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Where is everyone? [COMPLETED]
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku, Hitsugaya Toushirou, Ichimaru Gin, and any of the other Bleach-muns or characters who are itching to play, sorry for the lag who might be in the general area.
Content: Rangiku finally wakes up from apparent hibernation.
Setting: Right outside the Morem o Lisboa [M4].
Time: Technically Saturday, just a little past Friday midnight.
Warnings: None.
She wasn't sure whether she ought to be worried that she didn't remember exactly how she got upstairs, how she managed to pass out cold for over a day, but as Rangiku stepped out of the hotel lobby and out into the street the shinigami decided that at least for the moment, she didn't really care.
Her last recollections were set Thursday morning. She knew that much because her last journal entry was set at around that same time, and while the entry itself seemed written in an implied alright state of mind, she barely remembered lifting the pen to write it.
On the other hand, she wished that the images of that Thursday morning could have been jumbled, her thoughts disoriented, so that she could just dismiss them as another of the random and less than appealing dreams that had been plaguing her long since before she arrived in this city. But they weren't, and as clearly as she could see the lamps shining to illuminate the darkened street she could still recall the rain, and Gin, and Aizen, and what almost turned out to be a battle inside the hotel.
Glancing back briefly, she wondered where Urahara-san was. The reception desk was currently manned by some other person employed by the hotel. Come to think of it, she mused, I wonder where everyone else is as well.
Was Zaraki back? She wasn't sure. Rukia-san? The same. Kurosaki? Well, the answers were all defaulting back to the same one.
With a sigh, she settled down on the steps, glad to be shielded from the pitter-patter of rainfall intermingled with bits of snow that melted quickly when they fell into the palm of her hand. Hugging herself from the cold -- a sensation that she was going to have to get used to, she supposed -- she resigned herself to waiting. And silence.
Content: Rangiku finally wakes up from apparent hibernation.
Setting: Right outside the Morem o Lisboa [M4].
Time: Technically Saturday, just a little past Friday midnight.
Warnings: None.
She wasn't sure whether she ought to be worried that she didn't remember exactly how she got upstairs, how she managed to pass out cold for over a day, but as Rangiku stepped out of the hotel lobby and out into the street the shinigami decided that at least for the moment, she didn't really care.
Her last recollections were set Thursday morning. She knew that much because her last journal entry was set at around that same time, and while the entry itself seemed written in an implied alright state of mind, she barely remembered lifting the pen to write it.
On the other hand, she wished that the images of that Thursday morning could have been jumbled, her thoughts disoriented, so that she could just dismiss them as another of the random and less than appealing dreams that had been plaguing her long since before she arrived in this city. But they weren't, and as clearly as she could see the lamps shining to illuminate the darkened street she could still recall the rain, and Gin, and Aizen, and what almost turned out to be a battle inside the hotel.
Glancing back briefly, she wondered where Urahara-san was. The reception desk was currently manned by some other person employed by the hotel. Come to think of it, she mused, I wonder where everyone else is as well.
Was Zaraki back? She wasn't sure. Rukia-san? The same. Kurosaki? Well, the answers were all defaulting back to the same one.
With a sigh, she settled down on the steps, glad to be shielded from the pitter-patter of rainfall intermingled with bits of snow that melted quickly when they fell into the palm of her hand. Hugging herself from the cold -- a sensation that she was going to have to get used to, she supposed -- she resigned herself to waiting. And silence.
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First, there was the problem of Ran. She was angry at him, and most obviously ignoring him completely. Understandable. Gin was now determined to make it up to her somehow, some way.
That led to the second problem of Aizen himself. Of course, the man knew about Gin's misgivings at the moment, and had approached him with the questions earlier. The skinny man had been reluctant to give way to anything, and had cut the conversation short. They both had gone their ways, and Aizen hadn't bothered with the grinning shinigami for the rest of the day.
