This is a little corner where I write down what's interesting in my life. Enjoy. I hope I don't end up writing anything distressing, but that may occur.
- Created By Juushiro Ukitake
Belated Journal Entry
This week has been mostly quiet.
I don't have much to report.
Somehow, my entry for last week was lost on my computer until now, so I'll add it now. It would be a shame to forget the fun.
Last week was quite eventful. I had more than a couple surprises. ( Juushiro laughs and continues writing.)
First, for those of you who missed the meeting today, Kita-chan will be sending out memos of the meeting soon. When you get yours, thank Kita and Ichigo. It was a lot of work on their parts. I guess you might thank Aizen, too. The meeting mostly covered how our role-playing is going to continue despite our missing comrades. If you have any questions after you've received your letter, ask Yama-jii, Aizen, Ichigo, or Kita.
After I healed Kita, Toushiro lightened the mood that day his own way. He offered to make snowcones. From Hyourimaru's snow. He created a beautiful dragon sculpture and started cutting at it. He said it was his best, too. I agree. It had the smoothness of new snow and it was very cold. Kurosaki got a few brain freezes before he followed Toushiro's advice to lick not bite it. Thank you, Toushiro.
Toushiro didn't get rid of the dragon sculpture afterward. He slept down under it, letting snow cover him and fall throughout the room. Later, I used that to my advantage. Kurosaki and Toushiro were tossing snowballs, but they seemed agry. I tossed a snowball at Kisuke, Kurosaki, and Toushiro to lighten the tense atmosphere. (Laughs nervously) You could cut a knife through it, and it was a little unnerving.
Both of them threw their own at me, and I flash-stepped out of the way. That may or may not have been a good idea. Toushiro followed suit and got behind me, hitting me. Then, Hinamori-chan and Kurosaki hit me. I was quite the target for everyone. Everyone got involved in a chaotic battle. Kurosaki took some pictures after he finally escaped.
Toushiro and I were the main attackers. After I flash-stepped and he followed, I laughed about becoming serious. He told me that this was his element. He was very confident. I told him that I had had years of practice. It was a lot of fun. Toushiro can be quite fun when you rile him up. Kurosaki called him the snow-mole. It fit with the way he kept popping up out of his pile and pushing Kurosaki and myself under again. He was laughing a lot.
(Juushiro pauses to laugh, smiling widely.)
I enjoyed exploiting the chaos and tipping a huge snowball over both of them from the ceiling. However, that came back to haunt me. After I finally escaped Toushiro's tackle, Kurosaki took his revenge. He called me a sneaky devil.
(chuckles)
It was quite fun.
Healing Kita
Juushiro followed Ulquiorra to the closed door. He turned to the Espada, "Leave". He was a bit surprised when Ulquiorra left. Juushiro entered the room, closing it again.
Juushiro set up a kido lamp and put it aside. His eyes narrowed at the sight before him. Blood was leaking out of her clasped hands on her shoulder soaking her shirt and the ground below. He knelt. "Kita.." Kita looked up at him and Juushiro brushed away a tear. Closing his eyes, he focused his reiatsu to numb her entire side. She eased up from her cramped position and he used Kido to look at her arm. Juushiro wasn't sure if he could trust the Espada's journal. Stress was building up at her elbow, but it seemed his information was correct.
The dislocated arm was the simplest part of the injury but the bones in her shoulder blade and collarbone were almost completely shattered. He hissed but kept any anger back. His lessons had taught him that anger could ruin a healing. Juushiro took off his haori and stripped the remainder of her shirt sleeve. He ripped a strip of his haori and wrapped up the shoulder, tightly.
He brushed her hair back out of her eyes as his other hand started to glow. He whispered into her ear. "This is going to hurt more before it gets better." Then, he forcefully began pushing the bones back together.
Shots of iron hot pain ran up Kita's spine, and she grasped at the fabric of Juushiro's kimono. Tears started streaming down her face again. She has thought that she was out of tears by now. She hiccuped in pain and forced amusement.
He stroked her head. "It'll be over soon." He winced inwardly. If Unohana had been here, she'd be asleep during this. He calmed his mind and started forming the bone. Shivers took place of her pain, hot and cold, as her blood tried to return to clotting. Sweat beaded Juushiro's brow as he continued to order her body's healing to speed up.
Finally, the hole in Kita's shoulder was gone. Juushiro took off his strips of the haori. There was a purple bruise by her collarbone. It was still tender, but he was out of time. He draped the haori over her, taking a deep breath. "That's the best I can do. Your collarbone is still weak." Juushiro opened the door, breathing in the fresh air.
"Thank you.." Kita murmured. stumbling up.
Juushiro placed a hand on her other shoulder. "Your welcome, Kita-chan."
