kami-of-illusions asked: 'I want the K'

tatsukiarisawasempai:

kami-of-illusions:

tatsukiarisawasempai:

7: Romantic Kiss

The brunette stood on her tip toes, a blush gracing her features before she gently kissed the kami.
She wasn’t sure if it was the perfect night with the starry sky and wonderful gardens or the good news of her promotion, which brought them here in the first place. Either way, the brunette suddenly became bold and decided to act on her feelings.
With her bravo gone, she stepped back, as red as a tomato. “S-Sousuke… I-I’d better go,” she said as she turned to flee.

"You are clever, entertaining and beautiful, Tatsuki. I’m not quite sure where you suddenly have gotten this low opinion of yourself." Aizen murmured, a small frown appearing on his face at her words. He found her brash nature and deep inner strength refreshing and traits he enjoyed in those he enjoyed choosing to speak with.

She rolled her eyes at him, nudging him with her elbow as a light blush appeared on her face once more.  ”I was just teasing you, Aizen.  But, thank you.  I think the same of you, minus the fact of you being beautiful,” she joked as the blush darkened.  ”You’re handsome, even if you do take things too literally sometimes.”

Sousuke blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out what she had meant by that “were you using self-depricating humor just then?… I did not realize you were doing such, as few in the soul society or Hueco Mundo use such subtle forms.” He was more subtle than most but occasionally he was caught off-guard.

Bittersweet Longing - starter for shirosutaa and strawberryreaper

shirosutaa:

kami-of-illusions:

Aizen had been observing Kurosaki for a while now. As the child of a hollow-infected Quincy and a noble, captain-class shinigami his powers and growth would be fascinating to watch. What he hadn’t anticipated was him encountering the Visored. He had figured that they would hide away until the very last moment, but due to the red-head’s hollow side, they seemed to feel honor bound to train him.

Seeing her again, even on camera, was bittersweet. She seemed to be just as bubbly and cheerful as ever… But didn’t she use most of that as a mask to hide her true feelings? His heart had clenched and twisted painfully for weeks as he watched them interact and slowly get closer and closer.

The war with Soul Society was on a sort of hiatus as he quietly prepared more of his arrancar, and waited for the Wandenreich or the Fullbringers or both to strike at their ancient enemy. Still Mashiro and Kurosaki grew closer and soon they were dating.

While it hurt unspeakably to see her with another… Kurosaki was good to her. Good to her in ways that he knew that he himself never could be, and caused her much joy and happiness. But he had to see her – and to give her two small pieces of warning, hinting at the brewing storms from old enemies.

She was out for a walk by herself in the twilight, off to get something at a store on screen, so he opened a garganta, stepping through and emerging on an alley close to where she would soon be coming past. He silently walked up the alley and stepped out just as she started to come across, cutting off her path. “It’s been a long time Mashiro… I’ve noticed that you are dating Kurosaki Ichigo… I am glad that you’ve found someone who has made you happy…”

                                             Move along with a smile.

It had been her motto for close to a hundred years now and even as time continued on, the pain never seemed to diminish. She had been through too much; seen too much. Sure, the happiness that she had been provided with was always enough to momentarily numb her. However, on nights when she was alone, feeling smaller than ever, shaking and finding it almost difficult to breathe with the weight on her chest, she was reminded of all that had happened.

She was reminded of him. The way he had brought her out of despair, only to torpedo her back into it. He had made her feel safe in a sense that no other could and even now with all he had done, part of her still longed for him. Mashiro longed for his touch or to wake up and find out it was all a nightmare.

But her longing for another had put a stall on those feelings. Ichigo Kurosaki had provided her with a love that felt genuine and real. He was abrupt, and loud, but also gentle and kind. His safety was genuine and pure. But having been stuck in the past for so long, Mashiro regretted not being able to fully return his affections. 

She had convinced herself it was time to forget and let go. For the past few weeks, Mashiro was certain she was ready. How could she not be? Even making her way through the street at night, there was an extra skip in her step. 

                                                     But it stopped. 

