bother yourself, Lieutenant It's being taken care of", said Mikifune. "Well, if all she needs is some lessons, I'll do it", ventured Shinji. Darting her glance up, Misako blurted, "What?!" The two looked at her in surprise. Noting her outburst, she again reddened. "Forgive my manners, Lt. I couldn't possibly - ...I'm sure you're very busy", she said. "Actually, I hear he's pretty lazy", teased Mikifune. "Hey!", he exclaimed. Misako chuckled, but quickly caught herself. "If it isn't too much trouble, perhaps you could give her some pointers on your free time", said the captain. "No trouble at all", he replied. Mikifune nodded. "Then it's settled. Yamagawa, don't waste his time", she said sternly. Misako bowed. "Yes, ma'am."
Her captain left them to their training. Misako shuffled nervously, being alone with him. "Am I that scary?", taunted Shinji. "No!...I mean -...", she trailed. She blushed and tried to hide her face. He cracked up. "What's so funny?!", she cried. "You blush way too easily", he grinned. "I do not!", she argued. "Oh?", he asked coyly. He held her gaze until her color deepened again. He snickered at her. Turning away, she muttered, "Shut up!" Stifling himself, he said, "Sorry...Sorry."
Misako slowly relaxed. "You really want to train me?...Why?" Shinji shrugged. "Why not? We're supposed to help subordinates", he ventured. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face him. "I'll do my best!", she said resolutely. "Don't expect me to go easy on you", he warned. "Of course not! Why would - ?", she began. She stopped her question, getting her answer from his expression. Trying not to blush, she said, "...Well...Don't think I became a soul reaper just to chase after you...Because I didn't!" He laughed again at her red face. Misako covered her cheeks with her hands. "I wish you wouldn't laugh. It makes it harder to stop", he mumbled. Waving it off, he replied, "Sorry; My fault...It's not that bad." "It's not?", she asked hopefully. "It is", he said bluntly. "I don't remember you being this mean!", she cried. Scratching his ear, he retorted, "And I don't remember you being this loud."
She collapsed back into herself. He caught himself from chuckling and turned to leave. "Where are you going?", asked Misako. "The training grounds. Aren't you coming?", said Shinji. Misako nodded. "Yes." She caught up with him and they headed out. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, you know", said Shinji. "That's okay...", replied Misako. "It really isn't a big deal. Just a little reddening; That's all", he said. Misako squinted at him speculatively. "You're not gonna say something mean again, are you?", she asked. Still looking ahead, he replied, "Nope. Actually...It's kind of cute." She paused in her tracks, unsure how to respond. Not waiting for her to catch up, he called, "Are you coming or not?"
Two months passed. Misako was gradually improving her technique. She ran at Shinji with everything she had, but he batted the sword from her hand like a toy. "Not again!", whined Misako. Shinji smirked. "I think I know what your problem is", he said. Fetching her blade, annoyed, she said, "And what would that be?" "Your grip is all wrong", he replied. Glancing at her hands, she ventured, "It is?". "I'm surprised you graduated, holding it like that", he teased.
She hung her head in defeat. He was right. Stepping close, he said, "Here." Coming up behind her, he moved his arms about her shoulders, adjusting her fingers. She tried so hard not to blush, but she couldn't help it; He was so close. At least he didn't laugh anymore. Though, he did start to redden a bit himself when he noticed how they were standing. Carefully letting go, he added, "Hold it like that from now on." She nodded, hoping he wouldn't see just how flushed she was. Purposefully looking away from her as he circled back around, he tried to shake off his nerves. Pointing, he said, "Now, hit the target."
Stepping forward, she did just that. The dummy fell in two pieces with ease. "I did it!", beamed Misako. "I knew you could", grinned Shinji. Letting her smile drop, she bowed before him. "Thank you so much for helping come this far, Hirako-san", she said politely. Shinji crossed his arms. "That's another thing you can fix", he said coyly.
"Huh?", she asked, confused. "I think you know me well enough by now to stop being so formal", he explained. Misako reddened once more. "But...You're a ranked officer! It wouldn't be proper to - ...", she stammered. Waving it off, he said, "Who's around to hear you?" She glanced about. They were all alone. They'd been training in a forgotten corner of the grounds. It was out of the way, but private, and after each day's routine, they could sit on the little hill nearby and stare into the river. "All right...Shinji", she said.
He grinned wide. She was actually relaxed when she said his name. "If there's anything I could ever do to repay your kindness, you need only ask", said Misako. "When the time is right", he replied knowingly. She let her curiosity drop. It was late and she needed to get back to the barracks. After another curtious bow, she left. He watched her go, only noticing someone else was near when they cleared their throat. Turning, he asked, "What?" Kensei smirked. "Still playing ignorant?", he teased. Surprisingly, Shinji simply shrugged and walked away. Kensei shook his head and returned to his own squad.
