Drabble 2: Disagreement
"You're not going to talk me out of this Toushiro."
"You're being irrational."
"And you're being selfish."
He immediately stopped in his tracks, put off by my harsh words. I hated these stupid arguments. I sighed and sat down on his bed, patting the space beside me. He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before sitting down next to me. I wrapped my arms around him.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled defeated, "The last thing I want to do Is leave you but... I'm just so sick of being a weakling." I finished, frustration clear in my tone. We had been arguing about my impending seclusion training for days, Toushiro constantly insisting that it was unnecessary; why though, I wasn't sure.
"You aren't weak." He said with an annoyed sigh, "We were all equally useless in trying to defeat Aizen. You shouldn't be beating yourself up about it." He finished, standing up to stare out of the window at the far side of the room.
"I'm not beating myself up. I am fairly new at being a Shinigami after all. I could use the training." I countered, "besides... I think you're the one whose been beating himself up Toushiro-kun." I finished sadly. Beneath that strong exterior and those icy turquoise eyes lied so much guilt and sadness it made my heart ache; I couldn't let him blame himself for my injuries anymore: that's why I needed to be stronger.
He turned to look at me, his usually impenetrable walls beginning to crack; It seemed that every time he opened his heart to me it was through sadness.
I walked to him, swiftly wrapping my arms around him before he got the chance to blame himself.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I should have been able to prevent it."
"It's all in the past. It doesn't matter now." I soothed, pulling out of our embrace as I began to pull down the top of my shihakusho...
(To show him her scar you perverts
...but yea then sex)