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『𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑽𝑰』

6一 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴

*･☪·̩͙ ·˖✶

SCREW THAT OLD FART AND THAT DAMN DOG, were Sakura's first thoughts after she sat down on her cushions, gently massaging the giant red bumps on her head.

She kept on grumbling things is accordance with her foul mood, a suddenly colourful vocabulary leaving her seemingly innocent lips.

Was it her fault that she kinda messed up? Maybe. Just maybe it was that way, but that did not give them the green light to actually outright attack her (her poor brain could not take both Yama-jiisan's thwacks to her head and Toga-sama's lectures一 she just couldn't).

Currently, she was 'hiding' from the two, but her situation could as well be easily classified as her throwing a hissy fit and stubbornly avoiding the two old farts. She sat in her room withing squad one barracks, her back supported by the countless cushions and pillows that Matsumoto-neesan decided would be a good idea to just leave in the confinements of her private space, but she wasn't one to complain when receiving a gift from a friend. Though the ginger did receive a thorough scolding from her childish-looking captain. Sakura bit back a laugh一 Hitsugaya-taicho was a firecracker, that was for sure.

She thought once more about the old man and his desire to teach her everything he knew. When she first met him, she was confused一to this day she still is一as to why he put his all in the wishful thought of her becoming a captain. She, by all means, did not want to come across as rude and ungrateful to all that her fellow shinigami have done in her benefit, but she could not help but think how out there, other people were sure to be a better fit for becoming his protégé.

Yamamoto Shinjekuni was the shinigami living legend, and all knew of his tremendous powers. From his rare fire-type zanpaktou to his extensive knowledge of both the living and spiritual worlds, it came as no surprise that he was the Head Captain. He had assured her一on multiple occasions, one might say一that no-one could ever hope to fill her shoes as well as she did. But she could only take his words with a grain of salt and a polite nod of her head.

Truth be said, she did not want to be here. She regretted dying on that faithful night decades ago一 she regretted killing herself just to satiate her curiosity. She wanted to go back to the village she grew up in, to the warmth of her friends and family, to the reassuring smiles of her teammates and the supportive words of her sensei's.

The pain of parting from them一from everything without anything as much as a curt 'Goodbye.' left her mouth dry with bitter pain.

With a huff of what could only be catalogued as sheer frustration, Sakura grumpily shuffled to the door, sword already in hand and head a messy sketch of a bird's nest. But she didn't care. Heck, she couldn't give even a single flying fuck as she walked the prim and proper hallways of Squad One's baraks, angrily cursing as from behind one of the shoji doors drunken laughter echoed.

Usually, she would have entered the room and bellowed them to chase their infernal noises, but she currently was in no mood to do such.

Trudging further, she flash-stepped away the moment she entered the gardens and headed for one of the many scattered sekaimon gates around Seireitei.

Hell be dammed if she were to remain another second in this testosterone-filled place (there were female shinigami, though rare and far in between).

With a fluid vertical slash of her sword一action which could have only been achieved through years of thorough and hellish training一Sakura gleefully jumped in the rift between the worlds, any traces of her frustration and anger long gone.

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Scents of midnight lavender and forget-me-not's wrapped around his youki like a second blanket, his pale一almost silver一ethereal form practically glowing under the shine of the moon's rays of light.

He stood there, seated at the base of the old magnolia tree in the forests near his domain, one leg propped up to support his right hand, hand in which a certain pink and white mask was lightly gripped by his clawed fingers.

He found it strange, that after that strange woman's depart, he could not seem to allow himself to drop the mask. It was a strange happening, this instinctual drive.

He had never doubted his instincts, even if other more than twice the were stranger than the imp who served him. He had learned how to distinct the good tremors from the bad ones, through a series of 'trial, error and possibly bloodshed'一as he liked to call it.

"Mata oaidekiteureshīdesu.¹"

His slanted golden eyes snapped open at the sudden warm voice near him, but as the scent of flowers and metal hit his senses in full force, his muscles visibly relaxed.

Eyes half-lidded as they fell over her petite form, Sesshomaru suddenly felt like the world's weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

She stood there, hands clasped behind her back, green eyes twinkling with mirth and a small, warm smile speed over her plump lips. Her luscious pastel pink hair swishing lightly in the soft breeze of the midnight forest.

"Anata ni mo kon'nichiwa, chīsana hana.²"

Their little exchange was carried on in the starry sky, only the old magnolia tree youkai bearing witness to his close friend's son's expression一 one of rare, content happiness.

𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘙𝘠
¹Mata oaidekiteureshīdesu. =
It's good to see you again.
²Anata ni mo kon'nichiwa, chīsana hana. =
Hello to you too, little flower.

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞...

𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞), 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠!

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬. (°¬°")