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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 1:53:35 GMT -5
enter, ISAO
Days blooming with prosper, and a sky flourishing satisfied blue. fertile blades of grass sweeping across the ground, generating an chimera of delight. All aspects of nature playing their role in engendering scenery of peace and opulence How could one ignore such a fine, splendid evening within the Seireitai? This, like most rhetorical questions would go without an articulated answer. However, for one Shinigami, such an occurrence wouldn’t go disregarded. Yet, used to endorse positivity for today’s training routine.
Isao; The current Sōtaichō would evenly stroll down the forest delimited corridor leading to the training grounds. A mass of luxuriant red danced behind his frame as moved, his hair tied back into a fixed ponytail; only allowing the access tail t move freely. Orbs of vibrant purple bypassing the open air as he peered forward. Draped in his Shihakushō, Isao’s Kosode expresses a bruise of dull navy blue, while his Hakama, bearing a perceptible white. Over his gaudy attire, he expressed his royal white Haori, a apparel that all Captains wore.
The quiet sway of his Zanpakutō echoed tacit as Shōtotsu rested at ease, relaxed while its owner hadn’t felt the need to draw his blade for the time being. Isao, with a elated smile spread across his face, continued on until finally he reached the Training grounds. The bordering line was bypassed, as the verdant pasture was replaced with debris and golden bleak of sand. Standing in the middle, he waited. His eyes narrowing, now piercing the heavens as he sighed gently. In a matter of moments, he would begin training.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 2:17:49 GMT -5
"I'm telling you, I'm a good boy."
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On this particular occasion, Shuuichi was shirking his responsibilities as captain once more and on top of that, he was actually wearing his uniform for the first time in quite a while. It wasn't that he didn't like wearing it, it was more of the fact that it didn't feel like it was him. After all, he saw himself as more of a free spirit than some kind of trained dog stuffed into a monkey suit. The fact of the matter is that opinion sways, mostly since he's a fickle kind of boy so things like that didn't linger upon his mind for very long.
But being naive and fickle had its good points, mostly since he learned to enjoy the simpler things in life. Maybe that's what it meant to be at peace with one's self, yet he knew he was nowhere near that point considering all of the internal conflict that was going on within his own mind. There were where he wished he could truly be normal, yet being normal wouldn't exactly be the same as being himself. In a way, he learned to love himself as he was and that was someone unique. After all, life would be boring if everyone was exactly the same.
There was one person whom he looked up to the most, the very one he called his superior, the only one who could truly command him to do a single thing. Then again, Shuuichi was much more submissive than Shinichi so getting him to do things was actually easier than one would initially expect. But still, he had a kind of respect for Isao that exceeded any other kind of respect could have for an individual. His admiration for the man actually transcended mere respect and crossed into a more romantic area, having a slight crush on him. A familiar reiatsu caught all his senses, putting his entire body into slightly euphoric sway, focusing in on that one point as stopped treading across the training grounds as means to gather his thoughts. That man whom he admired so much, he was so close by, he couldn't fight the urge to go say hello.
And with that, he used shunpo to appear in the vicinity of the Commander Captain Isao, the greatest shinigami alive at the present and also someone whom he called...."Nii-san!" He yelled out, smiling widely as he approached.
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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 2:34:50 GMT -5
A tingling breeze ran pass, lifting the ends of his Kosode’s sleeves as they flustered from lift to right. Plodding inhales, followed by brisk released signaled indicating Isao’s pleasurable categorization of the air around him. It was unsullied, as if just moving in from the west. Perfect for combat of any sorts. Which such an abundance of clean air, the lungs would be treated as royalty. Breath regulation would be at its peak for repression wasn’t present in such a cool light wind.
Instinctively, his left lifted from his side, and moved towards the feel of his blade. There it sat soft fingers comforting on the bridge between the guard and the handle of Shōtotsu while Isao continued to gaze out. His attentiveness easily focusing on the only presence that surrounded him, being the indigo sky until abruptly, his head adjusted. Someone had just entered the Training grounds, evident by the ubiquitous Reiatsu that leaked inadequately. Enough to designate arrival, but at such a weak emancipation that it wouldn’t startle or provoke.
