[Compile] Rukia, Renji
"Ya know, that's totally cruel on an afternoon as sweltering as this.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged. Clad in a tank top, his arms flexed inherently at the motion. Kicking a rock along the pavement, the redhead stifled a yawn. "Taichou had me running some last minute reports which took me three times to get them right. They're not the easiest report to run either. They take a day and a half to compile. It sucks! So many damn details. So yeah that's why I couldn't be here with ya last week. Your brother is a real anal retentive prick sometimes." Shaking his head he looked down at his long time friend and refused to be jealous of the shaved ice, though her tongue did look cute in its redness. "See Ichigo yet?"
Rukia couldn’t help but groan internally as Renji appeared in front of her. A shirt cut like that? Is he trying to turn heads? His fast and certainly… unique entrance also wouldn’t stop people from staring, but still, she was glad to see him.
Even if she didn’t say so. When one was friends with someone for as long as Rukia and Renji were, words sometimes weren’t needed to express gleeful salutations.
“If you’re so jealous, why don’t you buy your own? I’m sure you’ve got the money.”
At his spiel about nii-sama, Rukia couldn’t help but give a small smile (though she did not doubt for a second that he would pick the motion up). She always felt torn during Renji’s rants; she, of course, knew her brother was a complete and utter “prick” (even if she would never say it), but her familial ties to him made her wary of responding with something equally as slanderous. Instead, she said, “So I’ve heard. But be grateful; there are three divisions without captains now. Any guidance is better than none.”
Rukia popped the spoon that came with her shaved ice into her mouth, contemplating whether she should offer to share with Renji but deciding instead to let him sweat for awhile. If he couldn’t take the heat, who could?
“Ichigo?” She shook her head. “Not since he left Soul Society, no. I plan on… greeting him once his new term starts.” While talking, Rukia turned a corner, swiveling her head around so she could continue her conversation before Renji walked forward enough to walk in step with her. “I did, however… well, I had an interesting encounter last Sunday…”
Money? Of course he had money! What was Rukia implying that he was so poor and spent his money so frivolously that he had none to spare for the trip!? That was dumb. Of course he had money. It was right here in his wallet.
Renji reached into his back pocket to procure said wallet to prove that he, Abarai Renji, could afford hundreds of those iced thingies. His hand came up empty though. Wallet. Where the... on the bed. In the six division headquarters.
Shit.
Renji groaned, shoulder slumping with defeat. Damnit all. Now he'd have to get a JOB. That SUCKED! However he wasn't going to tell Rukia that, but knowing her, she knew exactly what had just happened.
He wasn't going to say anything though. Instead he was going to divert! Yes that was a good plan. "An encounter? What kind? I've noticed a few things here myself. Were there always a lot of really evil people here? This town seems kinda quiet, but I did a couple konsos last night and four of the six opened up Hell Gates. That's not normal."
Rukia, after finishing another mouthful of shaved ice, had reached into her cup with her spoon for another, but said spoon paused en route to her mouth at Renji’s silence. Rukia, still hunched over her snack, slid her gaze over toward Renji, whose expression she, after years of knowing him, had come to recognize as one that clearly said, “Shit.”
“Forgot your money, eh?” she said, smirking as ostentatiously as she could manage around her spoon. “I suppose it’s only to be expected of you, Mr. Funny Eyebrows Man.”
Rukia smiled into her shaved ice for a few moments longer, relishing the jealousy she knew that Renji must have been feeling. She couldn’t count the number of times in Inuzuri that he had eaten something he’d stolen right in front of her while her stomach rumbled impatiently. It was time for some long overdue payback.
But she couldn’t get too caught up in her personal victory. Four konsos that opened up Hell Gates? How could that even be? Here she’d thought the Hollow count had been low; obviously there was a lot more going on than she’d been aware of.
Rukia made a mental note to get her pager looked at by Urahara, and she took the spoon out of her mouth, her face now serious.
