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sake_shinigami) wrote2019-11-12 11:18 am
sake_shinigami) wrote2019-11-12 11:18 am
MCA #5; Tuesday Afternoon [11/12].
Shunsui was not in the onsen that day. He was there, in his apartment, having had to do very little to clear out an open space in the middle of his living room. His haori was, smartly, draped over a chair, and he sat, in his robes, back straight, legs folded in front of him with his two swords in his lap, eyes closed. Not moving, barely even breathing, his gigai not even a shell, because he was very, very far away.
He'd dreamed of shamisen music Sunday night; once, and it could be assumed it was just a reflection of his longing for it in the relaxation of the onsen. But he'd dreamed of it again on Monday, and twice, he was sure, had been a summons.
Immediately entering Jinzen, Shunsui already had to move, gliding smoothly, quickly to the side to avoid the flash of a long, shimmering blade. And he already knew that one move wasn't enough, and he kept moving, as a second slash was quick to follow, and a third, all of which he dodged effortlessly. So far. She was very obviously not even trying. Just saying hello.
"Missed me, ohana?" he asked.
"Unfortunately," Katen responded, settling down, stilling her blades. A tall woman, a skull and crossbones adoring her purple hair, held in corkscrew pigtails. Fire flashing in her one turquoise eye, the other hidden by a black patch, a foreshadowing. Her body moved smoothly, unhindered by her complicated robes or by her natural physical endowments. She scoffed, gaining a slow, lazy grin. "Ohana, though? So familiar. Rich coming from a master who only comes out to play whenever he feels like it."
"Aww, come on. Don't be so cold...Forgive me....Ohana."
The grin faded, and Katen looked away, frowning, debating.
"Such a tease," she finally said, a mewling note of complaint to her voice before it regained a coldness. "We thought you finally wanted to play, but, no. Of course not. Not you. You didn't want to fight, you only wanted to impress some woman. How tacky."
"You're pretty mean," Shunsui grinned with a faint breath that almost sounded amused, "as usual. She likes swords. I thought you'd be flattered."
"Flattered!" A bark of a laugh, and she shook her head, pigtails dancing. "I might be mean, but I'm still your sword." She drew in a breath, eye flashing back to him, but softening almost as soon as it landed. "I've taken every whim and fancy of yours so far and have sworn to be by your side 'til the end, no? Why would I stop now?"
"The cruelty of a woman's love," Shunsui recited, almost dutifully, "that goes unknown to a man...Let me make it up to you, ohana. Come. Let us dance..."
"I thought you'd never ask."
So Shunsui moved again, and Katen moved with him, blades flashing out once more.
In the real world, a slash of red appeared across Shunsui's cheek. A wound opened on his side, dampening his robes.
"You're rusty!" Katen declared, the triumphant tone in her voice at landing a few blows on her master tinged with sadness, regret, frustration. "Disgraceful! If only you'd spent more time here! Instead of lazing about, drinking, flirting with other women...!"
And she surged forward with a renewed energy, while Shunsui surged back against her, meeting her blow for blow now, no longer just playing around as he was before.
"Jealous, ohana?" he teased, which she met with another surge in energy, and he responded in kind, battling across the field of his mindscape until he had her all but pinned, blades crossed, pressing into her. "I promise, I'll make it up to you."
"Then you'd better make it," she pushed back, throwing him off, their energies building stronger and stronger from the force of the other, and she charged into the next round, "worth my while!"
It had been too long. He was rusty. This was not going to be a quick little jaunt into the spiritual realm. But Shunsui was determined, he was not going to be finished until he heard her shamisen again...
