Yumichika knows he's pretty! ♥ (yumichika) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-30 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, yachiru kusajishi, yumichika ayasegawa |
Who: Yachiru, Yumichika
What: Meeting at Yachiru’s to talk about her “job”.
When: After these texts. Part two can be found here.
Where: Yachiru’s apartment.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete!
On request from Gin, Yachiru had contacted Yumichika to accompany her to see what was going on at the club that Gin was investigating. She still didn’t really know exactly why he needed this information, but he probably had his orders, and she had her skills. She’d offered for Yumichika to meet her at her apartment rather than breaking into his. Somehow, she thought that while Gin might be comfortable with it, she wasn’t certain yet how Yumichika would react to such a break in.
She’d given Yumichika her address, the address to her apartment near the university’s campus. Yumi might be amused by all the college students around, so she wasn’t in any hurry to expect him to arrive on time. Lounging on the sofa with the television on some Japanese soap opera that had happened to come on, Yachiru was content just waiting for her partner in crime to arrive.
If it was Yumichika and Yachiru suddenly broke in? He'd react with a shriek and with a few stressed out hair follicles, followed by incessant complaining on how it would give him wrinkles or under eye shadows if that kept up. That's how he would react.
It is probably also a glorious thing that Gin Ichimaru has just put Yumichika Ayasegawa right in a hornet's nest of a crime syndicate that's splintered off and not following orders. Because he's either getting rid of two birds with one stone, or he really trusts the 5th seat of Squad 11 to be adequate back up. That’s even if the fox faced bastard said it without actually really saying it, at all. It was implied. There. Gin would insist that was a much better word fit, if he was ever openly insisting to anything at all.
It was a fashionable three minutes late (three being the better looking number, anyway) that Yumichika showed up at Yachiru's apartment door and knocked upon it. He used one knuckle, which he deemed acceptable enough to sully by touching a college student's door. If it was Yachiru, then it might be sticky from candy hands, for all he knew or remembered.
Of course, he looked glossed and groomed, and his skin was pale and flawless. Indeed, if Yumichika had any sort of totem animal, it was a peacock - just add feathers and extra preening - so Yachiru was an insightful young lady, indeed.
“Eeee, Peacock-chan!” called Yachiru in a friendly greeting even as she bounded to the door and tugged it open. She pulled it open and enveloped Yumichika in one powerful hug, quite content with practically climbing up him to hug him in greeting as she would often do in her dreams. She grinned broadly over at Yumichika, a fond smile on her features.
“Glad you made it!” she remarked chirpily, ushering him in a moment later. She was wearing loose clothing, fit for a break in somewhere. It was to a fancy night club that she’d researched just a bit. Her outfit was stylish and classy. She wore a colorful top to match her colorful attitude and hair, choosing to have just a tee shirt on. She had a pair of jeans, that were sparkly at the top of them, to help her stand out in the crowds. Her eyes were lightly dusted in pink eye shadow with sparkles in it, as well, to go with the outfit. Her hair was tied up neatly. She wasn’t too concerned about the mission itself. Yachiru rarely used Kenny as her own backup, though she never let that on to most people. Yes, everyone knew they were a pair, together, but he always did his own thing. She could easily defend herself. Still, it was nice of Gin to worry over her, so she’d offered to take Yumichika as well. She had no idea if Yumichika was even aware of what her real job was here, or if he understood what he was going to get into.
Almost as quickly as her happy attitude had been, Yachiru turned serious, climbing down off the other and giving him a studious glance. “You know what I do, right?” she questioned softly, wondering if he’d picked up on it.
That hug was given back because these two? Were on much better terms. Yumichika knew - at least so far - that Yachiru's major malfunction was with Ikkaku. Not that he minded that? It was hours of entertainment and he enjoyed a good laugh at his temperamental friend's expense. Sure, sometimes it resulted in a headbutting. But it was worth it.
Yumichika knew also that the Lieutenant was always running around with her own adventures, even outside of Soul Society. He did know that she could take care of herself, even if he was trying to align his memories with the cute kid to the chirpy young woman in front of him. What he didn't know - being only a personal stylist in this life - was what she did for a living. He had imagined this night was only for drinks and fun. He had zero clue, otherwise.
He blinked a couple of times, studying her, and then shook his head, "I'm afraid not. What do you do for a living, besides eat candy and call bald people names, like Pachinko Ball?"
Oh, sorry. Ikkaku wasn't bald. He shaved his head to get it that way. Suuuuuure. Lies. He was bald as bald could be. That was probably why he was so angry.
Yachiru smiled a bit back over at Yumichika, giving him a fond glance. She stretched a moment, then added comfortably, “Well, I work as a private investigator sometimes, when I’m not doing things for school. Part time job to pay the bills and all,” remarked Yachiru in a friendly manner. “Got a tip from someone that there might be some strange stuff happening at the club I wanna go to, so I told them I’d check it out for them.”
She smiled, giggling a bit when Yumichika confronted her about Ikkaku. “Aw, no worries, Peacock-chan! I’m certain he’ll be here sooner or later! Pachinko has to come!” She laughed brightly, tugging one of the pieces of candy out from her pocket that she’d been hiding for a while and nibbling on it as if to prove his point. “And, I could use a distraction while I’m doing research for them, sooooo!” Here, she clapped her hands happily. “I thought you might be perfect for providing a distraction!”
It would be nice to have Ikkaku there, as well as Kenpachi. That was for certain. He didn't realize what he was missing in his life until he had the dreams, and then those blanks were filled in for him.
"That sounds rather adventurous," Yumichika replied while making himself comfortable by sitting down, even if he knew full well that it was only going to be for a moment. He smoothed one hand down over the side of his hair, to make sure that it was in place...and to feel how soft and silky it was. "I would be a perfect distraction for private investigation. Simply tell me where, and I'll do my best so you can finish your job. Let me say, that is the perfect job for you too, Yachiru. You are unstoppable."
If only he knew.Yachiru grinned, however, taking on a bubbly appearance as she smiled happily when she heard his agreement. “Great!” she remarked cheerfully, clapping her hands together enthusiastically. “I thought you’d be the perfect distraction!” She’d let him finish that with his idea of beauty, of course, never mind that she was also asking him because he was part of her squad. One of those of the fighting squad, beneath her. Never mind that he probably didn’t have all of his powers yet.
Yachiru was still developing hers, but her spiritual pressure had been one of the first to arrive, and she’d been having fun lately testing it around people. If she escalated it around certain humans, they could sense it but probably wouldn’t really know what it was. Gin hadn’t even seemed bothered by it, but his lack of reaction was all that Yachiru needed. She’d learned to read his non-reactions, in a way. If he didn’t react...it generally meant that he knew more but he wasn’t willing to share it. Or didn’t want her to know, for whatever reason. Maybe that was just her interpretations, though. Gin has no answers for anyone! If he was a Magic 8 Ball, his answer would be: Reply hazy! Try again later!
Even though he was beneath her in rank, Yumichika was no slouch. He was placed under someone who was near captain level in fighting ability out of the roughly two hundred men in their squad. The downside was that he simply didn't remember that quite yet and had only had his own spiritual pressure begin to show up, slowly but surely. And sure, he also remembered Ikkaku, but not that Ikkaku had obtained bankai and refused to show it to him, and that he refused to show Ikkaku his sword's power in return.
Everyone in their Division had a quirk and no one wanted to use their true powers, but to fight with their strength and battle prowess alone, and that included Yumichika. He simply did it with style and grace...and a lot of ridiculing his opponents, because their faces made his brain hurt just trying to process how ugly they were.
"Is there anything that I should know, before we go on this mission?" he asked. "What do you want me to do if things go wrong, for instance? Leaving you there on your own while retreating would be offensive. And we both know, we don't retreat."
No, they didn't. They stood their ground and fought until they either won or died. It was something all of them believed with every ounce of their being, and what made them the most dangerous combatants in all of Soul Society.
He simply wasn't sure what it would mean for the here and now, or why he was dreaming about it. Oh well. Never question the opportunity for a fight like looking a gift horse in the mouth, or so Yumichika thought at that moment.
Yachiru grinned brightly back over when Yumichika seemed to agree happily to her request. “Nope! Just remember that it doesn’t matter much why we’re doing it, and we’re good!” She may be lying to him about what she was doing, but she still didn’t want him to get hurt. The less he knew, the better, or so Yachiru thought. “And don’t plan on retreating,” commented Yachiru coolly, her gaze meeting his. She was curious to see how he’d react to her spiritual pressure. He’d mentioned having a few dreams, but just how much of his abilities had returned? Or come, whichever?
