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The Feeling of Unrequited Love |
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Sora sat outside under a tree. An unlit cigarette rested between her lips. She tried to light it, but the rain was too much for the lighter.
The sky was grey with clouds, and it felt heavy, and rain poured down to no end.
The falling water washed the blood away from her face and her clothes.
An arm without body rested in her lap. Her right arm. It had been torn off again, and the open wound at her shoulder stung like hell.
The thoughts in her head drifted to the 12th division of Gotei 13.
Mayuri could fix her arm for sure, and that would be a reasonable excuse to meet up with him, wouldn’t it?
The thoughts of meeting the captain of the 12th division once again made her lips curl into a beautiful grin and her heart flutter.
Quickly she arose and stretched. She put Excalibur, her Zanpakuto, in its sheath, and picked up her right arm, heading for the building of the 12th division.
As she entered the building, some of the people stared at her curiously, wondering what she was doing there. She felt her cheeks burning. It was the third time she was here this week.
She walked through the maze of corridors, and after a few minutes she stopped outside a door with a sign on.
“12th division Captain” the sign read.
A grin spread on her lips. Her feet were so used to walking to his office, so the trip through the maze had only taken about five minutes.
The tall girl stood outside the office for the longest time without doing anything. She felt her heart beat fast, and the blood rushed through her veins.
The footsteps of people walking echoed through the corridor, and the low, mumbling voices of people talking reached her ears.
A knot of anxiousness was created in her tummy. What if he was with another woman? He wasn’t the type to spread such things around, so no one really knew.
She tried her best to gather up courage, succeeding after a few more minutes.
Why did it have to be so hard?
She was just going to ask him to fix her arm, right?
Eventually she finally mustered enough courage and untied the knot of anxiousness. She used her torn-off arm to knock on the door, waiting for him to tell her to come in.
She waited for what felt like hours, although it was only seconds. Finally he spoke up from the inside.
“Come in,” his familiar crackling voice said.
Sora smiled and opened the door carefully.
Mayuri didn’t turn around to see who it was; he was too busy reading something in front of him.
“Now, what is it?” he sounded annoyed over being interrupted in his work. Sora didn’t say anything, she simply watched him from behind. He would probably get angry with her if she didn’t speak up soon.
Her mouth opened as if to talk, but the words were stuck in her throat. They simply wouldn’t come out.
An annoyed Mayuri turned around, seeing Sora standing there. His eyes narrowed as he did not see the arm she held in her left hand.
“What do you of all people do in here?” he sounded almost annoyed. Sora felt tears pushing forward, but refused to cry.
Why did he have this effect on her? She thought.
“Well?”
“I… I came t...to ask you s…something…” she managed to squeeze out. She felt that her wound was still bleeding.
“Then ask and piss off!”
The words hit her like a sledge, forcing her to choke back her tears.
“I wanted to ask you if you could fix my goddamn arm again, but on second thought, I’d rather not!” she threw her arm onto the floor, turned on her heels and walked out, angry.
First when she was outside the 12th division building, she stopped walking, feeling tears roll down her cheek, one after another.
Why was he always so mean? What had she ever done to him?!
Her body trembled, and she sat down on her knees, using her left hand to wipe away her tears.
It was said that Mayuri was unable to love, and looked upon everything as a research object, including himself. Sora had of course refused to believe in this nonsense, but she felt herself believing it more and more as time passed.
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Mayuri arose and walked over the floor, towards the arm. Gently, he picked it up and looked at it. It was full of injuries, as always.
A sigh escaped his lips. Why had she run out? And why had her eyes been full of tears? He scratched the back of his head, thinking he’d never understand women.
He walked out, going to find Sora. He had to fix her arm. Sometimes he felt that she was a doll that had a tendency to break, and that he was the only one that could fix it. He chuckled to himself, amused by that thought.
‘She must’ve been made for me,’ he thought.
He went to Sora’s small apartment, knocking on the door.
There was no answer. He let out a sigh.
“Jeez, how troublesome!” he complained. “Where the hell can she be?” he turned around and walked away.
For some reason he found himself feeling bad. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so rude to her?
‘Well, her fault for not speaking up at once… anyone would’ve been annoyed if they were interrupted at work, and the interrupter didn’t even give his or her reason.’
Yet, he couldn’t help thinking about her sad face, her elegant yet sexy curves, her pitch black hair and the horns on her head. As he had seen the blood seep out from her fresh wound, he had been turned on at once. As her breasts were almost fully visible, as usual, didn’t exactly help either. He had also taken himself the freedom to notice that she wore nothing under her hakama-pants, as if to tease people. He grinned. He wanted to see what was under her pants, under her top. He wanted to explore her mouth with his tongue.
Sora was like drugs to him, and frankly enough, Mayuri didn’t mind taking his drugs.
The captain of the 12th division concluded that he was trying to scare her off because he was afraid of getting hurt.
She was a total sex bomb. Most of the free men in Seireitei were drooling all over her, and there was no way she’d choose a freak like him over the other handsome men.
She was like the Beauty, and he was the Beast, only… this Beast would never win his Beauty’s heart.
The dark fell upon Seireitei as the sun set, and Mayuri was still out looking for Sora. Whenever he heard a woman’s voice, he hoped it would be Sora… …but it never was.
Finally, after searching for a couple of hours, he found her, sitting under a sakura tree, looking lonely.
She was so utterly beautiful in the pale moonlight. The light shone upon her curves, and made highlights in her hair, and her red eyes was almost glowing.
Mayuri could feel a strange feeling inside his chest, and he wanted to watch her like that forever.
Of all a sudden, he noticed something glimmering on her cheek, looking like water.
Was she… crying?
His mouth opened. He had gotten a sudden urge to hug and comfort her, to hold her tight.
For a few more moments he stood like that, watching the sad girl in awe. Even when saddened, she was beautiful.
Her face didn’t swell or become red like most people’s faces do. Her eyes were glossing over with tears, and they rolled down her cheeks.
It looked like she had been crying for a while.
Who or what had dared to hurt her like this? He was furious. Simply furious.
Insecure, he took a few steps forwards, looking straight at Sora. He wanted to hug her tight.
Suddenly, a tall, slender man with rather long hair appeared in front of Sora. He sat down on his knees, stroking Sora’s cheek lovingly, kissing her tears away.
His lips moved, and he spoke to Sora. Mayuri heard that he had a soft voice, but couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Mayuri had stopped walking. He felt it like the blood had frozen in his veins. What if Sora already had someone close to her? What would he do then? He surely couldn’t kill his rival, which would hurt Sora for sure.
The other male kissed Sora.
And she didn’t refuse.
The grip around Sora’s torn-off arm loosened, and he eventually lost it, because he heard a soft thud, as if something light hit the sand under him.
Everything that happened after that was like in a haze. He couldn’t remember how he had gotten home, but he was now in his bed, lying with the sheets over him.
Something wet and warm was rolling down his cheeks.
So she wasn’t interested in him after all… she already had someone…
Mayuri covered his face with his hand.
Oh, how stupid he had been!
****
Sora got up. Her brother was already gone; he had told her he had something to do. She walked towards her home. She stepped over an arm… a rather familiar arm. What was her right arm doing in the sand there? She picked it up.
Had Mayuri…?
No, never… he wouldn’t have, would he?
She felt her heart flutter, but it stopped at once.
If he has come here with her arm, and just dropped if, it must mean he had seen something he didn’t like… Sora wondered what.
The next morning was a gorgeous spring day, and the birds were singing.
Sora lied in her bed, trying to sleep, but the song of the birds kept her awake. Not that she hadn’t slept well, because she had slept well all night long. She just wanted to sleep some more. She was tired, and exhausted, but didn’t know why.
From the noise in the living room Sora could tell that her kids were awake. ’Great… Now I won’t get any more sleep, since Yukito and Akito is awake,’ she thought.
Slowly she forced her body to sit up in bed, and then to arise. She stretched herself before she put on a white kimono and a light blue obi. She also found a light, light, light blue silken scarf that she put around her neck.
Before she walked down she tied her hair in a knot on the top of her head. When she was happy with her looks, she finally went down to her boys.
Later the same day, Sora was walking over to 12th division again. In her arm she carried her other arm, which was wrapped up in clothing.
As she entered, Akon, the top lab-assistant met her. He smiled, “You need to repair your arm again?”
Sora smiled and nodded.
It was actually a fake reason to come here. She didn’t really mind having only one arm… she just wanted to see Mayuri. She wanted to ask him if it was he that had brought her arm last night.
“He’s in the library, Sora… He is having a break, I think,” he said as he walked away. Sora thanked him and ran to the library.
She felt happy, for some reason. She really wanted to see him, and explain what happened last night, if it was him that had been there.
She opened the door to the library. She smiled, was about to speak his name out loud.
She saw him. He was sitting in a chair, the back facing her. Her eyes widened.
What met her eyes made her drop the arm she held.
Two tears rolled down her cheeks.
On Mayuri’s lap sat Kotetsu Isane from 4th division. They were making out. Sora took a few steps backwards; she tripped over something, falling onto the ground.
The noise made Mayuri turn his head. His eyes widened. He almost looked angry.
Did he dislike her that much? So much that he’d get angry over seeing her at his place?
She rose up, tears streaming down her cheeks. She ran towards the exit. She didn’t want to be there anymore. She wanted to get far, far away. As far away as possible, to be accurate.
She felt like an empty void were pulling her closer.
 isthaasztra · Wed Jan 16, 2008 @ 08:27pm · 1 Comments |
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