The next day, the squads were running through training. When they broke for lunch, Misako sat by her new best friend. "Looks like you're doing better out there", observed Hiyori. Misako poured the tea. "Thank you. I've had some extra help", she replied. Hiyori drank deeply. Misako had a special way of brewing the leaves that made it taste extraordinary. "I heard. Who'd you get to help you, anyway?", asked Hiyori. "Shi - Lt. Hirako", replied Misako, correcting herself. Fighting off an eye twitch, Hiyori muttered, "You're joking..." "You know each other?", asked Misako, intrigued. "You could say that...Idiot...", replied Hiyori, turning away. "Am I?", chuckled Misako. Glancing back, Hiyori said, "I meant him, but...yeah, you too, I guess." "Thanks for helping me with my hand-to-hand, Hiyori-chan. With such good mentors, I'll catch up in no time", said the junior cheerfully. "Just do your best. Then you won't have to work with that pinhead anymore", retorted the senior. "I take it you don't get along", ventured Misako. Hiyori shrugged. "He bugs me, that's all", she muttered.
Misako stared off toward their secret training spot, in thought. "Hey", said Hiyori. "Hmm?", replied Misako. "If he ever tries anything, let me know and I'll break his arm", said Hiyori. Misako blushed brightly. "It's nothing like that!", she said. Hiyori held a cool expression as Misako realized her outburst. "Then why did you turn so red?", taunted Hiyori with a knowing grin. Misako tried to find the words, but ended up laughing along with her friend.
Another few months passed. Misako was doing much better; Better than she thought possible. Shinji actually seemed to be having trouble. He went to block, not noticing the leg swinging toward him. She smiled to herself; She had him this time. He fell to the dirt with a thud. Pointing her sword toward his chest, she grinned in victory. "You actually got me", said Shinji. Tossing her blade aside, she lent a hand to help him up. Dusting himself off, he said, "I'd have to say that would have impressed your captain."
Staring toward the water, Misako replied, "No." Stepping closer, he asked, "Oh?" Turning to face him, she said, "You're going easy on me. Even I can see that." He tried to think up an excuse, but sighed in defeat. Misako smiled softly. "But thank you for taking me this far", she added. Shinji smirked. "When you really knock me on my ass, then thank me", he said. Misako chuckled. "Deal."
As the days passed, the training got harder. If Misako felt at all that Shinji was holding back, she would drop her sword and refuse to spar, and so he'd had to give her some tough lessons. She fell to one knee, out of breath. "Had enough?", he asked. Glaring, she said, "Never." He'd slowly become accustomed to that look of determination in her eyes and he'd come to respect it. Struggling to her feet, she said, "Again." "Come on, then", he waved.
She gripped the hilt of her zanpaktou and charged. Catching him off guard, she grinned at the look of surprised as she pressed her blade with more force. A quick move and he'd broken free. Turning to tease her, he was uneasy to find her missing. The sound of metal slicing air...He froze. She stepped around with a smug look as his hair fell loose. The tie had been severed and fell to the dirt. He smiled in genuine amusement. "Not bad", said Shinji. "Not bad? Try again", taunted Misako. "All right; Excellent", he said with a nod.
The tables seemed to be turning. As she got more comfortable around Shinji, he got more nervous around her. Sheathing her sword, she said, "Better." He was about to comment when he found himself in a sudden embrace. Slowly, he grinned and returned the gesture. When she had let go, he was surprised to see she wasn't red at all...but he was. She snickered as she let go. He stood almost breathless as her hands reached for him. Carefully watching every movement, he dared not speak. Tugging the loose hair to frame his face, she smiled. "I think it looks better this way", said Misako calmly. Avoiding eye contact, he replied, "I kept tied back because I didn't want it in the way." Misako grinned. "What's the point of long hair if you never wear it down?" His hair was somewhere near his waist at this point. He shrugged it off...But each day they'd met after that, he'd always worn it loose.
One day after practice, they were sitting on their little hill, side by side. It was turning to winter and the breeze was chill. Noticing her shiver, he playfully nudged her arm. "Hmm?", she mumbled. Nodding over, Shinji said, "Come on." "What do you mean?", asked Misako, slightly red. Teasingly looking away, he replied, "Fine. Sit there and freeze." After sharing a sly smile, she slowly got closer. By the end of the evening, she was resting against his chest, his arms wrapped about her. "I'm glad no one can see us", she said as she toyed with his hair. "Would you be embarrassed?", he asked. Misako shook her head. "I don't want to get you in trouble", she replied. "You don't have to worry about that", chuckled her mentor.
