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thunderwitch.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-01-13 03:52 am
Log; Complete
When; January 12th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch} and Byakuya {shardsofsakura}
Summary; After making a rather unwise challenge of sorts, Byakuya comes to regret it. ... A lot.
Log;
Cirucci Thunderwitch was, in all honestly, pleased. Not because she had done something personally satisfying, no, for in fact, she found what she had just done disgusting. Kissing a shinigami? Whispering such things in a shinigami’s ear? Touching a shinigami as she would a lover? No. Not personally satisfying. But the pride… oh, that was the crowning point. Because every silk-coated word she murmured into the captain’s ear was a word of treason. Every caress was an offer of temptation, of sin And every response the man gave, and oh, the Arrancar could tell he was trying, trying hard not to respond to her, to control himself, his emotions, his desire. But this Arrancar knew no man who could sit through such a thing unaffected, and this man, though he acted as ice, was no exception. Her voice, low and sulty, affected a croon as she pressed even closer against Kuchiki Byakuya, one hand still tangled in his hair and the other… she would not be so crass.
“I win, Byakuya.” She intoned softly, trying not to smile too broadly. The man was stiff underneath her, and she supposed he really shouldn’t have allowed one of the conditions of his challenge to be that she could employ whatever means she wished. Then again, the Privaron didn’t even understand why he had issued such a challenge. But that was no matter. A blow to his pride had been what she was aiming for, and from what she was feeling here… that had been achieved.
Byakuya frowned. He really hadn't expected the Arrancar trash to be able to interest him in the least. A failed bet was a failed bet. After glaring, Ciruicci's smile almost began to anger him. It was so idiotic and full of pride. He hoped he didn't look like that when he smiled. He wasn't going to show his emotion though. He pushed off the Arrancar. "Take your victory and go. I will keep my side of the bet. Never let it be said that one of the Kuchiki clan has backed down."
He laid back and took a deep breath. "Take this piece of information with you. When this truce is over, you will be the first I will kill. I will seek a fight with none other but you."
Cirucci peeled herself away from the 6th division’s captain both willingly and reluctantly, oh, but she wanted to rip into that pride even more. Standing, she smirked, full of a pride of her own, though hers was probably considered much more selfish.
“I could care less about whether you announce such a thing to the rest of this City.” The Arrancar straightened her dress, it had gotten a little mussed in the two minutes she had been allotted to elicit such a reaction from the stoic captain, but even as she did so, she was slowly undoing a hidden snap, starting to pull the middle section of the dress away from the rest, beginning to expose the skin beneath as she spoke, leisurely, as if what she were doing were completely natural. “And as for fighting you, you already know what I did to that vice, even with her limit break and myself not at full power. Seek me later if you feel like dying.” She had dropped the characteristic third person references; as she did when she was completely serious, and even avoided the modicum of respect she gave Rangiku in the presence of anyone who may tell Aizen.
Byakuya snorted in derision, hoping to irritate the Arrancar. "Don't get to cocky. With her limit broken, I am still far beyond Matsumoto in terms of power." He smirked at her proud face, thinking of something ironic. "You wouldn't even last 2 minutes against me."
Cirucci would give the man this. He recovered quickly, she noted with a long glance below the belt. But the recovery time had not been the point in this case. With a shrug, deft fingers still were undoing snaps, peeling away the top of her dress, now revealing the pale curve of her breasts.
“I’d love to try that, sometime, Byakuya.” She was intentionally far too familiar with his name, letting it roll off her tongue as she would someone she was usually intimate with, though the very idea of consummating anything with a shinigami was enough to make her want to retch.
"Will you put your clothes back on? I don't think I can stand a moment more of your presence." He got up and walked to the door, making it obvious as to what he wanted. He didn't care much about how he looked. He just wanted the scum out of his sight, so he could ponder on his mistake and remember to never make a decision such as this again.
