Don't Mix With Ammonia [Hitoshi/Kanae]

Sun Aug 13, 2023 9:01 pm

THE BUTCHER'S SON

Morning dew brushed in a faint breeze against the Gotei's training grounds. Several of the lower members of the fourth were lounging around, engaging in the odd brawl or actually practical sparring. In Hitoshi's eye, he saw a yard of saps. Probably half drunk, half high. All retard.

His gaze slipped across the grounds, his self gliding through. Early sun making no leeway into his parasol's shade, Hitoshi looked nothing less than bored, and nothing more than scornful. Sanzukiko nudged at the back of his mind with calm platitudes that ultimately meant nothing, even if the man understood her notion of caution. Yet so far, the captain had proven profitable.

Whatever that fully meant, he didn't know. Or, particularly, care.

"Captain." the Kurata hailed as he approached Kanae, a raised hand dipping slightly into the sun. "How was the human world?"

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Tue Aug 15, 2023 2:29 am

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CAPTAIN NAGOSHI KANAE

Since recovering from her do-or-die battle with that atrocious fiend Asher, Kanae had felt more unhinged than ever. Every thought in her head, even as she remained hidden behind a veneer of civility, was of brutality and slaughter. Images of cleaving the Hollow general's head from his shoulders, melting his flesh, and slowly and precisely removing and pulverizing his organs in front of him were at the forefront of her mind at all times. More deranged was how these images morphed into similar ones of everyone she passed in the halls of her Division's barracks.

Still, Kanae stood, a silent observer of her squad's morning training regimen. Their pathetic flailing set her eyes ablaze with malicious hatred for every single one of them. It was becoming more and more difficult to remain the tough-but-supportive Captain. Kanae's true self, the lurking predator just below the surface of her false persona, was coming closer and closer to piercing the vale. The malevolent Zanpakuto spirit constantly whispering horrors in her ear was doing her no favors.

Kanae sensed Hitoshi's arrival the moment he stepped foot on the training grounds. Her violet gaze remained trained upon her subordinates as he approached, just as it had in their first meeting months ago in this very spot. His question nearly elicited a response of violence, but she remained in place and answered him with a viciousness in her voice "Hitoshi Kurata. Beneficiary of the Gotei's war efforts, of my efforts, against the infestation of Hollow trash in the Living World. Why are you in my training grounds?"

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Wed Aug 23, 2023 1:40 am

THE BUTCHER'S SON

Why, training, of course. My patience. Hitoshi's face betrayed no provocation, a shift in his stance as the arm lowered back to rest across his chest. Relaxed, if one could mistake maintenance for ease.

"You speak of war. We speak of business. Yet the words seem much the same, to where we think it possible to communicate." His hand gestured, sweeping broadly across the grounds. "Or, you could reduce this to nothing. Rotting away with whatever punishment comes down from on high."

Hitoshi would begin to slowly glide forward, the stillness of his shadow ignorant of the sun above. "We believe there is much to be communicated. Much to be desired."

The Kurata's words were firm, unfaltering against Kanae's antagonism. As many that came before, he spoke as much with as without, no threats, no idle thoughts. A neutral party meaning no harm.

Of course, that didn't make it truthful.

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Sun Sep 10, 2023 1:49 pm

CAPTAIN NAGOSHI KANAE

Though she hadn't purposely meant to be so snappy, Kanae also didn't feel regret over her words. Such trivial emotions like guilt were for the weak, meek little rabbits and rats running about waiting to be hunted. Hitoshi didn't seem to be harboring those kinds of feelings though. Still ratlike, sure, but in a conniving way that could be of use to even a predator.

Though her rage had only grown since that mess in the Living World, Kanae restrained herself from acting out. The thin veneer of sanity under which she normally remained hidden had cracked in the days following her battle with Asher; whether it was due to finally releasing Tosatsusha's true power again after a millennium, or because she could only fight the creature to a standstill, the cause mattered far less than the result.

"I grow weary of your flowery speech, Hitoshi Kurata. I understand you nobles can be a bit fruity, but speak plain. What do you wish to be communicated? What do you desire?"

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Fri Sep 15, 2023 3:37 pm

THE BUTCHER'S SON

He considered frowning, or giving some other external validation of his anger at her impudence. Her lack of grace, respectability. Such frustration is not befitting. If only she was more receptive.

Not your average dog to cur. He'd acknowledge, for once, his zanpakuto was correct. In his mind's eye, he could see that she responded with a smile.

"My desire, Captain Nagoshi, is that we can work together without such hostility. Although we understand if you are to misplace the frustration my sister may be causing you, it has become far less manageable for the Kurata over the last month. Imagination lends one to believe it not much easier for anyone else." Another step forward sounded the end of his speech, shadow looming behind him.

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