As the man walked passed, Isao locked in on his presence as he strolled by, his scent now lingering in the air. "Ah" Isao called out, turning around with a humbling facial expression. “Ah, how are you, Shūichi. How are you?” He inquired, his posture now fitted for accommodating attention.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 2:48:38 GMT -5
"Hm? I haven't decided as of yet, I suppose I'm fine." After observing Isao for a few moments, he had realized that he had probably interrupted some kind of important training session, though he honestly didn't care. It wasn't often where he caught Isao not doing something more important, there were hardly times for leisure in these dark days. But those types of thoughts weren't really on his mind at the moment, merely the coincidence of running into the fine specimen of a shinigami. He hated having those types of thoughts, but that's what was going through his mind at that very moment.
"How about yourself, nii-san? Holding up alright?" There were some who were, in short, intimidated or simply afraid of Isao. The truth of the matter was that he was neither intimidating nor frightening. As a matter of fact, it was quite the contrary, it was just a matter of getting to know him. If it came down to it, Shuuichi knew he had at least one true friend in the Seireitei and that person was Isao, even if that wasn't exactly how the other man saw it.
As the gentle breeze blew on by, sand couldn't help but to blow along with it. Right after he stopped talking, a few grains of sand made its way in his left eye, causing him to shout out loud and scramble for it. Not only did it itch, but it burned as well. "Ah! Sand!!! Nii-san, help!"
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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 3:37:02 GMT -5
Isao simply stood, focusing on an appropriate answer in response to Shū-chan’s inquire. How exactly had his day gone? A meeting in the morning with the central 46 that lasted over four, prolonged hours. A promenade through the Rukongai District in search of some quality goods; and finally, his advent at the battlegrounds. What an escapade for someone who normally was isolated in his Quarters attending to military matters. A smile danced across his face and onto his lips as he turned towards the smaller Shinigami.
“I’ve been good, Shū-kun, that I have.”
He exclaimed in his composed, yet mature intonation as he continued to occupy his own space, his palm still fixed firmly on the handle of Shōtotsu as his arm rested on his hip. Moments into conversation, ShūichI lashed out into a confused, irrigated whirl as Isao simply smiled, Obviously the young Shinigami unintentionally got dust in his eyes; and regrettably was facing the repercussions.
“Stand still, be calm, and simply blow up into your eye, Shū-kun.”
He said serenely, trying to express the substance of patience through his own tenor. If the more hyped Shinigami realized the significance of what Isao said; he’d come to realize that he, himself could relieve his eyes of such pain.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 3:56:56 GMT -5
When it came to common sense, let's just say Shuuichi was a few cents short of a quarter in that aspect. It wasn't that he was an idiot per se, but more or less he didn't pay attention to details when it came to the simpler things. Then again, those were qualities that allowed him to seem precocious and slip on by into the hearts of others. If he were observant and a bit smarter, it probably wouldn't play out very well with the others. He was sure that the only reason the other captains put with his bad side was mostly the fact that he did indeed have a good as well. After batting his eyes a few times out of sheer terror, he finally took note of what he had been instructed to do, calming down as he blew the debris out from his eyes with nothing more than a gentle breeze from his mouth. Problem solved.
It was quite comical to say the least, though Shuuichi was sniffling as he held back his tears at this point, knowing very well that he had made an ass out himself. Despite being a rather powerful shinigami when it came to just raw power, he still acted like a child. Maybe that's why he couldn't seem to age past where he currently was, though that was just fine with him for the most part. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself, trying to seeming somewhat cool at this point.
"I wish not to disgrace the Gotei 13, Nii-san. Yet I can't overcome my faults.... Do I embarrass you, Nii-san?" His eyes glistened with emotion, waiting for a reply. Although he had obtained the rank of Captain, there still weren't many people outside of his own division who respected him as such. In other words, people didn't think very highly of his skills, despite how refined and overwhelming they were. Unlike Shinichi who was overly confident in his abilities and did not care a single bit about how others saw him, Shuuichi was more of a self-conscious type of person who constantly worried about his performance.
