A dead silence hung over the room. Saber's eyes were wide, Archer's mouth was set into a grim line, but they both didn't say anything as they simply stood there, unwilling to believe that someone as strong as Gilgamesh was gone. Sure, the King of Heroes hadn't been particularly nice to them, but he was still nice when he wanted to be. He was Lancer's best friend, and speaking of Cu' Chulainn...
Lancer burst through the door, startling Rider, who was silently lounging near it. The blue haired man was breathing erraticly, eyes wide and almost hysterical-like. His next movements were so quick, no one realised what he was about to do next. "GAE BOLG!!!"
"LANCER!" Rider countered Gae Bolg with her stakes, wrapping the chain around his spear and pulling it tight so he couldn't move them. "Stop it, Lancer! You can't do anything now! He's gone! Gilgamesh's gone!"
"Let me go!" Lancer turned furious eyes on her. "Let me go right now, Medusa! Or I'll kill you, you Gorgon!"
"I'd like to see you try, Cu'Chulainn," Rider said quietly. "You would kill the innocent Gorgon now that the King is dead, Hound? He's in a better place! He's gone to where all deceased Servants go to! It's not the last time you'll see him!"
"You..." Lancer tried to pull his weapon back. "Damn you, Rider!"
Tears were stinging Saber's eyes as she watched Rider stop Lancer from trying to attack Gilgamesh's dead body. "Lancer..." Archer silently looped an arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
Lancer growled and finally dropped his spear, turning to rush at Gilgamesh's dead body. "GILGAMESH, YOU BASTARD!!! WAKE UP!!! YOU'RE NOT DEAD YET!! I KNOW THAT!!!"
"STOP IT! HE'S GONE!" As usual, Rider's agility was stunning as she appeared in front of him and threw her arms around him, holding him back from Gilgamesh. Lancer trashed. "HE'S NOT DEAD!! HE'S JUST SLEEPING! CAN'T YOU SEE?!"
Rider shook her head. "It's time... He's gone, Lancer. Accept it." Almost in time with her words, Gilgamesh began to dissolve into golden particles that drifted up into the air and vanished.
"GILGAMESH!!!" Lancer gave one last anguished howl before he was overwhelmed and he collasped into Rider's arms, weeping. the purple-haired Servant comfored him the best she could, a sad expression on her blindfolded face.
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Rider was out alone that night, leaping around Fuyuki City just to feel the wind in her hair, her boots making no noise as she landed on the roofs of the various buildings there. Just as she was about to turn and return home to Sakura, a voice stopped her. "Rider..."
"Lancer..." She straightened and saw the blue-haired man sitting alone on the edge of a taller building near her. Lancer looked down at her wearily. "Could you... stay a while with me? I never mentioned it before, but I like watching you while you're leaping about..."
Rider was silent for a while, but she joined him on his roof, sitting next to him, her legs hanging off the side. For a while, they made no sound nor movement, sitting still as stone as the wind blew their hair about, mixing blue and purple. Finally, Lancer spoke.
"I'm sorry about how I behaved this morning, Rider. I.. shouldn't have called you a Gorgon."
Rider stirred and looked at him as a twinge of pain hit her heart. "It's not your fault. You were distressed."
"I guess..." Lancer's eyes stared at nothing.
"Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry..." Rider's hand covered his, and Lancer looked down at the contact. Her hand was warm compared to his....
"Rider..."
"Yes, Lancer?"
"... Thank you..." He leaned over and kissed her. Rider's eyes widened behind her visor, then fluttered shut as she leaned into his kiss. Lancer pulled her closer to him and held the kiss for a few moments more before breaking off, placing a palm on her cheek, thumbing the soft skin right below her visor. "Thank you, Rider.. if only I could see tose eyes of yours.."
"You'd be petrified." Rider sounded afraid that he would remove her visor, but she didn't pull away.
Lancer gave her a wan smile. "Stay with me tonight?"
"I will." Rider relaxed and leaned her head against her head on his shoulder, content to be like that for the night. Lancer smiled and looked out into the night, one hand stroking her long hair. Maybe something good had turned out in this after all....
Monday, December 31, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
December 20th, 12:00 am
A/N: December 20th is Hitsugaya Touchirou's birthday! TODAY, for freaking sake!! And I forgot!!! Ahhhh!!! Gomen ne, Shirou-chan!!!!
