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She had cut off some of his words with the touch of her lips to his hand. He seemed almost embarrassed, and confused at her methods. Knowing people? He probably thought she was an idiot. The girl was not though; but she had perhaps, no sense of self-preservation. All the things she did, were for others, so there was no her to tarry. But the problem of becoming separated from the blade was quite.. problematic. The girl observed his face with those eyes, waiting to know if he would take that step towards hers. But she wasn't sure, as her fingers trembled a bit at the thought of leaving her sword. Even though he hadn't said anything yet, the girl was already counting through the possibilities, and trying to decide which fit her in any method. Would he be strong enough to suppress the blade and find her? Who knew what would happen if he didn't. This very thought scared the girl, as she knows she could become fearless, almost too dangerous when it wasn't near her. Mikomi let out a soft breath, and then felt his fingers jerk away from her. That had been a source of support, and she felt a bit empty now that the warmth was gone. It also set in the cold reality of her situation; either she went wild and ate people as a hollow, or she went wild and killed people anyways. It was a very bad situation, as she was stuck between two extremes. Her hand tightened around the sheath of the blade.
He even seemed to capitalize on the issue as well; although she had not asked him to share his story, but rather told him she had been there for him, he seemed to use it as a conditions. He had also mentioned a lack of fear at actually pinning her down, and being aggressive. Mikomi knew that if he did that, and left the blade here, things would fall apart. Her hand was shaking, and her black eyes was slowly filled with tears. Her grip tightened, as she looked down, knowing this truth only to herself; it would not be productive to hand him this issue either. ''If.. if I give you the blade.. will you find me immediately? Nothing is as important as that.'' she said, her voice a bit faded and faint, as if she really didn't want to do this. It was a bad thing, Mikomi knew that. She had not faced that side of herself in a long time, but it seemed she would have to start a fight for it. Her body trembled, as she let out another soft noise, and dug her fingers in. She wanted to do this; no not wanted. She HAD to do this. But yet, it was too much at the same time. The girl's fingers tightened around the blade, as she let out another breath; the panic was starting to rise, evne as she tried to steel herself for it. She didn't want that other self to come out. ''Please.. promise that..'' she whispered, her form suddenly appearing small.
As if the weight of the world was crushing her from her shoulders.
Giriko watched quietly as his words seemed to sink in and vaguely have an effect akin to what he was going for. The girl recoiled, thought, started to consider his words. Maybe he would have actually successfully negotiated with a spirit. That had never happened before, Giriko had always relied on the "Pin them down and repeatedly jab them in the forehead until they passed" approach. Even if it wasn't the most tactful of approaches...or a tactful approach at all...it had always been especially productive and Giriko was happy with that. This was a new sort of contentment though, was he actually going to succeed at something other than repeatedly punching something? That would be a treat. The jovial revelation of that fact was quickly abated by her expression looking more...well...traumatized than anything. Giriko let out a soft sigh at the concept and slightly recoiled away from the girl as she gripped her weapon even tighter. She did have a...strange infatuation with the weapon, it even made a Shinigami's obsession with their Zanpakutō look strange. Why was she...so attached to it? It was just strange.
Giriko felt his negotiation success slipping away and slowly shifted on to the balls of his feet glancing tentatively at her as he tried to factor in just how to go about this. The whole "poke her in the forehead" approach was looking better and better by the second. The girl then spoke, seemingly indicating that his attempts at persuasion were actually having an effect. A soft sigh escaped him at the thought as he reached forward, leading with the hilt of his sword as the soft butt cap firmly struck her on the forehead, a warm glow emanating from it as it connected with her forehead. Giriko moved to make sure he performed the Konso before she could react, but he also wanted to seal the deal when "negotiation" seemed like a viable recourse. Besides, it was a promise he didn't mind making. He was going straight home afterward anyway, might as well deliver her weapon to her.
The girl didn't have much of a time to think; the butt of the katana was pressed against her forehead. She was suprised at this, maybe he was the type of person that did things impulsively anyways? The girl felt her eyes widen a bit, as her lip was to tremble; didn't he know of the legends? Or perhaps he had never heard of them; she realized maybe, that the legends were carried only within her blood. The male however, seemed to promise something to her; smiling gently, she closed her eyes, almost blissfully; she had a promise didn't she? Mikomi's mind would slowly turn to blank, or rather, she wanted it to; but her eyes opened again, to look at the male, that had risen without warning to Konsai her without much of an agreement; but as long as he held his part of the deal, she would be alright. She wanted to look at the face of the one that aided her, of the one that wanted to just help her; why hadn't she just ran when the hollow attacked? Why did she impulsively save him? Mikomi wasn't sure.. but she did know that maybe, it wasn't so bad after all, considering the state of her chain. That second contemplation took to her mind; what if she had become a hollow? That would have not ended well, as she let out a sigh, and then her lips curved into a gentle smile. He just wanted to help her, and save as many people as possible. She could admire that.
''Thank you.'' she said, her voice gentle, as she handed the blade over to him; the beautiful designs of the blade made it often envious of others. With the claw like grip and the gleaming red stone, she gave him the blade; the moment he would touch it, it was warm, almost pulsing. But it held a kindness, a sort of protective feeling; in fact, it felt like the girl before him very much, as she smiled to him. Her feet started to glow blue, slowly disintergrating, as it crawled up her legs. ''Thank you, Atoshi Giriko. My full name is Saihossoku Mikomi.'' she said, the strands of her black hair floating; but the bits, up to her thighs, started to fade with the rest of her body. The proccess was slower then usual; even she knew that, but that was because she had holding her energy to slow it down, in order to finish speaking to the man. The blue light was eating up her hips now; and slower up her body, as she closed her eyes, small tears leaking down her cheeks. ''Please.. find the rest of my family if you can.. I'm sure a wealth of them are pluses.'' she said softly, even as the light reached her breasts, going for her shoulders. She knew she had little time; it was starting on her neck rather rapidly. ''Thank you!'' she said again, as her mouth disapeared; however, at the last second, as it was just under her eyes, they widened in shock. They turned red in that second, and then she was gone, faded; placed into Soul Society.
He wasn't going to forget it. As her spirit finished fading away to soul society, Giriko's fingers curled around the blade that she left behind. A soft sigh escaped him as he realized this nightmare was finally over. He was sure when he got back to soul society he'd have to deal with the metaphorical morning dry sweats that came from the nightmare in the form of paperwork and judgmental peers, but he had at least finished the nightmare. The girl's blade in tow, Giriko gently lifted his fingers, sliding it down a vertical line through the air forcing a Senkaimon open. An exasperated sigh left him as he crossed over through dimensions, on his way home. Continuing to commit the girl's name and appearance to memory.