Hazel eyes widened, her body quickly going stiff and that crippling, torturous despair crawling back to it’s rightful position. The visored found her lungs dry, eyes quickly brimming with tears, and heart heavy, as she stared at that man in disbelief. All she could manage was a quiet 

                                                              “You should leave, Aizen.

Aizen flinched at the tone and darkness of her voice – this. This right here was exactly why he hadn’t tried to face her alone and why this impulsive decision was already unraveling and corkscrewing off so badly. His heart was twisting and clenching at the bitterness and anger in her voice and he could barely breathe for the scorn in her tone.

“As you wish. However I have two pieces of news for you. The blue lights are starting to awaken as their emperor does, and the first replacement is gathering followers to devour others. I hope you and Kurosaki Ichigo have a long and happy life together. Consider the words I say well and hide while the storms that those two gather rage around the city of false purity.” Sousuke managed out. His voice was calm and even toned for most people who would over hear it. But if you knew him well enough, you could hear the brunet’s voice shaking ever so slightly. His hands were clenched and eyes over-bright.

He took in a shuddering breath and murmured in a voice so low and quiet she might not of heard him say the words. But Sousuke desperately needed to say the words on his tongue “I apologize for doing what I did to you. I do not expect you to forgive me in the slightest for what I have done to you. Only know this. I have and always will love you, Mashiro Kuna, and I truly hope that you do find happiness. Be it with Kurosaki or another who is worthy and honorable enough to have your love and to love you fully in return.”

With that he turned on his heel and fled down the alleyway, wanting to get away from her, but far too upset to even attempt something as complex to conjure as a dimensional portal.

strawberryreaper:

kami-of-illusions:

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A sweet smile appeared on the other’s face as he promptly tackled the fair haired teenager “Yes… Need cuddles…” Sousuke proceeded to bury his face in the other’s shirt.

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Ichigo hugged Sousuke tightly and kissed the top of his head. “I’ll give you cuddles anytime you want. You know that. I love to cuddle with you.”

"Yay! I love cuddling with you too bu’ I wasn’t sure if I was ‘posed to ask first or I can cuddle you any time I want to…" The little one responded, continuing to snuggle the other happily.

kami-of-illusions asked: 'I want the K'

tatsukiarisawasempai:

kami-of-illusions:

tatsukiarisawasempai:

7: Romantic Kiss

The brunette stood on her tip toes, a blush gracing her features before she gently kissed the kami.
She wasn’t sure if it was the perfect night with the starry sky and wonderful gardens or the good news of her promotion, which brought them here in the first place. Either way, the brunette suddenly became bold and decided to act on her feelings.
With her bravo gone, she stepped back, as red as a tomato. “S-Sousuke… I-I’d better go,” she said as she turned to flee.

"Confessing to someone, particularly when it is something you have not done before or have done only one or a couple of times before is incredibly difficult. Baring your soul and your emotions to another in such a way invites a great deal of potential pain and ridicule depending on who you are confessing to and how they respond to things. Was it the best response? No. But at least you didn’t flee the scene screaming."

She shrugged.  ”I guess…  But kissing you wasn’t the best way to express my feelings either.”  She shook her head.  ”I’m lucky you’re an understanding guy, Sousuke.  I mean, any other guy would have left already.”  She looked at him and grinned.  ”I’m pretty much an embarrassment, huh?  Remind me why you put up with me again?” she asked teasingly.  ”It’s definitely not for my intelligence or good looks,” she continued with a small chuckle.  ”Maybe I’m entertaining?”

"YOu are clever, entertaining and beautiful, Tatsuki. I’m not quite sure where you suddenly have gotten this low opinion of yourself." Aizen murmured, a small frown appearing on his face at her words. He found her brash nature and deep inner strength refreshing and traits he enjoyed in those he enjoyed choosing to speak with.

Bittersweet Longing - starter for shirosutaa and strawberryreaper

Aizen had been observing Kurosaki for a while now. As the child of a hollow-infected Quincy and a noble, captain-class shinigami his powers and growth would be fascinating to watch. What he hadn’t anticipated was him encountering the Visored. He had figured that they would hide away until the very last moment, but due to the red-head’s hollow side, they seemed to feel honor bound to train him.

Seeing her again, even on camera, was bittersweet. She seemed to be just as bubbly and cheerful as ever… But didn’t she use most of that as a mask to hide her true feelings? His heart had clenched and twisted painfully for weeks as he watched them interact and slowly get closer and closer.

The war with Soul Society was on a sort of hiatus as he quietly prepared more of his arrancar, and waited for the Wandenreich or the Fullbringers or both to strike at their ancient enemy. Still Mashiro and Kurosaki grew closer and soon they were dating.

While it hurt unspeakably to see her with another… Kurosaki was good to her. Good to her in ways that he knew that he himself never could be, and caused her much joy and happiness. But he had to see her – and to give her two small pieces of warning, hinting at the brewing storms from old enemies.

She was out for a walk by herself in the twilight, off to get something at a store on screen, so he opened a garganta, stepping through and emerging on an alley close to where she would soon be coming past. He silently walked up the alley and stepped out just as she started to come across, cutting off her path. “It’s been a long time Mashiro… I’ve noticed that you are dating Kurosaki Ichigo… I am glad that you’ve found someone who has made you happy…”

kami-of-illusions asked: 'I want the K'

tatsukiarisawasempai:

kami-of-illusions:

tatsukiarisawasempai:

7: Romantic Kiss

The brunette stood on her tip toes, a blush gracing her features before she gently kissed the kami.
She wasn’t sure if it was the perfect night with the starry sky and wonderful gardens or the good news of her promotion, which brought them here in the first place. Either way, the brunette suddenly became bold and decided to act on her feelings.
With her bravo gone, she stepped back, as red as a tomato. “S-Sousuke… I-I’d better go,” she said as she turned to flee.

“I see… Being feminine is not a bad thing, Tatsuki. Neither is being masculine or whatever else there is to be. It simply is.” Aizen responded gently, dark brown eyes warm and understanding as he looked at the younger soul. “I understand the fear of being rejected, and rather than being exposed to something that might hurt, to try and push away those feelings, or to bury them down deep inside of yourself until you feel as if it won’t bother or potentially hurt you. I would indeed like to spend more time with you, if that is amenable.”

He brightened a little when as she started to perk up once again, pleased that she was starting to feel more comfortable. His feelings for her were… Mixed. He did enjoy her company and regarded her as a friend… But more? Aizen knew that he tended to avoid romantic entanglements for various reasons but perhaps… Perhaps it was time for a change.

She glanced over at him again, her shoulders finally relaxing.  She scooted over on her bench, gesturing for the man to sit next to her and shook her head.  ”Even so, I’m sorry I worried you over something so little.  Being feminine is fine, but what I was really talking about was being over dramatic.  There was really no reason to run away from you, and I’m sorry.  But, spending time with you would be nice.  It’s always when I have the most fun.”

The man who had once seemed such a threat was now her best friend.  He was always there for her, even when Ichigo and the others went off on one of their adventures.  He seemed to be a constant in her life, something she really loved about him.  However, she was not willing to sacrifice their relationship as friends for her own feelings.  If needed, she’d simply ignore them, not wanting to chase the man away or bother him more than necessary.

"Confessing to someone, particularly when it is something you have not done before or have done only one or a couple of times before is incredibly difficult. Baring your soul and your emotions to another in such a way invites a great deal of potential pain and ridicule depending on who you are confessing to and how they respond to things. Was it the best response? No. But at least you didn’t flee the scene screaming."

Bad Dreams~

niyari-to-hebi:

Gin internally flinched, damn him, why did he always have to know? Always one step ahead of him wasn’t he? Was he really screaming that much from his nightmares lately? Frowning, he pushed open the door all the way and stood aside. He couldn’t just send him away like this, especially with his tone, if he tried to send him away he didn’t want Aizen to think he was weak. “Please,” he said softly, gesturing for him to come him in.