“It wasn’t an encounter with a Hollow. In fact… last Sunday I ran into a human boy. With a…”
She looked up at Renji, her shaved ice all but forgotten.
“…Killer Shinigami accompanying him.”
Regarding his wallet, Renji tossed the pipsqueak a look that said 'shut up or I'll pick you up and chuck you into the nearest tree.' His eyes went to the cup of shaved ice and then to the spoon. That was a really evil little spoon there dangling from Rukia's lip like that. Renji almost groaned when it was pulled away in order for her lips to resume normal speech patterns.
Rukia's words took a moment so sink in. The way Rukia spoke about this boy and a killer shinigami implied an ownership of some sort. A shinigami belonging to a human? The idea was preposterous. No shinigami in their right mind would willingly attach themselves to a human and follow them around like some puppy, constantly nipping at their heels.
Oh. Right. Wait. Rukia fit that description perfectly. Well it did a few months ago. It didn't know. Hold on. Back to the all important question.
"What the fuck is a killer shinigami? I thought we were shinigami and I don't remember being no killer."
While Renji’s eyes clearly threatened bodily harm, Rukia knew he wouldn’t do anything to her that involved more pain than a punch on the shoulder. Besides, if he was so hungry, hot, or just plain single-minded, it was his fault that he forgot his money.
Which gave her full permission to continue to taunt him.
Naturally.
“What’s the matter? Can’t deal with Little Miss Kuchiki eating human delicacies? Are we that jealous?”
Renji’s response to her confession about Light made her eyebrows rise a little. “Don’t you remember learning about Killer Shinigami in academy? You were in the advanced class; you must have learned about them!”
Rukia shook her head slightly, but knew that the gravity of the situation was enough that she couldn’t poke around any longer. She turned her gaze steely and went on.
“A Killer Shinigami doesn’t purify human souls like we in Soul Society do. Killer Shinigami kill humans while they’re still alive, and they use the remaining years of the humans’ lifespans to extend their own lifetimes. I didn’t even know that they still existed; it was obvious that the creature I saw last week wasn’t one of us, but to think that they’re still around… don’t you see what that means?”
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He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged. Clad in a tank top, his arms flexed inherently at the motion. Kicking a rock along the pavement, the redhead stifled a yawn. "Taichou had me running some last minute reports which took me three times to get them right. They're not the easiest report to run either. They take a day and a half to compile. It sucks! So many damn details. So yeah that's why I couldn't be here with ya last week. Your brother is a real anal retentive prick sometimes." Shaking his head he looked down at his long time friend and refused to be jealous of the shaved ice, though her tongue did look cute in its redness. "See Ichigo yet?"
Rukia couldn’t help but groan internally as Renji appeared in front of her. A shirt cut like that? Is he trying to turn heads? His fast and certainly… unique entrance also wouldn’t stop people from staring, but still, she was glad to see him.
Even if she didn’t say so. When one was friends with someone for as long as Rukia and Renji were, words sometimes weren’t needed to express gleeful salutations.
“If you’re so jealous, why don’t you buy your own? I’m sure you’ve got the money.”
At his spiel about nii-sama, Rukia couldn’t help but give a small smile (though she did not doubt for a second that he would pick the motion up). She always felt torn during Renji’s rants; she, of course, knew her brother was a complete and utter “prick” (even if she would never say it), but her familial ties to him made her wary of responding with something equally as slanderous. Instead, she said, “So I’ve heard. But be grateful; there are three divisions without captains now. Any guidance is better than none.”
Rukia popped the spoon that came with her shaved ice into her mouth, contemplating whether she should offer to share with Renji but deciding instead to let him sweat for awhile. If he couldn’t take the heat, who could?
“Ichigo?” She shook her head. “Not since he left Soul Society, no. I plan on… greeting him once his new term starts.” While talking, Rukia turned a corner, swiveling her head around so she could continue her conversation before Renji walked forward enough to walk in step with her. “I did, however… well, I had an interesting encounter last Sunday…”
Money? Of course he had money! What was Rukia implying that he was so poor and spent his money so frivolously that he had none to spare for the trip!? That was dumb. Of course he had money. It was right here in his wallet.