She twisted around to face him. "But - ", she began. "I know; Seated officer...But...We're on different squads and that means I have no influence over your status", he explained. "You mean - ?", she ventured. Shinji shrugged. "This sort of thing happens from time to time", he said. Shying her gaze, she uttered, "What sort?" He gave heartfelt grin as he palmed her face back toward him. Her eyes trembled as they met his. "Remember before...When you said I only had to ask for 'payment'?", he ventured. Misako eyed him nervously. "Yes...", she replied shyly. "I know what I want...If it's all right", he stated. Misako started to blush. "What is it?", she asked. Pulling her closer, he replied, "Just a kiss." She smiled softly and began to nod. Leaning in, it seemed like everything around them faded away. Nothing else mattered at that very moment when their lips met. He smiled sincerely as they parted. "You're not blushing", he teased. Touching her face, she asked, "I'm not?" She could feel the heat in her cheeks, but she wasn't about to argue. "Maybe I should try again", said Shinji coyly.
In the distance, two figures watched. "That's disgusting", said Hiyori. "It's about time", said Love with a laugh. Hiyori made gagging noises as they left them to their privacy. She'd become close friends with Misako. Being the fourth seat, she looked out for her...But this was something she couldn't cover up for long. She mercilessly teased Misako about it when she returned to the barracks that night, but it didn't seem to bother her. "I mean, yeah he's a good guy and all...But how could you kiss *that*?", choked Hiyori. "Actually, - ", began Misako. Hiyori waved furiously. "Don't tell me. I don't wanna know", she said.
They shared playful banter until 'lights out' was called. Unfolding her blankets, Misako uttered, "Hiyori-chan..." "Yeah?", she replied. "Thank you", said Misako. "For what?", asked Hiyori. "You've been one of my few friends since I got here...Like a sister. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate that", stated Misako. "Blegh...Now you're gonna get all mushy with me, too?", teased Hiyori, making faces. Misako chuckled. "I'm sorry. I just had to say it", she said with a smile. Hiyori smiled, though she tried to hide it. It really was nice having someone to call 'friend'.
A few weeks later, Misako nervously responded to her summons. Her captain had called her in for an evaluation. The squad lieutenant and the new third seat, Hiyori, were sitting beside their leader when Misako entered. She bowed. "Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am", she said. "Be seated", instructed Mikifune. Hiyori sent a reassuring smile as Misako did so. "Several things have come to my attention lately", began the captain. "Oh?", said Misako nervously. "Relax. You not here on account of your budding romance", said Mikifune. Looking down, Misako replied, "Yes, ma'am." "You've made excellent progress since your extra training started. I managed to catch a glimpse of you sparring with Sarugaki the other day. I'm impressed", said Mikifune. "You're too kind", said Misako. "However...", started the captain. Hiyori glanced over in interest. "Your main strength still lies in kido. I've spoken with Captain Tessai and he is willing to give you a place, possibly as a seated officer, depending on the exam", said Mikifune. "But - !", began Hiyori. The captain raised her hand for silence. "I know you two are close, but I think this is what's best for you, Yamagawa", said Mikifune. "I understand. Thank you", replied Misako with another polite bow. "Take a few days to mull it over and then give me your decision", said the captain.
There was more talk of various things before the meeting was over. When all was said and done, Misako and Hiyori walked back to the barracks together. "You've been awfully quiet", observed Misako. "Like she said - It's your choice. Why should I care if you go to another squad?", replied Hiyori, staring ahead. Misako paused and waited for her friend to face her. "I know you don't want me to go, but I won't be leaving you. We'll still see each other around", she stated. Glancing away, annoyed, Hiyori retorted, "I know that." "Especially if I get ranked", said Misako cheerfully. "What do you mean 'if'?! Have some confidence!", said Hiyori. Misako chuckled. "All right", she replied. Noticing the position of the sun, Misako realized just how late it was. Waving her off, Hiyori said, "I know. You've got a date." Misako blushed. "Yes." She turned to walk away, but stopped when her friend spoke. "Hey! If ever makes you cry, tell him I'll kick his ass!", shouted Hiyori. Waving cheerfully, Misako hollered, "I will!"
Misako wasn't quite used to being alone with Shinji in his quarters yet, but she made the best of it. She brewed tea while he conversed with a subordinate at the door. When the man had been dismissed, Shinji sat at the small table with a sigh. It had been a long day. Pouring his tea, she asked, "Is everything all right?" "Just the normal tedium", replied Shinji. "Is that why you came to the other world that day? To get away from it?", she asked. "Exactly why", he said wryly.
Blowing the steam from his cup, he made a slight toasting motion and drank. He froze after one sip and stared into his tea. "Is something wrong? You don't like it?", asked Misako with worry. "This...Is the best tea I've ever tasted", he stated. Blushing, she said, "It's nothing special. Hiyori drinks it all the time." "That little - !...She's been holding on me! You both have", replied Shinji with a playful glare. Waving nervously, Misako said, "It's nothing, really." "What do you put it in?", asked Shinji. "It's my secret blend. I can't *tell* you", she replied coyly. "Fine...If you won't tell me, you'll just have to make it for me every day", he sighed. "Deal", she said with a smile.
They idly chatted for some time while they ate. After a while, they went out to the balcony for some fresh air. She could tell something was up by the look on his face.