Toushirou: ....... -_-#
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December 20th, 12:00 am
MazdaKitsune
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
The hands of the clock moved slowly as the seconds ticked by. In less than five minutes, it would be December the 20th. Hitsugaya blew out a breath and smiled to himself, watching the snow fall gently to the ground from under a tree that was bare of leaves, but laden with snow.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
Hyourinmaru rumbled gently from where he lay, next to the young captain, an early 'Happy Birthday' greetings for his master. Everytime, every year, it was the same. The same time and same place Hitsugaya would go to alone, to quietly await that special moment of the day where the clock ticked midnight, and the time changed.
Day to day.
Night to day.
The day when Hitsugya Toushirou was "born" in Rukongai.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
Only a minute left to go now. The smile grew wider on Hitsugaya's face. His hiding place was peaceful and quiet, a special birthday place for him to hide in. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his head back, momentarily letting himself forget about the troubles and responsibilites of a taichou and relax in the soothing enviroment.
"Almost time," he said aloud, his breath forming mist into the air in front of his face. "10 more seconds...."
Tick.. tick.. tick.. tick..
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
"Happy birthday, Hyorinmaru/Shirou-chan."
Thetwo voices startled each other, and Hitsugaya jumped up from his spot, whirling around in surprise to find Hinamori Momo standing quietly with a smile on her face, holding a small cake with a few candles on it in her hands.
"Hinamori?"
The candles lit up her face with a soft orange glow, and she started singing the Birthday song as she walked towards him, stopping in front of him when she finished. "Happy Birthday to you, Shirou-chan."
Hitsugaya gaped at her. "How did you find me? I thought I hid my rieatsu well..."
Hinamori laughed. "Rangiku-san followed you and told me where you are. I thought I'd surprise you with a cake I made myself. Here, blow the candles and make a wish."
Slowly, Hitsugaya leaned down, closed his eyes for a while, then blew out the candles. "Thank you, Hinamori..."
Hinamori smiled again. "I have a present for you, Shirou-chan. Close your eyes."
Still stunned, the young taichou did as he was told.... and his eyes flew open in surprise as Hinamori promptly set the cake aside and kissed him. Slowly, his eyes slipped shut again and he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him with a sigh as he returned her kiss.
"I hope you like your present, Shirou-chan..." Hinamori said as they broke apart, blushing shyly.
"It's the best I ever got yet, Bed-Wetter Momo," Hitsugaya teased with a smile.
Hinamori pouted. "Don't call me that, Shirou-chan! Come on." She picked up the cake and linked her arm with his. "Rangiku planned a party for you in your office. She invited everyone, including Kuchiki-taichou, and Ukitake-taichou made a candy statue for you. You'd better get there before Yachiru decides to eat it all up..."
Hitsugaya let himself be dragged along by her, listening to her happy chatter all the way with a grin on his face. December 20th, 12:00 am. His birthday.. and also the day where Hinamori confessed her love for him with a simple kiss.
He wasn't going to forget this particular birthday in a hurry.
~Owari~
Toushirou: ....... -_-#
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December 20th, 12:00 am
MazdaKitsune
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
The hands of the clock moved slowly as the seconds ticked by. In less than five minutes, it would be December the 20th. Hitsugaya blew out a breath and smiled to himself, watching the snow fall gently to the ground from under a tree that was bare of leaves, but laden with snow.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
Hyourinmaru rumbled gently from where he lay, next to the young captain, an early 'Happy Birthday' greetings for his master. Everytime, every year, it was the same. The same time and same place Hitsugaya would go to alone, to quietly await that special moment of the day where the clock ticked midnight, and the time changed.
Day to day.
Night to day.
The day when Hitsugya Toushirou was "born" in Rukongai.
Tick... tick... tick... tick...
Only a minute left to go now. The smile grew wider on Hitsugaya's face. His hiding place was peaceful and quiet, a special birthday place for him to hide in. A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned his head back, momentarily letting himself forget about the troubles and responsibilites of a taichou and relax in the soothing enviroment.
"Almost time," he said aloud, his breath forming mist into the air in front of his face. "10 more seconds...."
Tick.. tick.. tick.. tick..
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
"Happy birthday, Hyorinmaru/Shirou-chan."