Renji reached into his back pocket to procure said wallet to prove that he, Abarai Renji, could afford hundreds of those iced thingies. His hand came up empty though. Wallet. Where the... on the bed. In the six division headquarters.
Shit.
Renji groaned, shoulder slumping with defeat. Damnit all. Now he'd have to get a JOB. That SUCKED! However he wasn't going to tell Rukia that, but knowing her, she knew exactly what had just happened.
He wasn't going to say anything though. Instead he was going to divert! Yes that was a good plan. "An encounter? What kind? I've noticed a few things here myself. Were there always a lot of really evil people here? This town seems kinda quiet, but I did a couple konsos last night and four of the six opened up Hell Gates. That's not normal."
Rukia, after finishing another mouthful of shaved ice, had reached into her cup with her spoon for another, but said spoon paused en route to her mouth at Renji’s silence. Rukia, still hunched over her snack, slid her gaze over toward Renji, whose expression she, after years of knowing him, had come to recognize as one that clearly said, “Shit.”
“Forgot your money, eh?” she said, smirking as ostentatiously as she could manage around her spoon. “I suppose it’s only to be expected of you, Mr. Funny Eyebrows Man.”
Rukia smiled into her shaved ice for a few moments longer, relishing the jealousy she knew that Renji must have been feeling. She couldn’t count the number of times in Inuzuri that he had eaten something he’d stolen right in front of her while her stomach rumbled impatiently. It was time for some long overdue payback.
But she couldn’t get too caught up in her personal victory. Four konsos that opened up Hell Gates? How could that even be? Here she’d thought the Hollow count had been low; obviously there was a lot more going on than she’d been aware of.
Rukia made a mental note to get her pager looked at by Urahara, and she took the spoon out of her mouth, her face now serious.
“It wasn’t an encounter with a Hollow. In fact… last Sunday I ran into a human boy. With a…”
She looked up at Renji, her shaved ice all but forgotten.
“…Killer Shinigami accompanying him.”
Regarding his wallet, Renji tossed the pipsqueak a look that said 'shut up or I'll pick you up and chuck you into the nearest tree.' His eyes went to the cup of shaved ice and then to the spoon. That was a really evil little spoon there dangling from Rukia's lip like that. Renji almost groaned when it was pulled away in order for her lips to resume normal speech patterns.
Rukia's words took a moment so sink in. The way Rukia spoke about this boy and a killer shinigami implied an ownership of some sort. A shinigami belonging to a human? The idea was preposterous. No shinigami in their right mind would willingly attach themselves to a human and follow them around like some puppy, constantly nipping at their heels.
Oh. Right. Wait. Rukia fit that description perfectly. Well it did a few months ago. It didn't know. Hold on. Back to the all important question.
"What the fuck is a killer shinigami? I thought we were shinigami and I don't remember being no killer."
While Renji’s eyes clearly threatened bodily harm, Rukia knew he wouldn’t do anything to her that involved more pain than a punch on the shoulder. Besides, if he was so hungry, hot, or just plain single-minded, it was his fault that he forgot his money.
Which gave her full permission to continue to taunt him.
Naturally.
“What’s the matter? Can’t deal with Little Miss Kuchiki eating human delicacies? Are we that jealous?”
Renji’s response to her confession about Light made her eyebrows rise a little. “Don’t you remember learning about Killer Shinigami in academy? You were in the advanced class; you must have learned about them!”
Rukia shook her head slightly, but knew that the gravity of the situation was enough that she couldn’t poke around any longer. She turned her gaze steely and went on.
“A Killer Shinigami doesn’t purify human souls like we in Soul Society do. Killer Shinigami kill humans while they’re still alive, and they use the remaining years of the humans’ lifespans to extend their own lifetimes. I didn’t even know that they still existed; it was obvious that the creature I saw last week wasn’t one of us, but to think that they’re still around… don’t you see what that means?”
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