"What is it?", asked Misako. "Aren't you going to tell me something?", hinted Shinji. Firstly looking confused, she slowly grinned. "You've already heard", she said. "Hachi mentioned something of it", he admitted. "I'm not sure what I should do yet...", she stated. "I think...You should do whatever feels right", he said idly. "That's not much help", she replied flatly.
Shinji drew her into his arms, holding her back close to him. "I think it sounds like a good idea, but if you'd be happier where you are...", he trailed. Misako sighed in thought. "I don't care what squad you choose. Just be happy", he said, trying to be supportive. She chuckled suddenly, confusing him. "What's so funny?", he asked. Turning to face him, she replied, "You just reminded me of something Hiyori said. That's all." Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "And what would that be?" "She said if you ever make me cry, she'd beat you to a pulp", she said with a smile. Teasingly looking away, he said, "Sounds like something she'd say...She just wants an excuse to hit me." Pulling his face back toward her, she replied. "I think you're right." "She's always had it out for me...", said Shinji. "Me, too", said Misako with a soft smile.
Gently kissing him, she leaned into his chest. "Is that right? Maybe I'd understand if you were a little more convincing...", he taunted. He grinned as she held him tightly. Quietly, she said, "Shinji-kun...I've always been too nervous to say it until now, but - ..." Pressing her closer, he stated, "I love you, too." They stood like that under the stars for what seemed like hours. They only thing that snapped Misako from her reverie was the evening bell. Suddenly pulling back, Misako exclaimed, "Oh, no! That was last call!" "I guess it was", replied Shinji calmly. Misako peered over the railing. "I won't be able to get into the barracks!", she cried. "Looks like you'll just have to stay here tonight", said Shinji with a sly grin. She blushed deeply. "But what will people say?", she mumbled. Gently wrapping a hand around her waist, he smiled reassuringly. "They won't say anything...Or I'll kill the ones Hiyori leaves alive", he replied.
She laughed despite herself. True enough, anyone who was dumb enough to openly question her honor would pay dearly for it. Having calmed down, she followed him inside. "If you like, you can have my room and I'll sleep out here", offered Shinji. "But what if I get lonely? I'm used to being surround by people in the barracks", said Misako coyly. "Then again...", he said with a grin. After some teasing, it was decided they would share the bed. He knew better than do anything stupid and she trusted him. It felt good to hold her this way. He never wanted to let go. Eventually, she rolled over and nestled into his chest. With one arm around her waist and the other hand entwined with hers, it felt like things couldn't possibly get any better...But he was wrong.
He was half-asleep when she stirred enough to wake him. It was a gentle waking. He slowly came to with a tingle down his spine. She was kissing his neck and nibbling his ear. He was a little surprised she was being so affectionate, but he had no mind to complain. "What are you doing?", he taunted. Between kisses, she whispered, "Nothing..." When she leaned over him to look his eyes, he saw an amorous glow in hers. He laid breathless, unsure what would happen. Gently stroking his face, she smiled softly. "I could get used to that look", he said. Teasingly tracing his lips with her finger, she replied, "You might have to."
Tender kisses and warm embraces carried on into the night. Nothing heavy happened, but it was better that way. Misako had an innocent charm to her and he didn't want to ruin that just yet. The next morning, Shinji awoke to find his love cuddled in his embrace. He smiled and softly kissed her ear to arouse her. She awoke with a deep stretch. Rolling toward him, she smiled. "Good morning", greeted Misako. A gentle kiss to start the day and he enjoyed another brewing of Misako's wondrous tea. A few glances were shot when she left his quarters, but no one dared say anything about it. When she got back to the barracks, Hiyori was waiting with a slight twitch. "Hiyori-chan...Good morning", said Misako nervously. "Where were you last night?", asked Hiyori. "I accidentally fell asleep at Shinji's and - ...", began Misako. Cutting her off, Hiyori snorted, "Just be glad there's someone to cover your ass." Slightly bowing, Misako replied, "Yes. Thank you."
Hiyori didn't ask anymore questions. She really didn't want to know, but Misako assured her everything was fine. Later that day, they approached their captain. Bowing, Misako said, "Captain, I've made my decision." "Oh?", asked Mikifune. "As much as I enjoy being part of this squad, I think my best interest lies elsewhere", replied Misako. "I see. Very well, I'll arrange a meeting with Tessai for you", said the captain. "Thank you, Taicho", said Misako with a smile. With a brief glance at her lieutenant, they departed. Hiyori wasn't happy that Misako was leaving, but she tried to be happy for her nonetheless. She had gained more than friend over the last several months, more like family, and tried to at least support her new sibling however she could.
Months later, a celebration was being planned. Kensei had been promoted to captain and his friends had set up a party for the occasion. It was insisted that Misako make the ceremonial tea. Everyone had heard so much about it. Sure enough, when the festivities started, it was a smash hit. As the sun set, though, the sake made its way through the crowd.