Thetwo voices startled each other, and Hitsugaya jumped up from his spot, whirling around in surprise to find Hinamori Momo standing quietly with a smile on her face, holding a small cake with a few candles on it in her hands.
"Hinamori?"
The candles lit up her face with a soft orange glow, and she started singing the Birthday song as she walked towards him, stopping in front of him when she finished. "Happy Birthday to you, Shirou-chan."
Hitsugaya gaped at her. "How did you find me? I thought I hid my rieatsu well..."
Hinamori laughed. "Rangiku-san followed you and told me where you are. I thought I'd surprise you with a cake I made myself. Here, blow the candles and make a wish."
Slowly, Hitsugaya leaned down, closed his eyes for a while, then blew out the candles. "Thank you, Hinamori..."
Hinamori smiled again. "I have a present for you, Shirou-chan. Close your eyes."
Still stunned, the young taichou did as he was told.... and his eyes flew open in surprise as Hinamori promptly set the cake aside and kissed him. Slowly, his eyes slipped shut again and he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him with a sigh as he returned her kiss.
"I hope you like your present, Shirou-chan..." Hinamori said as they broke apart, blushing shyly.
"It's the best I ever got yet, Bed-Wetter Momo," Hitsugaya teased with a smile.
Hinamori pouted. "Don't call me that, Shirou-chan! Come on." She picked up the cake and linked her arm with his. "Rangiku planned a party for you in your office. She invited everyone, including Kuchiki-taichou, and Ukitake-taichou made a candy statue for you. You'd better get there before Yachiru decides to eat it all up..."
Hitsugaya let himself be dragged along by her, listening to her happy chatter all the way with a grin on his face. December 20th, 12:00 am. His birthday.. and also the day where Hinamori confessed her love for him with a simple kiss.
He wasn't going to forget this particular birthday in a hurry.
~Owari~
Monday, December 10, 2007
Phoenix Tears
A/N: Hmm.. Byakuya broke up with me in MySpace... so I'm getting back at him by turning into an Espada. Guess who are my top three Arrancars?
1) Grimmjow Jaggerjack
2) Ulquiorra Schiffer
3) Hollow Ichigo. (pls don't ask)
I'm hurting inside. Really hurting inside. So all I can do is write out whatever I'm imagining as revenge and get a good kick out of it.
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She was drifting in a warm bubble in the midst of an ocean, feeling extremely safe and comfortable. Sleepily, she turned on her side, and curled up again with a soft sigh, using her arm as her pillow, long black hair drifting in the water over her head and about her face, a painting of a slumbering angel.
It wasn't to last, however.
Somewhere in her sleep, she heard a voice call out to her, calling her name.
Akamatsu Arisa.... awaken....
It disturbed her, yet comforted her, and she opened her eyes, reaching out to that voice...
.... And she gasped for breath, eyes flying open in panic as she struggled to suck in air into her lungs. The woman gave a keening scream, hands clutching at nothing in vain as her mind threatened to black out from lack of oxygen. And then, all of a sudden, the pressure on her broke, and she gave a gasp, gulping air down greedily.
"Are you alright?"
The deep tone made the woman turn slowly from where she lay, and she blinked her hazy vision to see a man wearing white robes with a red sash, his brown hair slicked back except for a single strand that fell over his eyes. He had a smile on his face, a fatherly kind of smile that was benign and proud as he looked down on his latest "child". The woman struggled to sit up. "W-Who are you?"
"I am your father and your creator. Sousuke Aizen." The man said by way of introduction, draping his outer robe over her body. "Here, you must be feeling cold."
With a start, the woman looked down at herself and saw that she was completely nude, without any covering at all. But rather than feel embarassed, she spoke again in quiet confusion. "You're my.... creator? You created me?"
"Yes, I did. And I think that my partner Gin, will be here with some clothes for you to wear soon." Aizen responded idly, placing his hand on her head. "Now... can you tell me what your name is?"
"Akamatsu Arisa.... I think..." The woman frowned. Aizen chuckled. "True, my Risa-chan.... but I don't think that name suits you much. Blanca Zamarilla sounds much more nicer, don't you think?"
Blanca purred as he ran his hand through her hair, feeling the same sense of comfort she had felt in her dreams fill her. He was her father... her master.. and she was safe with him. "Yes, Aizen-sama."
"Good." Aizen gave her head one last pet before Gin swept in through the doorway, humming a tune to himself. "Oh, our princess seems t' have woken up, eh... Aizen-sama?"
Aizen snorted and got up, taking the clothes from Gin, who eyed Blanca with intrest. The woman flushed slightly and pulled the robe tighter around her to cover her exposed body, not really liking the way he leered at her. Aizen gave him a look. "Be polite, Gin. It's rude to stare at a woman that way. Besides, you're scaring her."
"Oh, sorry..." Gin raised his hand and gave Blanca a apologetic grin before sauntering out, closing the door behind him.
"Now then..." Aizen handed her the clothes. "Put this on. I will send someone to be with you shortly."
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It was nothing she had expected.
Maybe it was the fact that the simple white clothes she wore stunned her by showing off her body, or it was the curves, and the light but strong build she never expected to have. But Blanca Zaramilla, formerly known as Akamatsu Arisa, stared at her reflection in the mirror and wondered.
The top she wore had a Chinese-like style and design, from the open collar that complimented her long neck to the way the Chinese knots ran across the top of her breasts, the top ending above her navel. It was sleeveless, but her right arm had a betached sleeve, that was more like a kimono sleeve, but it flared and hung down her sword arm. The rest of her outfit was the usual hakama, with a thick black sash that had extra material. This she absently braided and let it hang down her side.
Her hair, as far as she could see, was waist long, but had fiery streaks of crimson that were fierce, bright and bold, and was styled in a layered manner, one part of her fringe falling down to hide her right eye.
Lastly, she inspected her Arrancar mask. It curved around her forehead like a tiara and under her right eye, looking very much like a cross between Tesla's and Grimmjow's except that the jaw portion of her mask only had the lower jaw missing.
Blanca drew in a sharp breath when someone knocked on her door and she hurried to open it, seeing a blue-haired Arrancar standing outside, his hand still raised in mid-knock. Her eyebrows furrowed in slight regconition as a name passed through her mind. "...... Grimmjow...?"
"Kami-sama..." Grimmjow slowly lowered his hand and stepped back. "Senorita Akamatsu. That bastard Gin wasn't kidding when he said you were brought back."
"Blanca." She said, and the Arrancar's brows furrowed in confusion. "Blanca Zamarilla," she repeated softly. "Aizen-sama gave me a new name. I... don't know what I'm doing here.. or how I know you. I just woke up.... and Aizen..."
Grimmjow stared at her for a minute more as he processed the information given to him, then closed his eyes and made a soft "Ch..." between his teeth. "Ain't gonna change much of what happened. But still... welcome to the Espada, kid... again."
Blanca found him to be a bit strange, seeming to drift between arrogance, indiffrence and softness while facing her, but she lifted her chin and took the arm that he offered her. "Thank you, Senor. I hope not to get in your way often."
"Yeah, you better not." Grimmjow's mutter sounded rough, but warm. "Go bug the Cuarto Espada if you can.... but I won't mind if you'd come over and dance the Paso Doble with me once in a while."
Blanca smiled. "Of course. I'd love to."
Together, they pushed open the double doors that led to Aizen's throne room.
1) Grimmjow Jaggerjack
2) Ulquiorra Schiffer
3) Hollow Ichigo. (pls don't ask)
I'm hurting inside. Really hurting inside. So all I can do is write out whatever I'm imagining as revenge and get a good kick out of it.
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She was drifting in a warm bubble in the midst of an ocean, feeling extremely safe and comfortable. Sleepily, she turned on her side, and curled up again with a soft sigh, using her arm as her pillow, long black hair drifting in the water over her head and about her face, a painting of a slumbering angel.
It wasn't to last, however.
Somewhere in her sleep, she heard a voice call out to her, calling her name.
Akamatsu Arisa.... awaken....
It disturbed her, yet comforted her, and she opened her eyes, reaching out to that voice...
.... And she gasped for breath, eyes flying open in panic as she struggled to suck in air into her lungs. The woman gave a keening scream, hands clutching at nothing in vain as her mind threatened to black out from lack of oxygen. And then, all of a sudden, the pressure on her broke, and she gave a gasp, gulping air down greedily.
"Are you alright?"