She couldn’t resist a smirk, walking towards the door after him with a noticeable sway in her hips, though she was making no effort to redo the snaps on her dress, pulling the fabric aside, in fact, just as she drew level with the captain.
“Byakuya,” She murmured, voice sweet, one hand reaching out to brush a lose strand of black hair from his face even as she pulled the clothing fully out of the way, revealing what she’d been meaning to all this time. The black lined hole straight through her body, nestled between and just below her breasts, evidence of what she was. “I just wanted to remind you how devoted you were, to your dead wife.” Cirucci’s words were becoming acrid. “And what exactly managed to arouse you.”
Byakuya's hand quivered at his side. He itched to grab Senbonzakura and have her finely diced. Only reasonable sense kept him from commiting such a faux pax. However, his reiatsu completely let go. His was only second to Aizen and in anger, was absolutely choking at short distances. On his face was an absolute display of anger. Even more than when he was fighting against Kurosaki Ichigo.
Cirruci immediately flared her own reiatsu in response, though more of her concentration when into maintaining the thin façade of calm on her face, managing to appear perfectly fine, when, she had to admit, his reiatsu was in fact impressive. But she couldn’t release her sealed sword to draw on her Hollow form’s power here, so she settled with the illusion of her own cool confidence. “Sensitive, Byakuya?” She murmured, one finger slowly tracing the outline of the hole where her sternum should have been. “Or was your…” She gave a level gaze towards his crotch before meeting his eyes again, her own lidded. “… control not as much as you had hoped?”
Byakuya's face dropped from angry to being completely blank. "Get....out." He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her out. "Remember. Two minutes. My reward will be your death."
The Arrancar went without fuss, turning about once she was clear of the door and leisurely beginning to redo the snaps on her dress, a seductive smile still on her features. “I’ll see you around then, Byakuya.” She said, the landscape of the building behind her viewable through the hole in her chest. And before she turned to leave she left one final remark.
“Hope your dear wife isn’t rolling over in her grave.” And with that, Cirucci was gone, making sure to take shreds of the captain's pride with her.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Cirucci {
thunderwitch} and Byakuya {shardsofsakura}Summary; After making a rather unwise challenge of sorts, Byakuya comes to regret it. ... A lot.
Log;
Cirucci Thunderwitch was, in all honestly, pleased. Not because she had done something personally satisfying, no, for in fact, she found what she had just done disgusting. Kissing a shinigami? Whispering such things in a shinigami’s ear? Touching a shinigami as she would a lover? No. Not personally satisfying. But the pride… oh, that was the crowning point. Because every silk-coated word she murmured into the captain’s ear was a word of treason. Every caress was an offer of temptation, of sin And every response the man gave, and oh, the Arrancar could tell he was trying, trying hard not to respond to her, to control himself, his emotions, his desire. But this Arrancar knew no man who could sit through such a thing unaffected, and this man, though he acted as ice, was no exception. Her voice, low and sulty, affected a croon as she pressed even closer against Kuchiki Byakuya, one hand still tangled in his hair and the other… she would not be so crass.
“I win, Byakuya.” She intoned softly, trying not to smile too broadly. The man was stiff underneath her, and she supposed he really shouldn’t have allowed one of the conditions of his challenge to be that she could employ whatever means she wished. Then again, the Privaron didn’t even understand why he had issued such a challenge. But that was no matter. A blow to his pride had been what she was aiming for, and from what she was feeling here… that had been achieved.
Byakuya frowned. He really hadn't expected the Arrancar trash to be able to interest him in the least. A failed bet was a failed bet. After glaring, Ciruicci's smile almost began to anger him. It was so idiotic and full of pride. He hoped he didn't look like that when he smiled. He wasn't going to show his emotion though. He pushed off the Arrancar. "Take your victory and go. I will keep my side of the bet. Never let it be said that one of the Kuchiki clan has backed down."
He laid back and took a deep breath. "Take this piece of information with you. When this truce is over, you will be the first I will kill. I will seek a fight with none other but you."