As the hours passed, Misako had taken in more than her fill. She was laughing about most of what was said and held onto Shinji for balance. He didn't mind. It was actually kind of funny to see her like this. Hiyori stuck close by in case her sister got out of hand. Hugging him, Misako said, "Kensei! Congratulations!" Nervously patting her back, he replied "Thanks." She leaned onto him and tried to focus her vision. "I never really noticed how fluffy your hair is", she ventured. Hiyori tried not laugh and Shinji just shook his head. "... I think it's about time someone took you home", said Kensei. Misako giggled as she fell into Shinji again. "But it's still early!", she exclaimed. With that, she leaned over the railing and emptied her stomach. "Nice", smirked Hiyori. Shinji helped Misako steady herself. "Come on. You need to sleep this off", he said. "I'm not tired yet", she argued. She barely finished her sentence before passing out in his arms. "Who knew she'd drink so much?", he sighed. "She's all yours. I took care of her last time", said Hiyori, waving. "Sorry about this", grinned Shinji. "Don't worry about it. Just make sure she gets home", replied Kensei. Scooping her into his arms, Shinji nodded and carried her off. "You could have warned him", said Kensei. "Yeah, but it's funnier this way", snickered Hiyori.
The next morning, Misako found herself waking with a throbbing headache. It was only after sitting up, that she noticed she wasn't alone. Tugging her kimono closed, Misako glanced about. "Shinji! What happened?", she asked. "Relax. Nothing happened", he assured. With a relieved sigh, she slowly eased into reality. Shinji offered her a cup of water. "Drink this; You'll feel better", he said. Graciously accepting it, she replied, "Thanks...How stupid was I last night?" "You were drunk off your ass", he sniggered. Misako hung her head. "Oh no...", she groaned. "It was pretty funny", he taunted. Misako reddened. "How am I going to apologize to all of those people?", she said. "Don't worry about it. Everyone gets that way at some point", replied Shinji. "The last thing I remember was trying to get Hiyori to dance with me...", she sighed. Shinji grinned wide. "That was hilarious", he stated. Misako tossed a pillow at him. "Shut up!" A few snickers were passed as she walked the grounds, but no one said anything directly for fear of a Sarugaki special. Over the next few days, it was generally laughed off and she was glad for that.
Months later, another sparring match was going well. She had Shinji on the ropes and both were nearly out of breath. "Give up?", panted Misako. Shinji looked around, mockingly. "Huh? I thought I heard something that wanted to be a threat", he taunted. She mildly glared and went in for the win. A few more blows were exchanged. It seemed so familiar...An unexpected strong attack and sweeping kick from below. He hit the ground hard. Slightly wincing, he said, "I think you broke my ass." "Did not...Big baby", chided Misako. Staring up, he asked, "Are you going to help me up or just leave me here?" Pointing her blade at him, she replied, "Not until you tell me if this is an actual victory." "Does it look like I let this happen?", he sighed. Misako carefully eyed him. "...No", she ceded.
Sheathing her sword, she reached out a hand. Grabbing a hold, he caught her off guard and pulled her down. Falling into him, she blushed in shock. "Oops", he said with a sly grin. "So, this was your plan all along!", she giggled. "What plan?", he asked sheepishly. "I bet I can still get up faster", she said. "Oh?" They tugged on one another playfully until they eventually rolled down the hill. She laughed on the way down, but laid breathless beneath his weight when they had stopped. Looking into her eyes, he smiled sincerely. All track of time was lost as things became more complex. After while, they both froze at a grough "AHEM" behind them. In one swift motion, she'd knocked Shinji aside and tugged her clothing into place. "Imoto-chan...What are you - ?", asked Misako with a nervous grin. "Don't give me that!", snapped Hiyori. Shinji sighed as he sat up and dusted himself off. Pointing, she added, "And you!" Shinji waved cautiously. "Let's not be hasty", he pleaded. Stomping his face, she shouted, "DIE!"
Misako struggled to her feet during the ensuing assault. Desperately trying to stop her friend, Misako pleaded, "Stop!" Pulling loose, Hiyori argued, "He deserves it!"
"Please...Stop", pleaded her sister. Hiyori flinched at the expression before her. With a begrudging sigh, she stepped away from Shinji's twitching form. "Fine, but don't expect any more favors!", she exclaimed. Before anyone could respond, she'd run off. Misako kneeled beside her fallen lover. "Are you all right?", she asked. "I'll live", replied, holding his head. "You're bleeding!", she exclaimed. She quickly held her sleeve to his nose. Trying to smile, she said, "I'm sorry." "It's not your fault she's crazy", he replied. A half-
hearted chuckle was the only response. Hiyori glared from a distance as the couple headed off.
Once home, Shinji sat quietly as Misako gently wiped the blood from his face. The last bell tolled in the background, but neither cared. "I'm sorry", she said quietly.