The deep tone made the woman turn slowly from where she lay, and she blinked her hazy vision to see a man wearing white robes with a red sash, his brown hair slicked back except for a single strand that fell over his eyes. He had a smile on his face, a fatherly kind of smile that was benign and proud as he looked down on his latest "child". The woman struggled to sit up. "W-Who are you?"
"I am your father and your creator. Sousuke Aizen." The man said by way of introduction, draping his outer robe over her body. "Here, you must be feeling cold."
With a start, the woman looked down at herself and saw that she was completely nude, without any covering at all. But rather than feel embarassed, she spoke again in quiet confusion. "You're my.... creator? You created me?"
"Yes, I did. And I think that my partner Gin, will be here with some clothes for you to wear soon." Aizen responded idly, placing his hand on her head. "Now... can you tell me what your name is?"
"Akamatsu Arisa.... I think..." The woman frowned. Aizen chuckled. "True, my Risa-chan.... but I don't think that name suits you much. Blanca Zamarilla sounds much more nicer, don't you think?"
Blanca purred as he ran his hand through her hair, feeling the same sense of comfort she had felt in her dreams fill her. He was her father... her master.. and she was safe with him. "Yes, Aizen-sama."
"Good." Aizen gave her head one last pet before Gin swept in through the doorway, humming a tune to himself. "Oh, our princess seems t' have woken up, eh... Aizen-sama?"
Aizen snorted and got up, taking the clothes from Gin, who eyed Blanca with intrest. The woman flushed slightly and pulled the robe tighter around her to cover her exposed body, not really liking the way he leered at her. Aizen gave him a look. "Be polite, Gin. It's rude to stare at a woman that way. Besides, you're scaring her."
"Oh, sorry..." Gin raised his hand and gave Blanca a apologetic grin before sauntering out, closing the door behind him.
"Now then..." Aizen handed her the clothes. "Put this on. I will send someone to be with you shortly."
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It was nothing she had expected.
Maybe it was the fact that the simple white clothes she wore stunned her by showing off her body, or it was the curves, and the light but strong build she never expected to have. But Blanca Zaramilla, formerly known as Akamatsu Arisa, stared at her reflection in the mirror and wondered.
The top she wore had a Chinese-like style and design, from the open collar that complimented her long neck to the way the Chinese knots ran across the top of her breasts, the top ending above her navel. It was sleeveless, but her right arm had a betached sleeve, that was more like a kimono sleeve, but it flared and hung down her sword arm. The rest of her outfit was the usual hakama, with a thick black sash that had extra material. This she absently braided and let it hang down her side.
Her hair, as far as she could see, was waist long, but had fiery streaks of crimson that were fierce, bright and bold, and was styled in a layered manner, one part of her fringe falling down to hide her right eye.
Lastly, she inspected her Arrancar mask. It curved around her forehead like a tiara and under her right eye, looking very much like a cross between Tesla's and Grimmjow's except that the jaw portion of her mask only had the lower jaw missing.
Blanca drew in a sharp breath when someone knocked on her door and she hurried to open it, seeing a blue-haired Arrancar standing outside, his hand still raised in mid-knock. Her eyebrows furrowed in slight regconition as a name passed through her mind. "...... Grimmjow...?"
"Kami-sama..." Grimmjow slowly lowered his hand and stepped back. "Senorita Akamatsu. That bastard Gin wasn't kidding when he said you were brought back."
"Blanca." She said, and the Arrancar's brows furrowed in confusion. "Blanca Zamarilla," she repeated softly. "Aizen-sama gave me a new name. I... don't know what I'm doing here.. or how I know you. I just woke up.... and Aizen..."
Grimmjow stared at her for a minute more as he processed the information given to him, then closed his eyes and made a soft "Ch..." between his teeth. "Ain't gonna change much of what happened. But still... welcome to the Espada, kid... again."
Blanca found him to be a bit strange, seeming to drift between arrogance, indiffrence and softness while facing her, but she lifted her chin and took the arm that he offered her. "Thank you, Senor. I hope not to get in your way often."
"Yeah, you better not." Grimmjow's mutter sounded rough, but warm. "Go bug the Cuarto Espada if you can.... but I won't mind if you'd come over and dance the Paso Doble with me once in a while."
Blanca smiled. "Of course. I'd love to."
Together, they pushed open the double doors that led to Aizen's throne room.
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