Soft kitty

Chapter. 12...

...Accepting fates: our lives interwoven-part 2.......

3 days later. Urahara's shoten....

"Ahhhchooo!"....

"That's what you get for running wild in the rain, deary".....

" You know, no one asked for your opinion, right?"

Kisuke's down-turned pout, was barely something to sneeze at. The man's playful banter knew no bounds, especially now that severe flue had struck our favourite revenette princess. 'Try my new and improved Gigai, kuchiki-san', he cockishly compelled her; snikering behind the veil of that God forsaken fan like an imp.

The papered thing be damed if she had her way.

Needless to say, Rukia's nightly rest suffered tremendously, since her little impromptu getaway.. Hadn't it been for Jaggerjackass and his uninvited companionship amidst the storm, then her Symptoms would have been far steeper; a special thanks to Urahara and his freakishly new alterations done to their Gigais..

Look, she fully well comprehended the idea of them sporting faux bodies that allowed for much more human like flexibility. Of coarse he also meant the inclusive of other attributes such as a susceptibility to illness amongst a slew of other listed abilities.

To top it off, things couldn't get much more worst; sadly now that time afforded her barely, 24 hours before presenting her sad, ailing body to Kyuraku-sou-taicho for the Espadas final hearing. Much more so, since her brother and his idiotic partner were bound to not miss her every sniffle.

Covering up such an unsightly cold was fairly beyond her abilities, despite Tessai-san's generous nursing. He remained quite an enigmatic being, that one, perhaps much more so than Urahara himself.

Still, there were only so much experimental soups and carefully brewed tea, could actually cure. Maybe she had caught the kind that simply needed to outlive its incubation period before moving it along to some other unsuspecting ass prick, frolicking in the fucking monsoon.

As if that wasn't as bad as it got, there was still little to no news already, from the big bad feline himself and hopefully some woe of his own failing constitution. Needless to say, Rukia felt a racket of some sort was boiling behind the scenes with the Hueco-fucktards and Urahara's penchant for crafting stupendous ill-effect equipment.

Clearly there was a bais in the making of the damned things; one that afforded the espasdas primeum goods and their counters, less than perfect supplies; dam bastards they were.

Rukia halted her monologue mid conversation. Clearly, the back alleys and hidden corners of her bitter thoughts seemed to shine their brightest given her current situation, much to her dismay.

Kuchiki's carefully taught lessons were out the door whence it came to dealing with the blonde crook and his feline associates. Even before her's and Grimmjow's little improvised date? if you'll call it that much. Dealings between her and the blunt blunette varied amoungst barely a handful of exchanges. He was always, well, strongheaded and set in his own ways; a bitter sweet comparative to a certain some one her heart was desperately trying to drown out at the moment.

Sex aside, coversational wise, taking on Jaggerjacks has presented itself an easier task in comparison to dealing with her brother and Red's incessant mothering plus, Kisuke's cockish deportment. Besides, despite her not having a single idea of what big bad blue's human Information contact could be, she damned well knew he had hers and every other shinigami living in and around town. Their Arancar and reaper contacts were linked to Akon's system; one that was strictly used for shinigami businesses.