"For what?", he asked. Rinsing the rag in a bowl, she answered, "For this." "I'm the idiot that started something out where someone could see us", he ceded. Silently, she moved closer and held him tightly. Things seemed to have gotten more complicated as of late and she couldn't explain why. Placing an arm around her waist, he assured, "It's not as bad as it looks." "I know", she said. She stayed by his side that night, silent, but ever ready to offer a comforting hand were it needed.
A year passed. Misako was blindly being pulled along by Shinji's guiding hand. "Shinji-kun, I'll trip!", she pleaded. "I won't let you fall", he replied. Struggling to keep pace, she argued, "But - ". Pausing, he teased, "You don't trust me?" She ran into him with a soft thud. Placing a hand on his chest, she smiled. "Of course I do", she replied. A moment later and they were back on their trek. It seemed like a very long walk. She wondered where they were headed, but left the blindfold untouched. Eventually, they stopped. "Can I look yet?", she asked. "Almost", he said. She grinned as he fiddled with something nearby. "Now", he stated.
Pulling the blindfold free, she squinted into the setting sun. It was the old training grounds. A picnic had been set on the little hill. Taking it in, she saw his waiting smile and the evening colors beginning to reflect in the river's gentle current. "What's all of this?", asked Misako with a smile. "Just a treat", replied Shinji. He led her to the blanket where they sat and sipped sake. It was a lovely sunset, befitting the sentiment. After the twilight had begun to settle in, his expression started to give him away. "What are you up to?", she prodded. "Me? Nothing. What makes you think I'm up to something?", he said innocently. "That response", she replied coyly. He grinned, trying to pass it off, but finally gave in. "All right. I brought you out here for a nice evening. You've earned it", he explained. "You say that like I've actually done something", she replied. He pushed passed the comment with a cool grin. "I brought you something. Close your eyes", he stated. She couldn't help but smile as she did so. A few faint sounds passed and then something cool on her skin. She held her hair aside as he tied off the necklace. "All right. You can look", he said.
Misako lightly gasped at its beauty. It was intricately made with stones that let the starlight dance off of them. "I couldn't possibly accept something like this...It's too beautiful", she said, blushing. Shinji grinned softly. "I hope you change your mind. That necklace has a story behind it", he said. "It does?", she asked. "It's been passed through my family for generations", he said. Idly looking away, he added, "...It's traditionally offered to one's bride." She sat breathless. Inadvertently fingering the beads, she began to smile as tears formed. Pretending to be uninterested, Shinji said, "So, do you want it or not?" He glanced back nervously, but met with a look of pure bliss. Before he knew it, Misako had thrust herself into his arms, almost knocking him over. He chuckled as he caught her. "Is that a 'yes'?", he taunted. "Yes", she cried. He sighed in relief and held her tight. There would be no shortage of smiles this night.
Nearly half a year later, Misako sat quietly in her formal kimono. Hiyori was combing her hair for the ceremony. "It means a lot that you're doing this for me, Imoto-
chan", said Misako. "Yeah, yeah", said Hiyori. Misako gently grasped her sister's hand, smiling into the mirror. "I mean it", she stated. Hiyori sighed. "Are you sure about this? You really wanna marry *that*?", she said, pointing outside. Misako chuckled. "You two are going to have start getting along some time, you know", she chided. Hiyori shrugged it off as she watched Misako paint her lips. Today was the day. Everyone seemed to be making a fuss over it, too. Nearly all of the lieutenants and half of the captains were present. Yamamoto, himself, was head of ceremony. Hiyori poked her head outside and whispered something. "All right. There's no hope for you now", she said to her sister. Misako smiled, trying to hide her welling tears.
Outside the tent, her previous captain got everyone's attention. "Presenting for the last time - Yamagawa Misako", announced Mikifune. Cheers and applause ensued as Misako made her entrance. Most of the guests stood breathless at the intricate weavings upon her robe. Her kimono was a deep pink with white birds lined in golden thread. Hiyori had done her hair beautifully, woven around the back of her head and the through the ceremonial headpiece. She smiled sincerely as she met eyes with Shinji.
Swelling with pride, Tessai uttered, "Just look at her. It seems we just assigned her a seat yesterday..." Hachi nodded, smiling softly. "Wow, Hiyori didn't mess up on purpose", taunted Kensei. The eighth captain and right hand girl smiled in response. Hiyori punched her friend's arm. "I heard that!" As the couple took their place, they stared at one another blissfully. "Captain Hirako Shinji...Fourth Seat Yamagawa Misako...Are you ready to begin?", asked Yamamoto.