Better for him, really, then he could move more freely. Well, as freely as he could in a place he didn't know. So now, he was taking a "u-turn" back towards the museum, taking the roundabout route just so he could chance upon walking by the Morem o Lisboa. Just to check.
Honest.
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Afterall, curiosity over technology wasn't a trait for the 12th Division alone. She smirked, but that curve on the edge of her lips faded a little as she recalled an entry dated not too long ago.
Kuso. She muttered inwardly as she ran her fingers through her hair. Bad enough that he'd left her something to think about two days before. Did he have to stalk her over the network as well?
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The more and more he tinkered with the odd journal, the more he found it could do. One was an instant conversation. And of course the very first of these conversations was held with the one person a shinigami would least expect to meet: Urahara.
The man was a legend of the Soul Soceity, right? But why was he so weird. No. Weird wasn’t the right word. It was more like idiotic. Hitsugaya had a strong feeling that even he possessed more maturity than the ex-captain. Of course Hitsugaya felt that way about almost everyone.
Urahara did prove to be useful though. He directed Hitsugaya to this one hotel called ‘Morem o Lisboa’. Apparently there were many shinigami staying there and it was both Hitsugaya’s duty (that and he didn’t feel it would be safe to hang around this city by one’s self) to reunite with the missing captains.
It took until very early Saturday morning to complete the journey across the city. Despite the long hours, the tiny shinigami was not tired in the least bit. The hotel slowly but surely came into view. Hitsugaya sighed in relief. Finally, he could stop.
To his surprise, a lone figure stood outside of the hotel. It was a figure he knew quite well. As he approached, Hitsugaya inquired, “Matsumoto?”
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Well. More than better.
"Taicho!" The smile that broke out of the Vice-Captain's might have been something her fellow vice-captains might have teased her once before as something resembling that of a puppy that was finally being welcomed home. The blonde shinigami left her space just infront of the lobby's entrace to take her place at her little Captain's side.
But not without plucking the said captain off of his feet, thus crushing him in what an onlooker might describe as an overenthusiastic hug.
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He endured the death grip of the woman for a few moments longer before his muffled voice finally announced, “Anytime now, Matsumoto.”
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Eyes opening just a crack, Gin let out a silent but frustrated sigh. Hm. Looks like this would have to wait for another day. Yet, he could still stick around to see what the other captain had been up to. It would be an informational notch that he had up on Aizen. Right now, anything he could hold against the man was good enough.
Not to mention that Ichimaru was exceedingly nosy.
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"Just this morning," Hitsugaya answered briefly. "On the other side of the city. I spoke with someone who led me here."
But then he stopped. A presence... the pressure of reitsu... lie just behind the reunited leaders of the 10th Squad. Why hadn't he noticed it before? As a taicho of the Gotei 13, it was inexcusable to let things like that slip by. And he could recognize that reitsu anywhere.
Hitsugaya abruptly turned and drew the zanpaktou that resided on his back. It was held firmly in front of him and pointed straight at the spot where the reitu's owner lay hidden.
"Come out, Ichimaru!" the shinigami yelled angrily. "Only a coward would sneak around and only a fool wouldn't conceal his reitsu!"
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Door number three it was then.
Ichimaru stepped out from behind the corner of the building, holding his skinny arms out. One hand grabbed Shinsou's hilt, and the Shinigami felt the little wakazashi hum in anticipation. Too bad it wasn't going to get the fight it wanted. With a clatter, he dropped the small blade on the ground. There, unarmed.
"Maa. Y'got me, Hitsugaya-taicho."
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While Gin had gotten under her skin, while she didn't appreciate that he had -- he was still, at the end of the day her best friend. And while the do'aho was as big a jerk as they came -- and a manipulative one at that (need she remind herself a traitor to the entire of Soul Society), she did harbor some form of hope that she'd find a way to knock some sense into him or at least drag out his reasons.
Given, that is, that there were reasons to begin with.
She didn't expect it to be this soon though. By hell, she'd only woken up short of an hour ago. She didn't need this just yet.