Cirucci peeled herself away from the 6th division’s captain both willingly and reluctantly, oh, but she wanted to rip into that pride even more. Standing, she smirked, full of a pride of her own, though hers was probably considered much more selfish.
“I could care less about whether you announce such a thing to the rest of this City.” The Arrancar straightened her dress, it had gotten a little mussed in the two minutes she had been allotted to elicit such a reaction from the stoic captain, but even as she did so, she was slowly undoing a hidden snap, starting to pull the middle section of the dress away from the rest, beginning to expose the skin beneath as she spoke, leisurely, as if what she were doing were completely natural. “And as for fighting you, you already know what I did to that vice, even with her limit break and myself not at full power. Seek me later if you feel like dying.” She had dropped the characteristic third person references; as she did when she was completely serious, and even avoided the modicum of respect she gave Rangiku in the presence of anyone who may tell Aizen.
Byakuya snorted in derision, hoping to irritate the Arrancar. "Don't get to cocky. With her limit broken, I am still far beyond Matsumoto in terms of power." He smirked at her proud face, thinking of something ironic. "You wouldn't even last 2 minutes against me."
Cirucci would give the man this. He recovered quickly, she noted with a long glance below the belt. But the recovery time had not been the point in this case. With a shrug, deft fingers still were undoing snaps, peeling away the top of her dress, now revealing the pale curve of her breasts.
“I’d love to try that, sometime, Byakuya.” She was intentionally far too familiar with his name, letting it roll off her tongue as she would someone she was usually intimate with, though the very idea of consummating anything with a shinigami was enough to make her want to retch.
"Will you put your clothes back on? I don't think I can stand a moment more of your presence." He got up and walked to the door, making it obvious as to what he wanted. He didn't care much about how he looked. He just wanted the scum out of his sight, so he could ponder on his mistake and remember to never make a decision such as this again.
She couldn’t resist a smirk, walking towards the door after him with a noticeable sway in her hips, though she was making no effort to redo the snaps on her dress, pulling the fabric aside, in fact, just as she drew level with the captain.
“Byakuya,” She murmured, voice sweet, one hand reaching out to brush a lose strand of black hair from his face even as she pulled the clothing fully out of the way, revealing what she’d been meaning to all this time. The black lined hole straight through her body, nestled between and just below her breasts, evidence of what she was. “I just wanted to remind you how devoted you were, to your dead wife.” Cirucci’s words were becoming acrid. “And what exactly managed to arouse you.”
Byakuya's hand quivered at his side. He itched to grab Senbonzakura and have her finely diced. Only reasonable sense kept him from commiting such a faux pax. However, his reiatsu completely let go. His was only second to Aizen and in anger, was absolutely choking at short distances. On his face was an absolute display of anger. Even more than when he was fighting against Kurosaki Ichigo.
Cirruci immediately flared her own reiatsu in response, though more of her concentration when into maintaining the thin façade of calm on her face, managing to appear perfectly fine, when, she had to admit, his reiatsu was in fact impressive. But she couldn’t release her sealed sword to draw on her Hollow form’s power here, so she settled with the illusion of her own cool confidence. “Sensitive, Byakuya?” She murmured, one finger slowly tracing the outline of the hole where her sternum should have been. “Or was your…” She gave a level gaze towards his crotch before meeting his eyes again, her own lidded. “… control not as much as you had hoped?”
Byakuya's face dropped from angry to being completely blank. "Get....out." He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her out. "Remember. Two minutes. My reward will be your death."
The Arrancar went without fuss, turning about once she was clear of the door and leisurely beginning to redo the snaps on her dress, a seductive smile still on her features. “I’ll see you around then, Byakuya.” She said, the landscape of the building behind her viewable through the hole in her chest. And before she turned to leave she left one final remark.
“Hope your dear wife isn’t rolling over in her grave.” And with that, Cirucci was gone, making sure to take shreds of the captain's pride with her.