[Compile & Complete] Hisagi, Mayuri
Of all the things Kurotsuchi might have told him, that was NOT one of the things Hisagi had been expecting. In truth he'd forgotten about the picture, or at least shoved it into the back of his mind. Something more important about that evening had demanded most of his conscious attention, but he knew exactly what Mayuri was talking about. He couldn't forget the flash as Renji had snapped the picture.
WHY was he friends with that guy again?
Right, there were a couple of ways he could play this, and he needed to make a decision fast, because the longer he was quiet the more suspicious things would look to the 12th division captain. He could play dumb and say he had no idea what Mayuri was talking about. Of course, if he'd SEEN the picture then Mayuri would know Hisagi was lying, which would make him look worse. He could come clean and confess and try and explain the situation, but he had the sneaking suspicion that Mayuri would not see the difference between "innocent bystander" and "instigator" and Hisagi really didn't want to get friendly with a scalpel. He could turn and run, but that would look guilty and leave his back open for a zanpakutou to become familiar with his spine.
No-win situation. Hisagi found himself in those often these days.
It was a hasty decision, and one he'd probably regret later, but he decided that an honest approach (or, at least, mostly honest) would be best.
"I didn't expose anything on Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou, but I was there." Tenojika, from somewhere in the back of his mind, said that now the remaining shinigami would have to find a new captain AND vice captain for the ninth division.
"Ooh?" Mayuri raised a bored eyebrow. Semantics were so dull, but they really didn't make a difference in this situation. Guilt was up to him to determine as the small silence before he had gotten the insufficient answer was more than enough to condemn Hisagi of sharing at least some of the guilt in the situation in question.
"If I recall correctly, your hands were on her skirt," Mayuri continued, keeping his voice dry and dangerous. He stepped closer to the vice captain, leather shoes making little noise as he eliminated any distance that would be advantageous for the other in escaping. He had missed this, this game of cat trapping the mouse and slowly ripping it apart, "That speaks quite thoroughly against your declarations."
His brain screeched to a halt. Except for one part that managed to repeat "oh shit" over and over again. And managing to throw in a few "fuck"s in there as well. He'd thought it had been bad before, but apparently there was bad, and there was end of the world, apocalyptic level horrible.
Hisagi now wished he hadn't come in here. That he'd managed to find Unohana's body, or someone else. Hell, at this point he badly wished ANYONE were there with him. Even Renji would be welcome, though Hisagi noted in the back of his mind that Abarai would probably manage to, SOMEHOW, make this even worse. Probably by mentioning that Hisagi had kissed Mayuri's daughter, an offense that he felt certain carried a death sentence.
Oh, he was a dumb, dumb man. A dead dumb man.
"I wasn't lifting her skirt, I was trying to tug it down." He could feel the blood drain out of his face, and was thankful: at least the memory wouldn't make him blush, a thought that almost made him sick to his stomach. "I...didn't figure that she should be standing in the street with her skirt up..." The second he said that he wished he could take it back, feeling even more sick at the kind of punishment Nemu was going to get for this, and here he was, making it even worse.
The earth could open up and eat him any time now. Hell, he would have happily let Adaro finish her earlier work on him at this moment, if it meant that Mayuri would stop glaring at him like the cat that had it's prey cornered.
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WHY was he friends with that guy again?
Right, there were a couple of ways he could play this, and he needed to make a decision fast, because the longer he was quiet the more suspicious things would look to the 12th division captain. He could play dumb and say he had no idea what Mayuri was talking about. Of course, if he'd SEEN the picture then Mayuri would know Hisagi was lying, which would make him look worse. He could come clean and confess and try and explain the situation, but he had the sneaking suspicion that Mayuri would not see the difference between "innocent bystander" and "instigator" and Hisagi really didn't want to get friendly with a scalpel. He could turn and run, but that would look guilty and leave his back open for a zanpakutou to become familiar with his spine.
No-win situation. Hisagi found himself in those often these days.
It was a hasty decision, and one he'd probably regret later, but he decided that an honest approach (or, at least, mostly honest) would be best.
"I didn't expose anything on Kurotsuchi-fukutaichou, but I was there." Tenojika, from somewhere in the back of his mind, said that now the remaining shinigami would have to find a new captain AND vice captain for the ninth division.
"Ooh?" Mayuri raised a bored eyebrow. Semantics were so dull, but they really didn't make a difference in this situation. Guilt was up to him to determine as the small silence before he had gotten the insufficient answer was more than enough to condemn Hisagi of sharing at least some of the guilt in the situation in question.
"If I recall correctly, your hands were on her skirt," Mayuri continued, keeping his voice dry and dangerous. He stepped closer to the vice captain, leather shoes making little noise as he eliminated any distance that would be advantageous for the other in escaping. He had missed this, this game of cat trapping the mouse and slowly ripping it apart, "That speaks quite thoroughly against your declarations."
His brain screeched to a halt. Except for one part that managed to repeat "oh shit" over and over again. And managing to throw in a few "fuck"s in there as well. He'd thought it had been bad before, but apparently there was bad, and there was end of the world, apocalyptic level horrible.
Hisagi now wished he hadn't come in here. That he'd managed to find Unohana's body, or someone else. Hell, at this point he badly wished ANYONE were there with him. Even Renji would be welcome, though Hisagi noted in the back of his mind that Abarai would probably manage to, SOMEHOW, make this even worse. Probably by mentioning that Hisagi had kissed Mayuri's daughter, an offense that he felt certain carried a death sentence.
Oh, he was a dumb, dumb man. A dead dumb man.
"I wasn't lifting her skirt, I was trying to tug it down." He could feel the blood drain out of his face, and was thankful: at least the memory wouldn't make him blush, a thought that almost made him sick to his stomach. "I...didn't figure that she should be standing in the street with her skirt up..." The second he said that he wished he could take it back, feeling even more sick at the kind of punishment Nemu was going to get for this, and here he was, making it even worse.
The earth could open up and eat him any time now. Hell, he would have happily let Adaro finish her earlier work on him at this moment, if it meant that Mayuri would stop glaring at him like the cat that had it's prey cornered.
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