What was the worse he could do? They would talk and he would leave, that’s what he usually did. Unless it was one of those god awful meetings with the Espada and Arrancar. Closing the door behind him, Gin went over to his bed and fixed the ruffled sheets. They were a tangled mess, his nightmare had been pretty bad, he hated himself for feeling weak. “Lord Aizen, please sit.” The snake gestured to his now made up bed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’d rather stand for now, if you don’ mind.” Leaning against the back of the door, he looked at his the brunette and opened his eyes. “I didn’t mean to be rude, Captain, I..” he paused, his voice trailing off as he lifted his gaze and looked at the man before him in the eye.” “I haven’t been able to sleep well lately, I’m sorry,” Gin apologized, hating himself with every word he spoke, but he was sorry. After all, he would of still been stuck in that nightmare if Aizen hadn’t woken him up. 

"There is no need to apologize Gin. I know the damaging effect of nightmares personally. There are a couple of ways to deal with nightmares. One of them is to confront whatever the source of your troubles are, be it a fear of your mind, or something physical, something real, or a problem that you have not dealt with. You will continue to get those nightmares until you face whatever it is, if the nightmares have the same general features, or showcase the same people. Nightmares can, like other dreams, be difficult to understand or decipher, or they can be quite clear. I suspect that you may be having nightmares about… Her, am I correct?” Sousuke asked softly, not saying the lieutenant’s name as he was unsure as to what the other’s response would be.

"If you would like, we can reassign some of the bugs within the soul society to watch over her, which you can view any time you like, and only you.” She was likely the source of the nightmares, as Gin had always been close with her. He was mildly surprised when the silver haired male had denied his gentle proddings as to whether or not he wanted to try and turn her to their side. Then again she had made many friends and was not the type to leave them.

strawberryreaper:

kami-of-illusions:

strawberryreaper:

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"Why not?" *smiles at the pout*

image

"Cause I dun wanna." *pouts harder* *wants a hug but isn’t sure if he can ask for it or not*

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"Do you need some cuddles? You know you don’t have to ask."

A sweet smile appeared on the other’s face as he promptly tackled the fair haired teenager “Yes… Need cuddles…” Sousuke proceeded to bury his face in the other’s shirt.

Bad Dreams~

niyari-to-hebi:

Blinking, he felt another presence of someone near, a presence he both dreaded and knew very well. Of course it was Aizen that woke him, he knew his nightmares lasted much longer than the one Aizen had just woke him from. Taking a deep breath, he sat up and in one movement moved to the door opening it slightly, just enough. He really didn’t want the brunette to see the state he was in, the fever that had started from when he awoke from his nightmare had set in and driving him insane. His flesh was covered in goosebumps, his entire body felt hot.

“Captain, please excus’ me, I wasn’t in control of myself. I apologize,” Gin said softly, lowering his head just a bit. He absolutely hated showing any sign of respect towards this man, but he knew he had to play his part for just a little longer. Hopefully.

“Do you wanna rest up for a bit Captain? I’ve probably slept enough, don’t cha think?” The snake scratched the back of his silvery locks, his grin somewhat smaller than usual. He needed to get away from the man as soon as possible, he didn’t want anyone to see him like this, especially not him. “You look quite tire’ Captain Aizen, you should rest…” Gin murmured his voice drifting a bit as he tilted his head at him. 

And the games begin again. Ah Gin, I will miss you when you are gone. Aizen thought internally as he appeared to consider the other’s words, smiling gently down at the other “I have no need for rest at the moment. I had itchy feet so to speak and set to wandering. I came here when I heard you screaming to attempt to calm you down. Do you want me to come in?”

The brunet did not mess around with someone who just woke from a nightmare. As one who suffered from them occasionally himself, he found it utterly distasteful if someone tried to manipulate another in such a vulnerable state - even though it would be quite easy to do so. “You look exhausted as well.”

strawberryreaper:

kami-of-illusions:

image

"I dun wanna do anything." *pouts*

image

"Why not?" *smiles at the pout*

"Cause I dun wanna." *pouts harder* *wants a hug but isn’t sure if he can ask for it or not*