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"Ichimaru Gin, you don't even deserve the title of 'taicho' anymore. What are you doing here? What do you plan on achieving?"
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"All I was doin' was droppin' this off..." A skinny hand reached into the folds of his hakama, producing a small wrapped box. Yes, a present. Yes, Gin still cared about other people enough to spend money on them. That was a surprise in itself. He shook the box a little bit, gesturing that it was pretty much harmless. Unless of course, he launched into Hitsugaya's eye. But it was doubtful that Ichimaru would do so.
Very very doubtful.
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He watched carefully as Gin pulled a small box from the confines of his clothes. Small hands tightened around the zanpaktou’s hilt as green eyes examined the box as the man shook it around. A small package… something inside even smaller… It was a rather nice box, obviously it contained something of high quality. And he wanted to drop it off? For who?
The answer to the question was obvious. The taicho of the 10th Division was not ignorant to his fukutaicho’s relationship with Ichimaru. He wasn’t as informed as he would have liked to be, only due to Matsumoto’s unwillingness to go deep into the subject with Hitsugaya.
The snow-haired boy still did not lower his weapon or even take his eyes off of Gin.
“Matsumoto, he’s here for you.”
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But she withdrew from any hopeful emotions. What in the world was Gin up to this time?
"Leave it on the ground, Ichimaru." She said, wary to the thought of leaving her taicho's side. "By your leave, Hitsugaya-taicho." She murmured. Her fingers flitted over Haineko's hilt.
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His momentary amusement faded with not only that thought, but also at Ran's reaction. She, of course, could not act openly about how she really felt, and it was sort of depressing. It was also rather saddening that she had her hand ready at the hilt of Haineko. Gin, however, showed nothing on his face, eyes and mouth still curled in his neverending smile. One impossibly thin hand held the small present and he walked forward a few steps, walking right over Shinsou on the way before placing the little wrapped box on the ground. The ex-captain then made a small nod towards Hitsugaya, indicating that he was bowing out.
"Saaaa~ 'Twas nice seein' ya Hitsugaya-taicho, an' o'course, Matsumoto fukutaicho. I'll see ya 'round."
((OOC: I guess we can wrap up? :"D))
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On that matter, should he forgive him. He betrayed all of Soul Society, that was an obvious one. He had to be watched at all times no. There was no letting him slither away again.
But what had Ichimaru really done to him personally? He threatened Hinamori and almost killed her (if it wasn't for Rangiku). But of course he wasn't as bad as Aizen had been. He was not the one that nearly killed her and then Hitsugaya as well.
But he was in league with him. He was still a betrayer.
A child groaned and closed his eyes in thought. He didn't fully trust Ichimaru but he certainly wasn't as bad as some (though Hitsugaya never really liked the man to begin with anyway). And there was Matsumoto to consider. Well, she was too part of the Gotei 13 and Soul Society, the place that Hitsugaya was at least loyal to.
Ichimaru needed to be under watch and Hitsugaya could not have a fukutaicho who obviously had a lot on her mind. That would be horrible for work.
Hyourinmaru found its way in its sheath once again, though Hitsugaya's hand never left it's hilt. "Ichimaru, you will no longer have the freedom you once did. From her on out you will be placed under constant surveillance."
The shinigami turned then to the woman beside him. "Feel free to take the box, Matsumoto, but your new assignment is watching over this man. Never let him out of your sight for one second." He looked around the buildings surrounding them for a moment.
"I'm going to look around this city some more tomorrow and get a good idea of where we are and what's going on. I'll meet you here when I am finished.
"And remember, always keep him in your sight." Hitsugaya repeated. He looked at the two breifly before turning and making his way down a quiet street.
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Watch him. Follow him. Those were her orders now.
She moved forward and plucked the box off of the pavement with not so much as a break in the rhythm of her gait. Tucking it into her robes she kept her eyes trained on Ichimaru and crumpled up her unease for later consideration.
She would check the contents later. If it was anything like the swatch of cloth hidden in her belt, then he would have questions to answer.