(Note: Picking up exactly where you left off, Point of View switch or the equivalency of. And you did good on how Kira would have acted.)
I shifted slightly, spinning around on the rail and sitting so I could watch the sunset as well.
I was curious about this one. He was different... And he was the one Toorima was on edge about...
'Nen'iri, Kira-san...'
It took me a moment to realize she had shifted languages on me again. I knew she didn't trust him but she can just keep quiet...
'He can hear you. And don't shift like that... It throws me off.'
"Toorima-san doesn't trust me does she? Seems to me she isn't rather fond of this meeting."
I sighed and slid my arms into my sleeves, crossing my legs as well.
"She doesn't. She knows your different from the rest. She also isn't so fond of your abillity to hear her... Hence her shifting to another language."
I turned slightly, carefully observing him and blocking Toorima out slightly, or attempting to. She was virtually cussing me out in another language for tuning her out.
"Quite vocal isn't she?"
"Very. You get used to it after awhile."
I saw a small smirk slip onto his features, obviously he could still hear her and was tuning her out as I was.
I felt something shift slightly and I lost track of Toorima's presence.
"Darn cat..."
I ran my hands along a scar on my arm, the only one that had never faded away, and tried to find her. She had retreated to her own little haven. I could feel her, but not sence or hear her.
"She's mad at me again..."
"So it seems. That happen often?"
"Actually no. Only when I ignore her for whatever reason. She doesn't like that. It probably has something to do with her past before I gained her..."
I saw a field of snow with a black lynx stalking through it, leaving no trail behind her. I knew that just out of sight was the village she frequented. They always talked of how a black cat would steal meat from the racks while they were drying for storage. It wasn't uncommon for an elder to tell the story and then look up from the children to find a large piece of meat missing.
"Her past? Before she became your zanpakuto?"
"Yes. She was a legend in her own right. And to those that saw her, she was."
"I see."
I sat quietly, not really moving or paying attention. Merely enjoying the sunset before us.
Once the moon started to rise however, I flipped back and landed crouched. I sprung from that spot and into a near by tree, resting my back against the trunk and turning to look at Hadachi, wondering if he would come up as well. I wouldn't extend the offer, but it should be obvious that I wouldn't object.
"I have a question for you, Hadachi-san..."
I watched him, hoping for some form of reaction. He motioned for me to continue and I did.
"What is it you are holding back? I can see that something more is lying just beneathe the skin, but I can't tell what. I know your stronger than you let on, but it's what gives you that power that I am curious about..."
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Neh, not my best, but kinda all I could come up with. ^^; Hope I didn't kill Hadachi's personality. I didn't do much with it for that reason. Take it and run or whatever you wish.
Nen'iri = Careful