When the ceremony had ended, they sat at the table and greeted each guest. "It's about time. It's hard to remember you two being apart", said Love. "Yes, it is", blushed Misako. Hiyori quietly stepped forward. "Thank you so much for helping all of this to happen", said Misako sincerely. Waving it off, Hiyori replied, "Someone had to do it." Love nudged her arm. After a brief glare, she stepped forward, leaning onto the table, and looked Shinji in the eye. She still wasn't used to his new rank, but she had more important matters to be mad about now. "I'm not allowed to kill you, but if you ever mess up...I'll be there", she said. "I look forward to it", grinned the groom. Taking a serious tone, Hiyori added, "Take care of my sister, Shinji." She held his gaze as an understanding passed between them. "I will", he said. She shuffled off and let the rest of the guests have their time with the happy couple. Misako was so glad to see them finally getting along, it was difficult to keep from crying.
Late that afternoon, Shinji and Misako stood outside of a two-story house. "Is this really ours?", she asked in awe. "I just never really used it until now", he shrugged. She stared in wonder as he took in their luggage. She couldn't help but start planning for the garden. "All right, that just leaves one more", he stated. Glancing about, she couldn't see any more bags and then it dawned on her. Slowly backing away, she uttered, "Oh no..." He grinned wide as he approached. Raising a hand in objection, she said, "You'll ruin my kimono..." "No I won't", he replied.
She finally gave in, laughing as he lifted her. He was very careful not to drag any fabric in the dirt. Once inside, he set her down with a smile. "Well, here we are", said Shinji, closing the door. Misako looked around her new home. "I'm gonna get lost in here", she said. He turned toward her, pulling her near. Looking her in the eye, he smiled softly. "Welcome home, Hirako-san", he said softly. She smiled wide at the title and the ensuing kiss. After changing, they spent the evening putting things away and enjoying a simple meal.
Later on, they stood at the head of the stairs in a warm embrace. "Go on in. I'll be right there", said Misako shyly. "Don't make me wait too long", replied Shinji coyly. She blushed as he went through the door. Once it had closed, she sighed. This was it, no more holding back. Shinji was already quite comfortable when the door once more slid open. He smiled at the nervous form in the candlelight. Carefully closing the door behind her, she stepped forward The tension rose as each took on an amorous expression. At the edge of the bed, she froze. Looking her husband directly in the eyes, she dropped her robes to the floor. Gazing over her bare form, there were no words to speak. Carefully climbing beneath the blankets, she drew herself up beside him. She tried to relax, but blushed nonetheless. Gently touching her face, he assured, "It's all right. There's nothing to blush about anymore." Leaning into his palm, she replied, "I know."
They laid down close, wrapped in one another's embrace. He idly stroked her hair, kissing her forehead, and murmuring sweet nothings. She nestled as close as she dared and before she knew it, he was lovingly kissing along her neck and shoulders. She trembled beneath his touch as his hands skimmed her body. Their eyes met as each became short of breath. Shinji smiled warmly before kissing her deeply on the lips. Misako found herself pulling him closer and closer until he overshadowed her completely. Pausing one last time, he whispered to her as she nuzzled against his face. There was no going back now. She cried out as he entered her body. He gazed into her face, afraid he'd hurt her, but her expression told otherwise. Sharing a knowing grin, passion took over and carried them through the rest of the night. The stars that shone that night were those of lovers. Twilight remained as whispers of romance long after the dew had settled. When dawn finally broke, the lovers slept entwined, caressing one another with a promise that would last forever.
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At the present...
That night, Shinji dreamt, too. Though he dreamed of memories he'd rather forget.
150 years ago...
Shinji sat silent and motionless as various people came and went. Hiyori was still out cold in the bed beside him. Kensei leaned on the doorway, occasionally glancing over toward his friends, but what could he say? "Excuse me, Hirako-san...May we now treat your wounds?", inquired one of the medical staff. He listlessly looked toward the voice, but otherwise made no movements. "Go ahead. He won't put up any fight", said Kensei.
The girl nodded nervously and began her work. Shinji never stirred aside from when someone shifted an arm out their way. Alcohol in a deep gash, resetting a broken rib, nothing caused even the slightest flicker of emotion or sensation. When all was said and done, hushed words were exchanged near the door. Eventually, Kensei stepped into the room and sat beside his comrade. "You should try to get some sleep", he said. The only response was the slight raising of Shinji's face. His eyes were sullen, his lips a drawn line. "At least try, all right?", sighed Kensei. Shinji gave a slow nod. Glancing over tot he next patient, Kensei said, "They say Hiyori should be up in the morning. A little less vigor than usual, but I guess that's a lucky break, huh?" Deciding he was being of no use, Kensei gently patted Shinji's shoulder and left the room.
Outside, the others sat waiting. "How are they?", asked Love solemnly. "Hiyori's out cold and Shinji's still in shock", replied Kensei. "Captain Tessai told me what happened in the end...I just hope Shinji realizes that he saved his life", said Hachi softly. "Even if he didn't want him to", said Lisa grimly. "Don't say crap like that", glared Kensei. Meeting his gaze, Lisa added, "I'm only speaking the truth." Intervening, Love said, "Come on, guys. Let's not take the stress out on each other." Kensei turned to leave. "I'm going out to find a drink. Stay here if you want...Let me know if anything changes", he said. He stalked from the hall with a heavy heart. He'd been there and there was nothing he could have done to help.
"He's taking it pretty hard", observed Love. "I'm sure he's feeling just as guilty as I am. I was there from start to finish and all I could do was prolong Misako's suffering", replied Hachi. "We all did what we could", said Lisa, gently touching his shoulder. Love shifted in his seat and looked away. "Even if you had been there, nothing would have changed", assured Lisa. "You don't know that", he replied. "It tore her in two. There's nothing anyone could have done", she said. Approaching the group, Rose said, "It may sound cold, but she's right." They all glanced up in surprise. He had just happened to be there checking on a fellow squad member when they rushed in with the fallen. "I hear it was pretty bad", he ventured. Quiet nods and distant stares were the only response. Eventually, Lisa filled him in on had transpired.
Inside the room, Shinji heard bits and pieces of what was being said. He was exhausted in all senses of the word and the drugs made his body feel even heavier, but he never laid back. He knew that the moment he closed his eyes, he'd see it all over again and it would only stand to confirm his loss. Hours passed, the occasional nurse checking in with a pitied expression. What was left of the night fled quickly. Not long after dawn broke, a murmur caught Shinji's attention. Hiyori sat up, swearing as she held her ribcage. Slowly taking in where she was, she looked over to the still form sitting in the bed beside hers. Steadying herself, she called, "Shinji?" His glass eyes turned toward her and he tried to force a miniscule grin, acknowledging she was okay. Hiyori glanced at their blood-soaked bandages. "So it really did happen...", she trailed. He gave a slight nod in response. Trying to lighten the mood, she decided to tease him. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking", she said, trying to lighten the mood. She watched from the corner of her eye, but he'd simply turned and stared out the window. As it sank in, she knew there was nothing to say, so she rolled toward the other wall and tried to hide her tears. Misako would be missed dearly.
As the days went on, captains, lieutenants, and scores of comrades from their squads came to visit. Hiyori at least made an attempt to fool the concerned faces that came and went. Yet everyday, Shinji would pass those glazed eyes over the person beside him briefly, and return to staring off. People were beginning to lose hope. It was if his entire being had a meltdown.
Finally, they were released. Shinji stood before his now empty home for hours. When twilight began to set in, he sat on the porch and finally wept. He'd lost all track of time. How long had it been since it happened? Days? Weeks? A knock on one of the posts caught his attention. "I heard what happened...I'm sorry", said Yoruichi. He nodded. Offering a hand, she said, "You can't sit out here all night." With a deep sigh, he accepted her help. Once inside, she lit some candles and tried to get him settled in. She knew it would be difficult for him to be here all alone, but she had to nudge him forward. "Well, that should about do it", she stated. He glanced up with a haggard expression. Kneeling beside him, she said, "There's rice on the stove. Just take it one step at a time, all right?" Patting his arm, she added, "And try to get some sleep. You look terrible."
She left him to his grieving. Outside, an old friend of her own awaited her return. "You sure he'll be all right in there?", inquired Kisuke. "He's better off in there than the barracks...Sometimes you have to get away from the sympathy to heal", she replied. He nodded and they headed off into the night.
Weeks passed. Shinji stared out at the garden. It had become unkempt over the last month or two. He smiled wistfully to himself as he remembered his beloved working to make everything grow. "It's about time you smiled", stated Hiyori. He jumped back in surprise. She was hanging upside down from the eave of the porch. Clutching his heart, Shinji cried, "Don't do that!" She smirked to herself. He finally spoke. Flipping down, she looked over the weeds. "Man, you really let the place go", she said. He mildly glared sideways at her as he retook his place near the banister.
Hiyori leaned on the railing. "Everyone's pretty worried about you...Well, not me, but someone had to come check on you", she said. "Thanks for caring", he taunted with a wan grin. "You should get out for a bit. You know, show everyone you're all right", she said. "All right?", he asked. She looked over his disheveled form. He was obviously not sleeping well and didn't seem to have eaten much either. Waving it off, she said, "You know what I mean...Has Kensei been up recently?" "And Lisa...They came yesterday", he replied. "You'll have to get back to your duties soon", said Hiyori, staring out over the garden. "Yeah..."
She grumbled to herself. She could barely stand it. Punching his arm, she exclaimed, "Snap out of it! You're not only one that misses her, you know!" After a brief expression of surprise, he slumped and chuckled despite himself. "At least some things never change", he ceded. Pushing him inside, Hiyori said, "Go get dressed, already! I'm dragging you out whether you like it or not!" And so she did. Their friends were glad to see him out and about. His smiles were pale and hollow, but recovery is never instantaneous. Slowly, things seemed to go almost back to normal. Twenty years had passed and many of the group were promoted. Love had become a captain, Kensei complained about his annoying new lieutenant, and Hachi advanced to stand beside Captain Tessai. The years rolled on and people seemingly returned to being themselves.
To be continued...