Post by Hanbei Karatsu on Jan 2, 2016 18:01:02 GMT -5
It was a mild day is the 22nd District of Western Rukongai, but it was very comfortable within the Dancing Dragon café. Navigating between the people and tables of the café, Hanbei made sure to not spill the two drinks he carried back to his company. He set the two cups of dark pink tea down on the table, not worrying about which cup was his, since both were the same.
He hated fruity tisane, one part because he preferred it bitter, the other because it wasn’t even real tea. But it was a special occasion, so he would not complain: Magdela had agreed to sit down and talk with him. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, he was too nervous, constantly overanalyzing what she might bring up or what he should say. He made sure to wear his cleanest yukata, even put a couple decorative beads amongst his dreads. For someone who didn’t care about how he looked, it really showed. But he tried his best, he was getting another chance after all.
“Dragonfruit, if I can remember all those pots of tea I brewed.” His words and demeanor were light, warm even, unlike any other that most shinigami were accustomed of him. It took effort to maintain, but it was damn well worth it, just to be sitting across from her.
“Of course, thank you. What’d you get?”
He was going to fib, tell her Earl Grey or Green, but he caught her gaze, and then he couldn’t lie.
“The same.”
An amused smile from her melted his heart, as it had so many times before. She knew he hated herbal infusions. A grin of his own burst from his own mouth, an automatic response to seeing her smile. He sipped, and continued nursing it as the small talk began; drama within each owns division, recent missions, new recruits, topics that any shinigami could discuss easily. He wanted to talk about their relationship, about ‘us’, but for now he would have to be satisfied with just chatting, this was so much better than not talking at all. Besides, bringing up feelings would most likely lead to this date being cut short, and ending as most of their interactions did: hurt feelings, angry words, and storming off.
Today would be no different, no matter how much Hanbei Karatsu loved her.
As he looked and exchanged words with his beloved, he felt a sort of empathy from his zanpakuto. Sabi Shokan was truly endeared with Magdela, and today the zanpakuto spirit might have been just as excited as him to see her. He couldn’t quite pin down what either of the women were feeling, but whatever Sabi was feeling, it felt right.
Magdela looked beautiful, as always. Her blonde hair pulled up in a tight ponytail, her ever work-oriented mind showing in her looks. She never wore make up, another trait he was enamored with, her skin was not without flaw, but he hardly took notice of that, her face ever easing him. Unlike him, she was in a more casual outfit: grey sweatpants, and maroon T-shirt, she was a lazy dresser outside of her work. It surprised some people her to see like that since it contrasted her work ethic, but he had grown accustomed to the light-hearted woman she was behind closed doors.
Finally, she brought up the topic that would lead to a verbal disaster. Play time was over.
“So, there’s an opening amongst the Clandestine, pretty easy to drop a name there.”
The warmth disappeared from his face, but a hollow grin still graced him.
“Magdela, you know there’s nothing there for me.”
“Carrots, I miss you. How long have you been vying for a seat? I know you can get it, but why not try my division?”
Carrots, the horrendous pet name she had come up with as a play on his family name. He held back a grimace, he preferred to hear it only when she was being coy, or teasing, not trying to sweet talk him.
“Not long enough obviously, and you know I miss you all the more. I could try any other division, but the Second holds absolutely nothing for me. Why don’t you try improving your kido and coming over here?”
They had arrived at the divisional stalemate. Magdela, who had been obsessed with the Second since beginning at the Academy, was staunchly set on remaining there, and had always asked, sometimes demanded, that Hanbei be the one to get up and switch over. Hanbei, although not solely devoted to the Third, had remained there because it allowed him to do what he did best: kaido. He could go to the Fifth, he loved sword play, the Fourth could allow him to make his own prosthetics and new healing devices, and he admired the prestige of the First. But the Second? There was nothing he liked about it.
“You know why I don’t pursue kido.”
Of course he knew, she had a mishap while in the academy, which had scarred her and kept her from taking up learning it again. She wasn’t scared of fighting, but she wasn’t the best at it, so the Fifth wasn’t an option. The Fourth would bore her to death, even he didn’t want that for her, and they both knew neither could get into the First as things stood now, although that might be their best hope. Her excuse still drew his ire regardless.
“Ya, well, fighting Hollows hasn’t exactly left me untouched either, but you don’t see me asking for desk duty now, do you?” He waved his prosthetic arm to further his point.
He had gone too far, now she would be upset. It was crude of him to compare the two. He had taken the loss of his arm incredibly well, and was quick to bounce back to fighting Hollows again, whereas she hadn’t cast kido since her requirements to do so to graduate. Disgust contorted her face as she flipped her tea at him before storming off, like so many times before.
“Go take that arm and fuck yourself with it Carrots.” were the words she left him with.
He banged his hands against the table in frustration, tired of watching her walk away every fucking time.
Y’know, I’m sure Hisui would love to make an arm just do to that. A hiss let him know that his zanpakuto spirit was very displeased with him.
You’re fucking hilarious, Rustbitch. He wasn’t pleased either.
He tried to keep face by avoiding the gazes of the other café patrons while he cleaned the brightly colored tea off his recently cleaned garb, which looked regular again now that it was stained.
The two shinigami might have loved each other a lot, but they were better at making scenes than being a couple.
WC- 1140/1140. GP- 22/22.