sake_shinigami: (katen dramatic)
Shunsui generally wasn't in the habit of caring about the opinions of other men (or even most women, for that matter), but something that did hold him under heavy sway, no matter how he tried to ignore it, was his zanpakutō. Katen Kyōkotsu, after all, was a pure extension of his Soul, even more a part of him that that gigai he went parading around in while in the mortal realm. And so while he was quite convinced that Jon's words on Sunday had very little consequence to him personally, he absolutely could not ignore the fact that his swords seemed to have latched onto them quite firmly and had no intention of letting him forget about it.

Which was...terribly distracting, and was clearly setting him off his game, and so, if he wanted to continue enjoying this little excursion, he would have to go and take care of it. He'd waited until well into the morning, when he was certain most people, especially his suitemates, would be out and about on their various adventures, so he could work relatively undisturbed. Not that it would matter, once he was under, and it didn't take long, either, not when they were practically pulling him in and the setting was incredibly condusive to inspiring the deep meditaiton that jinzen required.

Cut for Mild Violence and Shunsui's Very, VERY Weird Relationship with his Sword. )

[[ NFB, NFI, for being literally in an entirely different plane of existence ]]
sake_shinigami: ((katen) - daemon form)
To say that Shunsui was a bit disturbed that morning when he woke up to find his swords missing was an understatement. It was like suddenly discovering your own limbs had been removed in your sleep. He felt a sudden, distressed, almost desperate thrum in his chest, instantly tense and alert, until an immediate sense of relief and comfort washed over him as two death's head hawkmoths, one much larger than the other, into his field of vision, making its presence known.

The large one then spoke, in a very familiar voice, deep and sultry and drawling.

"I can't say I prefer this form, Sakuranosuke," Katen murmured, fluttering about his face for a moment before finally landing on a finger that he lifted up, grinning at her, "but it is an interesting change of pace."

Kyōkotsu, it would seem, remained quiet, hovering close, but behind Katen, not surprising Shunsui at all and pulling an endeared smile out of him.

"Mmmm." Shunsui gave a thoughtful hum, tilting his head curiously at this new manifestation of his Zanpakutō. "It certainly does make one wonder now, doesn't it, what this island is up to now, neh ♥?"

"And whether or not," Katen's wings shuddered lightly against his finger, "I'd prefer it just left us out of it."

"Probably," Shunsui chuckled, "but let's enjoy it while we can...ohana ♥."

Hardly the form either of them would have preferred if they were going to be out and about for a day, but he was mostly just thinking it was good to hear her voice, even if it was coming from a small, dramatic little moth.

[[ this sort of thing is easy when you've canonically already GOT manifestations of your soul! Open post is definitely open! ]]
sake_shinigami: (katen)
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.

And deep within the inner world of Shunsui's mind, where his true soul waited... )

In the real world, a slash of red appeared across Shunsui's cheek. A wound opened on his side, dampening his robes.

...a battle raged on.... )

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. ]]

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