The face that tells us all Ruri spotted his master.
calling out || HC drabble
Hi, I'm Ruri'Iro Kujaku and I live in a cage. You might not know about it, but I am actually the zanpakuto spirit of this one stubborn person called Yumichika Ayasegawa. Yes, that selfish, ignorant ass of a master, who seems to care more about his little bromance than his own soul. Like I said, I live in a cage(birdcage, to be specific) since this place is full of them - they wary in sizes and colors and some of them are locked with no keys in sight. Others have simply rusted shut over the years of neglect and even I'm not sure of what lies behind all these walls of bars. I've never really liked this place since there's only limited amount of things to do, with barely any freedom or interactions.
Simply put - it's unbearably lonely.
It was easier back when the bald guy hadn't gotten involved with my master yet. I was just a small particle of a soul back then, but I got to roam and grow freely in this world, all the doors were open and dripping these painful, strong emotions which tasted delicious when mixed with blood whenever we decided to lash out on any unfortunate stalkers or harrassers. It was the best and the worst time of our lives. I was his feeling of revenge and killing intent and we were a team of destruction and loathing.
We were pure, raw and we were beautiful, fighting off the ugly of this world.
But I was naive thinking it would last. This Ikkaku guy appeared and lighted up something called hope and longing within this familiar darkness of our world and I think it blinded both of us - my master and I. It was back then when I first got put in a cage. Just for a while so that we wouldn't scare that ridiculously loud guy off, was the explanation I got. That person loved to fight even more than we did, so eventually we ended up letting him take our fights, all the while craving and watching from the sidelines. Watching a great warrior being born was entertaining, but only to a certain point for me. At the time master received his zanpakuto and I finally received a proper form and a voice as his sword, I was dying to let loose and connect with him again. But he had turned into this scaredy cat, who didn't want to lose what was dear to him - yeah, that bald dude. Actually I don't dislike Madarame as much as one could think, but he did make my life difficult with his decisions of joining the Eleventh and hating on kido-swords.
The one I truly despise is my wimpy master.
He can't face our true powers and worries for these ridiculous things behind all that attitude he put up. Never being honest to one's own soul and depriving it of it's needs isn't something a soldier should do. In all honesty, the communication link between us is pretty much completely muted too. It's been way too many weeks since I last had a proper talk with him, you know? The floor of the cage is hard to sleep on and most of the days I get woken up by him calling me out with that stupid name of a 'Fuji Kujaku'. The voice lingers for maybe couple more short words, sometimes even sentences on a good day, before shutting down again. Just lending power from an old pal when it's convenient for him. Great. Only an insensitive asshole would treat their partner like this - heck, he's treating his own emotions like forgotten cage birds too! And everyone's bying that bullcrap he's feeding them about happy smiles and confidence... Hah! What a joke!
Yet I have to confess... I can't truly hate this bastard.
He's my master. We share a soul. We are a team. A very broken and definitely not functioning team, but a team none the less. A beautiful one even. Maybe one day he'll let me out of this cold cell and allow me to fly again, right beside him. Maybe if I keep calling out for him time after time, he'll one day return to me.
Hopefully it just happens before I've sang my throat to shreds. Tch, who am I kidding? As if that's going to happen.
"...master..."
"What's with this whole 'afraid of stuffed animal things'? ...They look like normal kids' toys to me."
▒ ▒ ▒ -le wink-
Send me a ▒ and my muse has to kiss yours.
"Tch, what do you think you'll achieve by sending in three of these?"Light redness was barely noticeable - but present, caused by the obvious interest radiating from the straight-forward blond's body language and expression. If the kiss was to land on a cheek in a friendly manner, it surely would give the impression of a coward, which was not a name any sword wanted to go by. Few graceful steps were taken to close the distance, one soft palm lifted and placed on a warm cheek before faces got brought closer to each other by that guiding hand."You'll get one kiss, Pantera."That firm, yet quite unsure touch lasted for a small while, mouths being connected and momentarily caressed by one another. The longer it lingered, the harder it was to let go - it had been long since this deadly beauty last experienced such an act, his solitude being as absolute as it was. Letting this curious meeting of lips to end had to happen sooner or later and Ruri'Iro had decided on the first option, backing away, teal hues glancing to the side. It hadn't been planned, but those soft lips had decided to part and let out a continuation to the previous words that had been spoken."...For now, at least."
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Send me a ▒ and my muse has to kiss yours.
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Struts around, curiously looking around the place. Totes not here to get clues of who is the wielder of this kitty zanpakuto.
Casually follows around. Totes not staring at the pretty birdie’s ass or anything.
”Lookin’ fer somethin’?”
"Oh, you're following me. And yes, I am looking for something. Clues about where we could have possibly met before." The strutting then continued, no more attention being paid to the blond creature for now.