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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 4:12:19 GMT -5
“Let me tell you something, Shū-kun,”
Isao exclaimed, taking a seat on the dirty ground below as he crossed his legs over, his Haori now draped over his legs with his arms folded. He sighed fleetingly, relieving his lungs of reservation and soon enough, peered at the towering Shinigami.
“Disgrace is only justified by one’s own self-perception of the idiom.” He paused, giving himself liberal time to grow a staid face as he took his eyes away from Shū to look out into the open sky. “And one’s own self-reflection.”
“Disgrace is the reception of doubt, and the desertion of encouragement, that it is. However don’t let something as simple as feeling substandard as feeling inferior to everyone else mask your own worth. You’re a Taichō after all. For your age, you ‘ve accomplished so much, and I see nothing to be discredited, that I don’t.”
He said, returning his once forthcoming smile o the limelight as he turned back towards his subordinate.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 4:42:02 GMT -5
"Hm?" The blue haired shinigami simply watched as his superior spoke of such kind, yet wise words. At that moment in time, it was obvious why he had been chosen to become Sōtaichō. Whether it was his exceedingly calm attitude, his wisdom or simply his skill, there just was no comparison between Isao and himself. Yet, this didn't bother him not one bit, why should it? With a man like this in charge, it felt as though they all had someone to look up to, someone who could lead them in the darkness no matter how dark it would get. Despite the fact he wanted to ignore his words, he knew he couldn't because this man only spoke of the truth.
Heaving a small sigh as he followed Isao's lead by sitting down, he finally realized what he meant, pondering over each and every word that just had been uttered. "I suppose you're right. I have to faith in myself and my abilities, otherwise I will simply become the very thing they wish me to be, weak." He spoke of things such as power and weakness, yet he was the type of person who rarely cared about such things. Why was he speaking about such silly things as this? Surely Isao had better things to do but talk to him, yet Shuuichi kept bothering than man.
"You're really an amazing man, Nii-san....I hope I can become as wise as you. I'm a little jealous of the women to be honest."
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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 4:50:10 GMT -5
“True, the body is just as weak as the mind,”
Isao said in regards to Shū’s evident self-enlightenment, finally taking in what Isao had to proffer in his words. Though he was young, not much younger than the Commander himself, Shū had indeed accomplished much in his time within the Soul Society. Having already grasped the direct title beneath Sōtaichō, he only had so much more to learn before he surpassed those of more experience, with his raw talent.
As the young Shinigami continued on, Isao found himself at a impasse in thought, attempting to clasp his subordinate’s statement in its entirety. It was spontaneous, and somewhat unsystematic, completely diverting from the original topic. All the while still holding and lingering onto his incorruptibility. A rather odd problem he found himself in, that he did.
“Why would you say that, Shū-kun?”
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 19:26:40 GMT -5
The young captain just shrugged at that question. Of course there was a reason for why he said it, though he'd be embarrassed to actually admit it. The fact of the matter was that Isao was not only handsome and a strong shinigami, but he also a mind sharper than any other person that he had ever met. To be honest, he'd be surprised if the women didn't flock to him. Then again, he had no idea if he was married or not, it would surprise him further if he was mostly because he seemed like the single type. It would be unprofessional to tell him the truth, but he wasn't one to lie. "As a man, you seem fairly desirable." He finally admitted, adverting his eyes.
Smiling nervously, he looked back over at his superior. "Of course, since I'm also a male, I surely can't stack up against the wiles of a female despite how much I may like you." It was true he was attracted to Isao, but the feeling probably wasn't mutual. If anything it would probably be the exact opposite, but hopefully Isao wouldn't be disgusted with him, that would truly break his little heart. "Er, I'm out of line here...."
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Post by Isao on Aug 21, 2010 20:00:36 GMT -5
What have I gotten myself into..
