A Day of Slight Freedom (OPEN)

[Chyoshi Allaysia]

This morning was much like every other morning spent in the Eleventh division. There was noise, often times too much of it, and one never knew when the roof or side of your room would be torn off in the night. She awoke to brighter than normal sunlight and frowned as the covers fell off her bare shoulders and pooled around her waist. She got up slowly and wrapped a light blue kimono loosely around her form. She peered outside or her broken walls at two of the members of her squad, both fast asleep with their weapons drawn. She sighed and retreated back inside.

When she returned, a crowd had gathered around her quarters, all wondering what would happen to the culprits. The noise had woken the slightly drunken men up, and they both sat their still with pounding headaches. They peered up at their fourth seat and cringed in fear at the look of pure rage in her eyes. In her left hand was a cup of tea and in her right was a worn and slightly splintered bokken. She smiled down at them, and began to unleash her wrath upon them.

After a while, she had finished her morning tea and the first part of the punishment of the two men. The next part was repairing her quarters by sundown, or else. She retreated inside after they scattered off to find the materials required for such a task. Slowly and carefully, she began to dress, wrapping herself in her shinigami uniform first. Then she went over to her chest of drawers, which mysteriously went unharmed, and began to wrap herself tightly in the shimmering dark blue ribbon that lay there. It took skill and practice to slim her uniform down just so and still look good; this was skill and practice she indeed had. After that, yellow ribbons were wrapped around a slim, long neck, making her seem ever taller and more graceful. As she peered into her mirror, she decided on tying her hair back as tightly as possible with more dark blue ribbon. At last she was finished, and slipped on her sandals and was on her way out the door.

But first, she gently fingered the shoulder strap on Hakakori, carefully plucking it from where it rested against her wall. The sword throbbed with excitement and fierceness, ready to face the day, at least until it pried out exactly what the schedule was from her master's mind. Then it became reclusive and irritated, especially at having to be on a mission with new recruits. She gently patted the sword's scabbard before slipping it's strap over her shoulder. The ever irritable Hakakori would eventually get over it.

She walked calmly to where she was to be meeting the new recruits to their division. It was funny how long it had taken her to explain to her captain that having new members face off against higher ranked members to prove their worth was a bad tradition. She had remembered her own initiation, and it had been quite painful to be stomped into the earth like that, but then again the memory of being helped up and sharing sake with her new division overweighed that nightmare.

She waited for them underneath the old willow tree on the Eleventh Division's compound, the only tree left. It held the names of every member past and present. It had four new scars in its wood, and fingered them lightly. Smiling to herself she looked up into the branches and spotted her own beside a long lost friends. A line ran through her friends, the symbol that the member had passed, but still she smiled on.

Eventually, another member showed up, her bouncy blonde hair seeming to float with each step she took. The young shinigami stopped in front of her, and bowed lowly.
"Lady Chyoshi, another has taken your job today. Captain wanted you to take a day off." she said to Allaysia, not moving from her bow. Chyoshi returned the bow and dismissed her with a simple wave which caused the girl to go bouncing off somewhere else. So, she was alone, huh?

She exited the compound quietly, doing her best to not draw attention as she made her way down each street. Her silvery eyes were calm as she entered a nearby bar, ordering an entire bottle of whiskey to be sent her captain's way. If it was one thing she knew best, it was to prevent yourself from being susceptible to having favors called in on yourself. She left as quickly as her order was on its way, just strolling the streets and looking for lunch.

Finally settling at a nearby dango stand, she ordered herself some of the sweet food and rested underneath the shade of the building. She leaned back on her hands, watching the passing shinigami and simply waited for her food.

[Michi, Isamu]

"Aaaah! Sweeties for a sweetie, ey~?" Michi's smooth voice cut through the silence that seemed to surround the lady. He had appeared as quietly as a ghost next to her, crouched down and smiling softly in her direction. His vibrant blue eyes scanned her, awaiting her response. Maybe it would be a violent one, as was common for his division members, or maybe it would be a response of civility. Still, the new third seat was curious, as he didn't remember ever holding a conversation with this person. Sure he had seen her around, but they'd never taken any missions together, and since he was in a semi-leadership position now, he might as well start familiarizing himself with everyone and not just the squad mates of the moment.

Michi's robes were clean and kept neat, even though the black sleeve of his right arm was torn free, showing only the white underlay. His shirasaya that may have looked like a simple training stick to her, was tucked neatly into his white sash.

"The name's Michi," he said as he extended his hand in greeting, "it's a pleasure to meet you."

[Bujuro Tawara]

Bujuro, had just gotten off levy. The Eight Division Squad member had been striving arduously to keep himself assiduous and many of fellowship knew that at this rate he would burn himself out with the next few days. This was his moment of leisure time, something he rarely had over the past few moments. In all honesty Bujuro had gotten used to working, as of now he had an overflow of time that he didn't exactly know how to address. His questions had been sheltered in his cerebral cortex as an anonymous tumult fled from his solar plexus. The breadbasket's primary goal was to track down it's prey for it was the predator who sought nutrients that few places could provide. Bujuro's slight pressed onward underneath the yellow sphere's illumination. The bright star held no penumbra to accompany it's solo expedition in the heavens. The man from the Eight Division continued to migrate through the labyrinth which was the known as the Soul Society unaware of direction his stomach would take him. He paused, and began to ponder how was it that he lived in the Sereitei for over one-hundred years, and still didn't know his way around. As the zephyr had begun to flow from the east, the waft of something delightsome was trapped in it's path. Bujuro followed the passage to pleasure it was like his special drug, and he needed his fix for the provisions. Bujuro had seen a young man, who like him was also a recruit in the Gotei 13 Infantry. He had begun to sashay over to his good friend. Bujuro could hear him engaging in tongue with someone or trying to.

"Sweeties for a sweetie ye"

Bujuro couldn't help but find some joviality in his friends statement. Humerous he was, but to others his good friend seemed to sometimes appear cocky, or overconfident. Was he overconfident, or would he charm his way into the mysterious woman's heart? Bujuro intented to find out he was surely wasn't going for a dilapidation. This was far too interesting not to miss.

"Hello there, Michi!"

Bujuro said as he raised his left palm into the sky to call out and wave to his ally. As he hand begun his paces toward the shop, his soul, mind and body went into a hiatus. The woman that his optics looked upon, was none other than the one he had lost over one-hundred years ago. She was in his sights again after being absent from his view for countless centuries. Allaysia was gone from his view, but always in his heart. He held erect as he no longer noticed anyone around, but the woman he loved for eternity. Just by gazing at her, he remembered how smooth her flesh felt when she held his hand, how gentle her lips felt when he pressed them against hers, how warm her anatomy was next to his when their home held no fire. He loved her dearly, but she did not know his love. He had gazed upon her many times in his mind, but has never seen her in the flesh. How was that possible he questioned himself, how was his time here a reality without her by his side? Bujuro sat down next to the vixen avoiding eye contact. He knew some people who travel to this world after death often lost their memories, and he wanted to know, if she remembered him. He knew the rejection, she would more than likely give would hurt, but he had to know. He became the over watcher of the menu that was placed before him. He took his time scanning it's contents unwillingly. He clenched his fangs tightly, and waited to see what happened next.

[Chyoshi Allaysia]

For a while, everything was calm and comfortable, the silence only being broken by birds or people milling about. She sighed and stared up at the sky, eyes half-lidded as she rested her hand on the hilt of her sword, her guide.. 'Somethings coming...' the sword whispered to her, and she immediately went on guard knowing that it was foolish to dismiss wise advice.

She was ready.

From behind her, she heard him, but just barely. His scent was what gave him away the most, and made it easier for her accept him sneaking up on her. It was a good thing too that she was so calm. Any other man sneaking up on her would have had their brains pommeled out. She glanced over her shoulder at him, a frown laying thick across her face as she looked upon him and listened.

Finally, after deducing that he was worth the bother, and that he was her third seat, she smiled and took the offered hand, giving the man a nice firm shake. She waved to an area in front of her, silently offering him a seat.

"Well met, Michi. You may call me Allaysia." she said calmly, her eyes glittering brightly as a waitress brought her a pot of tea and some cups. She poured herself and Michi a cup of the extremely bitter, yet very rejuvenating tea, setting his cup deftly before him, and then grabbing her own and downing it like a shot of whiskey.

'Look there.'

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him before he saw her, this new man calling out to Michi in the process. When he did finally spot her, he paused, as if stunned, and she frowned then began pouring herself another cup of tea. Something inside of her stirred, and she pondered where she had seen this man before. Her grey eyes narrowed to slivers as he sat down across from her, avoiding her eyes like a pathetic dog.

It pissed her off.

She reached out and swiped out at him, growling fiercely. "Whats wrong with you? If you can't look me in the eyes, then leave this table!" she snapped, getting out another cup and pouring him some bitter tea. "I do not even know you yet, and you've already irritated me." she hissed as she sipped on her tea.

[Michi, Isamu]

Hostility? Why were these two people suddenly enraged towards one another? Michi's vibrant blues moved back and forth between the two as Allaysia berated his friend. Michi never knew Bujuro to be a coward or shy from a confrontation...but this must have been a different sort of confrontation.

Ally seemed nice enough at first, though as tough as any squad 11 member, but she was a tea drinker too, so weren't they supposed to be chill or something?

"Whoa hold on," Michi put out his hands to both of them, palms up in a gesture of peace, "no need for hostility, my friend here is just a bit shy," for some strange reason, Michi thought. His eyes moved back and forth between them as he thought for a second, "I'm sure you two would get along better through battle, ey?" the man's eyes moved back to his friend, and he gave him a thumbs up with a confident, supportive smile; maybe not his best idea ever, but it would definitely be interesting.

He took a sip of tea and choked a little on it's bitterness; it packed quite the punch!

[Bujuro Tawara]

Bujuro had been struck the fatal blow he was expecting, and yet his torment and the display of disbelief soon faded from his visage. That legendary temper, and loose patience for bullshit seemed to be radiant this day. A small grin of pleasure swept upon his face. His silver glow focused on the object of his desire. His eyes manuvered from the menu, and he glanced directly at Allaysia's lips that were full, and moist from the hint of her sickly sweet provision.

"I apologize"

His words of utterance were simple, as he had nothing to say at the time. His heart was swirling in agony, but he enjoyed a bit of the pain, simply because Allaysia did not remember him, but she stayed the same. His ally Michi was a life saver, who happened to be the supernova whom would end the ice age between him and his wife. Bujuro looked past Allaysia for a moment to respond to his friends proposal. Bujuro simply grasped the cup in his right hand holding it in a state of hiatus long enough for him to respond to his friend.

"A battle? Oh, no my friend. I would never raise my hand against any ally of mine. Certainly not against a woman, and definitely not against this vixen. My purpose is to protect, not to harm my friend. "

He attempted to choose his words carefully, he knew his wife well even though it was over a century since they where even this close together her mind and personality had not altered. She was still strong, and fearless he didn't want to engage her in a skirmish. He hoped by down playing himself a bit she would possibly feel a neutral understanding of his words. He did not want to fight her because, if she lost he didn't know how her pride would handle it.

"By the way Miss Chyoshi, Allaysia of Eleventh Division. My name is Tawara, Bujuro of Eight Squad. It's a pleasure to meet you, and once again I apologize, if we got off on the wrong foot. Would you allow me to join you and Michi for lunch. It's on me for I hope to mend the wounds I have caused."

His words flowed smoothly from his tongue as if it were a stream of water swirling softly down a river. His eyes returned to his menu, as he began to research what type of ingredients he would hope to ingest. He had forgotten that he was still holding his tea, and it began to grow stale, and cold, but his true place of thought is what would be the best way to tell the woman he loved who he truely was. Even the great Lieutenant was no match for the fury of his soul mate, if she didn't believe his words.

[Chyoshi Allaysia]

She frowned deeply as she looked between the two, and her eyes narrowed as Michi suggested that they battle their differences out. A battle with this man? A man who couldn't even meet her eyes? Such made her highly doubt that he could even meet her in combat. However, he apologized and she sighed, shaking her head wearily. She had come out here to escape the stupidity and conflict, not be thrust back into it.

Her eyes drifted up to the other man as he apologized and refused Michi's offer of battle, and her expression slowly calmed. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.

"I'll have to agree with him, Michi. Fighting between he and I is useless and counter-productive. You nor I, Michi, know when we will be called into battle and we must both be at our best when and if such happens." she stated simply and with the straightforwardness of a natural warrior.

Then he introduced himself to her, which was all fine and dandy (Even though the name did seem familiar), but when he offered to pay for her meal in retribution for his crime against her, she blushed a dark pink against her dark skin. She was quite unsure of whether or not to argue with him or just go along with it. Finally, after recomposing herself, except for the blush on her face, she spoke.

"I suppose that would be fine, Bujuro. It is not often that I have anyone treat me to a decent meal. " And with that she smirked, her eyes narrowing wily-like. "Most men I've been with think a bottle of whiskey and some cheap ramen is decent meal. Sad isn't it." she says, laughing deeply afterwards.

[Bujuro Tawara]

Bujuro eyebrows furrowed with a malevolent fury at a few words that left his wife's plush lips. His blood began to brew and boiled hot as magma in his veins. He repeated the words softly to himself, trying to gather what this meant.
"Most men I've been with ?" Those words continued to flood inside of his mind, and heart. Soon the words began to form images of sensuality and lust. Bujuro's mind drifted off as he could hear Chyioshi laughing hardly. He spaced out pondering how could so much have changed? Most men I've been with? began to terrorize him a bit more. Had she given her love to another? His nightmare shattered to fragments as he re-entered the realm of realism. Chyoshi's laughter faded, and Bujuro spoke softly.

"Yes, Lady Chyoshi. Order whatever you like, it's on me."

Bujuro stated, as he finished reviewing his menu. He knew exactly what he wanted, and was prepared to order, but the polite thing to do would be wait until his partner was ready. Michi on the other hand seemed incapacitated Maybe he got drunk or feel asleep, but whatever he was he was quiet as a corpse. Bujuro signaled for someone to take him home.

Bujuro resumed his gaze at the dark skinned beauty, and asked a simply request to Chyoshi.

"After our feast, would you mind keeping me company a little bit longer?"

Bujuro asked, with his intentions pure, and bold. He wanted to answers, would she give them to him?

[Chyoshi Allaysia]

She nodded, her smile unwavering as she scanned the menu, looking it over for something, but also pondering why Bujuro's brow was so furrowed. Had she said something wrong? What was wrong with him?

Then she began to recall what she had said early with a twinge of embarrassment; she'd made herself sound like a cheap whore when in reality she had only been on short dates. Very short dates.... Her upper lip curled slightly as she inwardly berated herself, and tried to focus on the menu. She almost didn't notice Michi being dragged off the scene. It was probably due to drinking to much alcohol; thank the gods she wasn't like that. She was a sad, angry drunk, not a sleeper, not that anyone really knew...

She almost didn't catch Bujuro's question as she motioned a waitress over to get her order. Her brows rose a little bit, but she gave him a small grin nontheless. "Sure, why not? I have this whole day off, and maybe for once, I won't be spending it alone before the night comes." Her hand wrapped around her cup of tea as she brought it to her lips, sipping it delicately.

Her eyes finally took the time to take in the man before her, and what she saw, she felt like she already knew. Like the swirling tattoo on his shoulder, her mind had already brought up images of exactly where the tattoo lead and how it made its way there. Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, waiting for her meal. "Im not quite sure about it, and I do hope you don't get creeped out by me saying this, but Bujuro I feel as if I know you... Like deja vu, yah know?"

She then shook her head, ponytail bouncing as her head swung. "But thats impossible. Right?" she inquired, silver eyes wide. However, in the back of her mind, her sword disagreed. Loudly.