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notbantamweight) wrote2013-02-21 03:27 pm
notbantamweight) wrote2013-02-21 03:27 pm
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trope meme
For Silver: Nanao + Hitsugaya; Reincarnation
There's a man she sees almost every other day, and something about him just seems so familiar that it hurts; yet she knows for certain that she's never seen him before. She always smiles at him, and he smiles back - even though it's brief, her heart leaps for joy to see it.
He asks her if she wouldn't mind having a cup of coffee with him one day. She says she prefers tea. He says that's fine, and his eyes go soft. She wonders idly if this is a good idea, but goes along with it anyway. People might talk about an old man and a schoolgirl having tea together; somehow, the thought never really bothers her.
It's like they've always known each other, so it's never really awkward. She never even asks his name.
There's a man she sees almost every other day, and something about him just seems so familiar that it hurts; yet she knows for certain that she's never seen him before. She always smiles at him, and he smiles back - even though it's brief, her heart leaps for joy to see it.
He asks her if she wouldn't mind having a cup of coffee with him one day. She says she prefers tea. He says that's fine, and his eyes go soft. She wonders idly if this is a good idea, but goes along with it anyway. People might talk about an old man and a schoolgirl having tea together; somehow, the thought never really bothers her.
It's like they've always known each other, so it's never really awkward. She never even asks his name.
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Idly, Envy admired his silhouette in the mirror - corsetry did wonders for his waist, even if breathing was seriously hard. The shoes were a nice touch - heels four inches high and alarmingly red, they drew attention to hid fabulously shapely legs. A chuckle came from behind him, and he turned around slowly, for maximum effect.
Nanao in a tuxedo is a sight to behold, and he lets out an appreciative whistle, and she blushes, ducking her head. "We're such a scandal, Envy."
"Then let's show the world, yeah?"
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It nearly tore her apart to leave her baby each and every time - but if anyone knew, if anyone found out that Kyouraku had fathered a child (with his Lieutenant, no less) then both her life and that of her darling would be in the gravest of danger. He'd given up life as the head of his family an aeon ago, but with all four Great Families falling on hard times... an heir from the second son might just be the thing to push the clans into open violence.
This may be the right thing to do, but it still hurt like nothing else.
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Staging her suicide was easy; dealing with the aftermath was not. Seeing Kyouraku mourn her was one of the most physically painful things she'd ever done - but it was something that she simply had to do. After all, you can't execute a dead woman for using an illegal spell. Slipping out of Seireitei wasn't difficult - but as she looked back at the huge white walls that had been her entire world for a century, she couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing.
But Carona needed her. And Asuma, and Envy. If she could find a way to find them, then it would be worth it; this was her best (her only) chance. She had to try.
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They'd won.
They'd won!
She jumped at the nearest person, wrapped her arms around their shoulders, and kissed them hard, almost vibrating with excitement. The faint wobble of salt-tinted reiatsu tells her that it's Ukitake she's grabbed.