His hues broadening, eyes flattering escaping their respective socket as Shūichi confessed an unexpected attraction; Isao was truly at a loss for words. After all this time, such affection hadn’t manifested before. Or simply was the Commander mistaking signals of fondness for brotherly approbation? Either way, it was truly an affirmation one with Isao’s distinct and self-effacing persona wasn’t qualified to handle at the moment.
Clearing his throat, he used that time to think of his next sequence of words. He needed to make an obvious avowal, while still maintain the familiarity the two had. Smiles as his eyes reverted to their normal, almond shape, he turned towards Shūchi, lifting his hand as he ran his palm against his subordinate’s hand, and patted him gently.
“Though humbled; I think of you more as a younger brother, Shūichi,”
He confessed, now showcasing his actual thoughts of Shū to the open, and expectantly into the youth’s mind. Looking into the sky, he pondered. After a few moments, he looked back down and opened his lips, words starting to form as he began to speak.
“And as a brother, I want nephews, so maybe you could get Kazai-chan. Because I know I have no chance with her.”
He said, smiling grandly as he continued to pat Shuu’s head.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 21, 2010 20:17:35 GMT -5
Even though that wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear, he still thought it was nice how Isao truly thought of him as a brother. Despite his affection for him, he knew that just having him saying that was enough for little Shuuichi for the moment. As Isao's head patted him gently, he simply smiled, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the closeness they shared. Because his family abandoned him as a child, he never knew what it was like having a family, though he imagined it would be something as nice as this was. However, what he said next truly stunned the little blue haired guy.
"Eww....Kazai-san? Never! She dated Solo-san, it's actually kinda gross considering he's kinda...slimy himself." That really wasn't the reason why, the real reason why he didn't like her in that manner was simply because he didn't think she was very nice. Then again, he'd only date someone who was just as nice, if not nicer than Isao. But in addition to kindness, his lover had to be extremely strong, stronger than him by leaps and bounds. Currently, the only person who fit those qualities was Isao in all his glory. He'd settle for the spot of the troublesome little brother for the moment, though he would make sure he slithered his way in Isao's heart eventually.
Still smiling widely, he opened his mouth to speak once more. "It really doesn't help the fact that she's a bitch either." The boy's visible eye opened wide, in complete disbelief that he actually said that with his own mouth. He quickly covered his mouth, averting his eyes from Isao. It seemed that his eye patch had shifted by a centimeter or so and now it was only a matter of time before the beast released itself.
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Post by Isao on Aug 22, 2010 2:46:44 GMT -5
“My my, such a profane vocabulary, Shūichi.”
Isao exclaimed openly, followed by a charming laugh that seemingly resonated directly into the open field. It had been some time since ha laughed that hard, and truly the occasion which brought upon such a humorous expression was odd. How one could speak so ill of another, even one of the same status in society. Secretly, Isao felt that Shuu had a crush on hr. However feared the repercussions of his opinions and thus kept it to himself.
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Post by Shuuichi Fujikaze on Aug 22, 2010 14:04:59 GMT -5
"Hrm." He looked out into space, afraid to look at Isao out of fear of his reaction of what he had just said. Though, when he started laughing it seemed as though what he said was alright. Hell, apparently it was humorous. The fact of the matter was that he couldn't really control himself when came to bad words, sometimes they just slipped out. To be honest, he wondered when Shinichi encountered such profanity, since it was more or less within his vocabulary rather than his own. That was one of the greatest mysteries of his mind, if not the greatest mystery.
Still averting his eyes, he finally replied to Isao, though rather quietly. "Nii-san, you know I can't help myself..." At this point his cheeks were flushed and he had a rather annoyed look written all over his face. Shuuichi obviously had plenty of childish mannerisms that he just couldn't shy away from.
"But I can say with confidence that she doesn't like me very much." A sigh followed thereafter, knowing very well that what he truly wanted was Isao. Regardless of whether the feeling was mutual or not, he'd latch onto him and never let go. If anyone were to get in the way of this, then there was no telling what he'd do to them. With that said, he sprung forward in a single leap, attempting to wrap his arms around the other man. "Nii-san! Don't abandon me!"
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