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leadpencils2013-02-20 02:33 pm
notbantamweight) wrote in leadpencils2013-02-20 02:33 pm
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When Ichimaru comes to him and tells him he should make sweet, little Nanao-chan his Lieutenant, he is surprised. Nanao, with her earnestness and exasperation, who idolised Lisa, who resembles her so closely it still hurts, Nanao who vanished for seven months during the War and showed up four inches taller - how could he do that, chain her down with the burden of leadership? So instead of 'no', he asks 'why'.
"She scares me," is not the answer he was expecting. Not from Ichimaru, child prodigy, hardened killer. He leans forward, resting his chin one his hand. The boy is nervous, possibly justifiably so.
"Go on." Ichimaru swallows, nods. Thin, too thin. Then again, weren't they all?
"She scares me because under all the precision and power, when she uses Shikai, she just doesn't care." He leans back, considering. Nanao-chan had achieved Shikai already?
"What is her Zanpakutou's name?"
"I don't know." No wonder the boy looks nervous, characteristic smile nowhere to be seen. Shunsui looks levelly at Ichimaru, calm, considering.
"Do you know the release command?" An easier question, and Ichimaru nods, moonlight shining off silver hair. He still looks far too nervous. Idly, Shunsui wonders if Sousuke knows where his Lieutenant is.
"It's 'release'."
Silence reigns for a long moment, autumn breeze rustling leaves around them. He thinks of 'Shoot to kill', he thinks of rising waves and crashing lightning, he thinks of ashes. And he thinks he understands. Ise is iron-clad, she is a bastion of control, of precision. She can use more kidou silently than mostly people will ever learn, and combine them in ways that aren't strictly legal. Nanao-chan had sparks run over her skin when she was scared, she sleeps with her back to a wall and her zanpakutou under her pillow, and she loved Lisa with every part of her soul.
"I'll consider it."
"She scares me," is not the answer he was expecting. Not from Ichimaru, child prodigy, hardened killer. He leans forward, resting his chin one his hand. The boy is nervous, possibly justifiably so.
"Go on." Ichimaru swallows, nods. Thin, too thin. Then again, weren't they all?
"She scares me because under all the precision and power, when she uses Shikai, she just doesn't care." He leans back, considering. Nanao-chan had achieved Shikai already?
"What is her Zanpakutou's name?"
"I don't know." No wonder the boy looks nervous, characteristic smile nowhere to be seen. Shunsui looks levelly at Ichimaru, calm, considering.
"Do you know the release command?" An easier question, and Ichimaru nods, moonlight shining off silver hair. He still looks far too nervous. Idly, Shunsui wonders if Sousuke knows where his Lieutenant is.
"It's 'release'."
Silence reigns for a long moment, autumn breeze rustling leaves around them. He thinks of 'Shoot to kill', he thinks of rising waves and crashing lightning, he thinks of ashes. And he thinks he understands. Ise is iron-clad, she is a bastion of control, of precision. She can use more kidou silently than mostly people will ever learn, and combine them in ways that aren't strictly legal. Nanao-chan had sparks run over her skin when she was scared, she sleeps with her back to a wall and her zanpakutou under her pillow, and she loved Lisa with every part of her soul.
"I'll consider it."