She let the wall loose. It was becoming a game to her, really, to see how people would react to seeing and feeling it. Gin’s lack of reaction was his reaction, because he seemed to recognize what she was doing, and had chosen purposefully to ignore it. But Yumichika? She wondered. She let the pressure flood in a very controlled outburst, managing a fond smile all the while in case he couldn’t feel it. “I agree it would be offensive if you retreated without me, though.”
Soul Reapers did have the added benefit of fighting with spiritual pressure and power, but in the human world, Yachiru was far from defenseless.
Yumichika looked offended that the word 'retreat' was even mentioned anywhere in his vicinity. He rested the fingers of one hand against his chest, and looked ready to protest - elegantly, of course - before he suddenly stopped short and his mouth was clamped shut. Violet eyes were narrowed at Yachiru, like he immediately knew what she was doing with that hot pink spiritual pressure of hers. And what was more, he could SEE it.
He too had learned to try to withstand Kenpachi Zaraki's energy, which was like having several mountains picked up and smashed against someone, and was generally unbearable if he released it all at once while fighting an enemy. He couldn't withstand it like Yachiru could, and her power was pretty significant to say the least. He had to shield himself against it as best he could, as well as chide her a little bit.
"You're going to be a beacon to every other soul reaper in the area if you continue doing that, Yachiru," he said, folding both arms over himself and tilting his head to one side to watch her. "It's not yet what it could be, my own is still paltry in comparison, but it's still blatantly obvious."
There was a small smile on Yachiru’s features, then she killed her wall of spiritual pressure in a matter of seconds. She gave Yumichika a wider, more friendly grin in response to his concerns. “Oh, I know,” she chirped, and didn’t bother to explain herself further. It was her way of understanding how things worked together, that was all, and to see what they could do.
“So!” announced Yachiru happily, rising to her feet and motioning towards the door. “Are you ready to head out, then?”
"No, I need to check my hair first, and then I'll be ready." Yumichika stood and went to the nearest reflective surface - Yachiru's toaster, which was likely used for too many toaster pastries- and began smoothing down a lock of hair that he considered to be out of place. He smiled at his own image, as though it was the loveliest thing he would ever look upon, and then he looked ready to go. "Lead on. Wait. Is it within walking distance? Call for a driver. I don't want a breeze to ruffle me."
The pink-haired terror just grinned over at Yumichika’s attitude, knowing he’d work as a distraction if she needed one. His behavior was so different, so out of place, that he would work well. She grinned and placed a phone call to a taxi. Inwardly, Yachiru wanted to suggest flash step, but that would hardly be fair if Yumichika couldn’t do it yet. She wasn’t great at it, still learning it, but it would be really fun to practice.
She placed a call for the taxi, and waited a few moments for it to arrive. As she waited, she pulled out some rock candy that Gin had given her and munched on it playfully. “It’s not too far, but I guess we can get a taxi!” commented Yachiru happily.
"I suppose we can," was his reply, once he was certain that he looked incredible, even if only to himself. He couldn't have the weather potentially mess with his perfection.
Yachiru and candy went hand in hand, so Yumichika didn't even mention that it might ruin her teeth or pack on added calories, since they really wouldn't have to worry about that anymore, if they turned into what he thought they were going to. A hundred years could go by and they wouldn't have changed a bit. Thank goodness. He wouldn't have to worry about wrinkles for a good long while, and even more so if he ever died in a fight against a equal or better opponent.
Which was, pretty much, the only acceptable way to die and transition into something else, something which he hoped was pretty. If it wasn't, he would have to kill himself and try again. He had outrageously high standards. So the likelihood of that happening? About 95%.
When the cab arrived, he waited for Yachiru to get in and give the driver the address. He sat next to her and contented himself with checking out his reflection off the inside of the car window. He also spoke low enough that his lips barely moved and that driver couldn't hear him, "I suppose we need a safeword or hand signal in case there's trouble. Or, I can simply start cutting bitches. That sounds like a wonderful plan."
Oh, Yumichika. You’re so.....................something. Yeah.
...to be continued!