[[ I have so many new shinies since Shunsui's last run and I have been itching to start getting them out! Bits of dialogue lifted from Chapter 649, "The Theatre Suicide Scene 3" of Bleach by Tite Kubo. CW warning for what I can only descrie as the weird sexual tension that can only exist between a man and a combative physical manifestation of himself? Post is open, though mostly later in the day, because he is quite literally dead to this world while in a state of Jinzen. For our lovely squirrel friends, for all intents and purposes, it will just appear that Shunsui is in a deep medative state for several hours...or possibly just sleeping sitting up, because Shunsui. ]]
He'd dreamed of shamisen music Sunday night; once, and it could be assumed it was just a reflection of his longing for it in the relaxation of the onsen. But he'd dreamed of it again on Monday, and twice, he was sure, had been a summons.
Immediately entering Jinzen, Shunsui already had to move, gliding smoothly, quickly to the side to avoid the flash of a long, shimmering blade. And he already knew that one move wasn't enough, and he kept moving, as a second slash was quick to follow, and a third, all of which he dodged effortlessly. So far. She was very obviously not even trying. Just saying hello.
"Missed me, ohana?" he asked.
"Unfortunately," Katen responded, settling down, stilling her blades. A tall woman, a skull and crossbones adoring her purple hair, held in corkscrew pigtails. Fire flashing in her one turquoise eye, the other hidden by a black patch, a foreshadowing. Her body moved smoothly, unhindered by her complicated robes or by her natural physical endowments. She scoffed, gaining a slow, lazy grin. "Ohana, though? So familiar. Rich coming from a master who only comes out to play whenever he feels like it."
"Aww, come on. Don't be so cold...Forgive me....Ohana."
The grin faded, and Katen looked away, frowning, debating.
"Such a tease," she finally said, a mewling note of complaint to her voice before it regained a coldness. "We thought you finally wanted to play, but, no. Of course not. Not you. You didn't want to fight, you only wanted to impress some woman. How tacky."
"You're pretty mean," Shunsui grinned with a faint breath that almost sounded amused, "as usual. She likes swords. I thought you'd be flattered."
"Flattered!" A bark of a laugh, and she shook her head, pigtails dancing. "I might be mean, but I'm still your sword." She drew in a breath, eye flashing back to him, but softening almost as soon as it landed. "I've taken every whim and fancy of yours so far and have sworn to be by your side 'til the end, no? Why would I stop now?"
"The cruelty of a woman's love," Shunsui recited, almost dutifully, "that goes unknown to a man...Let me make it up to you, ohana. Come. Let us dance..."
"I thought you'd never ask."
So Shunsui moved again, and Katen moved with him, blades flashing out once more.
In the real world, a slash of red appeared across Shunsui's cheek. A wound opened on his side, dampening his robes.
"You're rusty!" Katen declared, the triumphant tone in her voice at landing a few blows on her master tinged with sadness, regret, frustration. "Disgraceful! If only you'd spent more time here! Instead of lazing about, drinking, flirting with other women...!"
And she surged forward with a renewed energy, while Shunsui surged back against her, meeting her blow for blow now, no longer just playing around as he was before.
"Jealous, ohana?" he teased, which she met with another surge in energy, and he responded in kind, battling across the field of his mindscape until he had her all but pinned, blades crossed, pressing into her. "I promise, I'll make it up to you."
"Then you'd better make it," she pushed back, throwing him off, their energies building stronger and stronger from the force of the other, and she charged into the next round, "worth my while!"
It had been too long. He was rusty. This was not going to be a quick little jaunt into the spiritual realm. But Shunsui was determined, he was not going to be finished until he heard her shamisen again...
[[ I have so many new shinies since Shunsui's last run and I have been itching to start getting them out! Bits of dialogue lifted from Chapter 649, "The Theatre Suicide Scene 3" of Bleach by Tite Kubo. CW warning for what I can only descrie as the weird sexual tension that can only exist between a man and a combative physical manifestation of himself? Post is open, though mostly later in the day, because he is quite literally dead to this world while in a state of Jinzen. For our lovely squirrel friends, for all intents and purposes, it will just appear that Shunsui is in a deep medative state for several hours...or possibly just sleeping sitting up, because Shunsui. ]]