Soft kitty

Chapter 11......

.................Accepting fates, our lives interwoven-Pt. 1.........

The perilous walk back to Kukaku's had all but taken the misery away. A short moment's hesitation lingered slightly on her drifting mind as she passed by the Kuchiki's private entry way; an area made known only through Rukia's carelessness. Karin was never one to sulk, not even when she'd skate boarded for the first time, only managing to burn the flesh off her knees until the whites were seen. Call it an unsupervised accident if you will, one which resulted in a pair of permanemt scars at the tender age of ten (10).. But, she never caved despite the stinging heat engraved in her flesh.

She hadn't cried then and she sure as hell wasn't about to crumble all over again, not in the presence of Ganju's over protective ass, at least, and especially not about her father's former Fuku-taichou. Rukia's offer of a quiet shelter had been quite tempting, but the woman had her fair share of issues to tackle, mainly Byakuya Kuchiki's demanding Royal hide. So catering to the childish whims of the sister of the guy that ripped her world apart was a tab bit cruel, one could only assume..

So with great burdensome resignation, our young Kurosaki sought out the ever so logical company of her great great, a thousand fucking times great cousin, despite the woman's sometime-ish brutish demeanor.

This entire self fought battle of lost love and wounded prides suddenly felt like the world's greatest hurdling load; one that had not only rested great pressure on her mental state of being but on the physical aspects of her body as well. It was a sure slump indeed, a wary wary existence that took quite the toll, and like a fucking idiot, Karin doubled beneath it's weight.

Why, the very last thing she needed was old goat face miraculously growing an inquisitive eye for the finer details of her overnight shift in attitude; not excluding her suden lack of appetite and naturally khol ringed eyes.

At first gesture Karin figured he probably would have chalked it all up to over studying; a college student's tales of woe and Kisuke's inhumane training regimen. But those two aiding factors were no where near the actual, factual truth of this whole fucking affair.

On the brighter side of all things fucked and dull though, Rangiku's mothering had somewhat soothed her invisible ailments, slightly so if she were to be completely honest. But the evidential concerns on the woman's blush tinted face remained as fresh as rain kissed roses after a torrential downpour. Concerns not only for herself, Karin figured, but for Toshiro and the Auburn's own best friend, Momo..

It was quite the awkward position as you could imagine; very much like the one both her and Yuzu had found themselves tossed into because of their idiot brother's choice of companion. Don't get her wrong, Orihime was a sweet, far too kind and agreeable fool who anyone in their right senses would and could instantly fall for. They had absolutely nothing against the buxom Auburn, but be that as it may, a connection of insurmountable proportions had been forged amongst their family and Rukia's. A bond so incredibly tight and durable that it near felt like death each time they contemplated on the notion of separation.

Never the less though, every one had decided to respect Ichigo's decision. It was his life after all, and they each had their own to live. Simple as that.

Call it not a dirty crossroad if you must, this struggling acceptance of love lost, but dirty and ugly it remained, and incredibly painful for those who found themselves under it's twiddling fucking thumbs. It was a heart ache so wrenching that it immediately conjured an air of suffocation around their household. Hell, it was a no fucking brainer why Rukia chose to run- for the time being, hopefully. Perhaps she too should  let idle the idea of removing herself from such an environment for the time being.