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Oh, he was one of those types huh?
Pantera’s smirk hardly faltered as he gave a pause before answering. “Well shit, looks like I missed the memo on that one, buttercup~” Manners were not exactly at the top of his list of priorities.
He could observe this particular being for a while, easy on the eyes and all that. Still, he was having trouble pinpointing exactly how he seemed familiar. Something to do with his King for sure. Ah well, maybe it’ll come to mind later.
Head tilted to the side, uneven lengths of blond drifting over a tattooed shoulder. “Seein’ as how I found ya first, I guess I should at least give ya that much. Y’know, considerin’ ya asked so damn nicely.” Head now leaning back, pretty much eyeing the slender male down the bridge of his nose.
"Names Pantera. It’s kinda interestin’ ya mention that. I’m sittin’ here tryin’a figure out what makes ya so familiar."
"That attitude of yours won't result in you making many reliable friends, dear Pantera."
Using the name so casually was meant to be an arrogant insult, yet there was no certainty of it getting understood by the one being insulted. Seeing as the presence only wasn't enough to solve the issue of where or how they had possibly met before, a calculating gaze ran over that tattooed body, taking in every small characteristic detail of the appearance that could lead towards a conclusion. It could be said that this man's blond hair and blue eyes weren't the only thing beautiful about him - all those fine toned muscles hidden under a layer of skin was enough to create an image of a smoothly running machine, ready to take action and rip everything apart that stood on it's way. Thinking about the bloody mess that would be left behind truly was thrilling. "Unlike some, I've actually developed a good set of manners... So to be fair, you shall get to know my name in exchange of yours. I'm Ruri'Iro Kujaku. Nice meeting you, I suppose."
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praktikos-emporo
Content to merely remain an observer, very interesting. It was no bother to have a spirit around, there were typically plenty of those coming and going. Although this was a zanpakuto spirit in this particular case, the man in the hat did have to wonder where in the vicinity the wielder could be as he went about his daily activities in his usual manner.
Following and silently watching had always been easy to a spirit who never was allowed the freedom of expressing oneself openly. Observing was a lifestyle and silence it's first rule, though rules were broken at times when the loneliness made walls close in and fall on top of the observer. Yet one habit had entered and stayed during the quiet days - smooth, melodic tone of voice muttering up sentences or single words, even quiet songs every once in a while. This certain behavior was not completely controlled and right now, while looking over that strong shoulder of the blond, an unclear, almost soundless murmur sneaked past the full lips into the silent atmosphere.
Sharp blue eyes studied the .. Somehow familiar being. Prowling slow circles, a resounding purr could be heard. A quick tongue peeked out to run over too sharp canines. "Oi Oi.. Do I know ya from somewhere?"
"Tch, quite the manners you have there. Don't you know you're supposed to introduce yourself before asking any questions?"How was that arrogant presence so familiar, yet not familiar enough that it would be clear they had once clashed in the past. This zanpakuto spirit being one of the shinigamis was not very likely since the strength and wildness in this aura would surely be noted and brought out to be tamed in the Soul Society. It would've been just like the day Zaraki Kenpachi discovered that wild and dangerous Nozarashi - every high seated officer knew to expect something monstrous that they'd need to keep an eye on. No, this purring creature must be of an enemy's or at least someone's who did not reside within the walls of Seireitei."But no, I don't think I've met you. At least not this up close and personally. That reiatsu of yours does seem to origin from a person I've possibly come across before."
To the mun with a beautiful heart, and to the person who is nothing but an inspiration to all of us, this is a thank you for being who you are and a way to say that you are loved and cherished. Thank you, mun, for being one of the most pleasant and beautiful mun's that I had the pleasure to see on my dash.
-- o m g, Caleb no. You're awakening the feels.One does not just simply awaken the feels asdfghjkl!U butt. I shall have my revenge one day. BC
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A sharp observation of being followed. Feigns unaware.
Nothing but light steps came from the beautiful stalker. It wasn't like he had anything to say, so why break the comfortable silence when it clearly wasn't necessary? The blond would eventually speak up if he felt like he needed to.
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Casually follows out of curiosity.
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Spots his Beautiful Zanpakuto. “Does there seem to be a problem…?” He asked his Spirit, and rose a brow in slight concern.
"I don't know if calling it a problem is the right thing to do, but I've noticed you have been lost in thought quite often nowadays. Something must be worrying you." Not another word was said as the beauty stood and waited for an answer, his expression somewhat indifferent, yet curious. As much as Ruri'Iro disliked the fact his wielder was concealing the true beauty of their abilities, it was hard for him not to care at all about the delicate shinigami's thoughts and feelings. How bothersome indeed.