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Log; Complete
When: April 30th, backdated
Rating: G
Characters: Isane {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fishcake_dreams} and Kiyone {better_third}
Summary: Kiyone awakens for the first time after her death, the elder Kotetsu by her side.
Log:
She had drugged herself, to sleep. Hadn't been able to, otherwise, laying curled on the floor beside her sister's bed. Yumichika and Ikkaku had come by, to help her clean up. Izuru had come, to watch her. All of them had... been kind. Even Ikkaku hadn't been as abrasive as usual. But Kiyone hadn't noticed, laying cold and still. Isane had healed her, closed the wounds and bandaged her, as expertly as she knew, probably even more so than usual. It was her sister. And the guilt... it consumed her. If only she'd come home when she'd asked. If only she hadn't been out with Izuru, being selfish... if only she'd not been angry about that human boy, if only, if only- But now they were all gone and the only sound was her own breathing and the sullen tick, tock, tick, tock. But it would... it should be soon. Isane shot a forlorn look at Kiyone, sitting leaned against the bed and holding her hand, cold and rigid. Small. ... So small.
It was the cold Kiyone felt first, the first thing she could remember during the ascent into consciousness. Isane always liked to keep the apartment cool - it felt more like home, like the halls of the fourth, she would say. But Kiyone hated it. She had never enjoyed the cold, and it felt as if Isane had messed with the temperature controls again. Now if she could just move, just get up and fix it...
She cracked her eyes open slowly. Had it ever hurt so much to do that before? Had it ever taken so much effort? And then a breath. She had to take a breath to speak, to call for Isane. The sound that came from Kiyone's mouth was dry, hoarse, and not her own. She swallowed and tried again. "... Isane?"
"Kiyone..." Isane's grip on her sister's hand tightened as she sat up abruptly, rising to her knees and hovering into the other's field of vision. Her eyes were red, she'd been crying, that much was obvious. Her sleep had been deep, thanks to the medications, but she still had the look of one who had not slept for a long time, worry and grief darkening under her eyes and painting worry across her brow. She knew, what it was like to die at Arrancar hands, had felt the blade of Cirucci Thunderwitch pierce her breast even as she watched Kira Izuru fight off Il Forte Grantz. Knew the bone deep chill and the ache of breath. But all she could do was murmur her sister's name, trying not to envision the black ribbon she had been forced to untie from her neck the day before.
Even though Isane had dried her face, Kiyone could tell she'd been crying, and all at once, memories of what had happened the night previous came flooding back. She could still feel it, the pain intense and ripping and she moved a stiff arm across her abdomen. Whole. Of course, it would be. If Isane was by her side, it mean she'd already been healed. She cleared her throat again rasped out her sister's name, followed by a softer "I'm sorry." Kiyone didn't know what else she was supposed to say. She wasn't exactly familiar with dying and awakening the next day. She supposed the apology would suffice, at least for the incovenience and grief she was sure her death had put upon Isane.
"... You don't have to be sorry." Isane's voice was low, trying to be soothing, but it was husky, raw from crying. She squeezed her sister's hand gently, trying to keep herself calm. "... The Arrancar- It's not your... fault." The silver braids she wore dangled down, the beads reflecting the faint lights of the dimmed lamps. "... I'm sorry." Her breath hitched a bit in her throat. "I- You asked me to come home and I didn't... if I had been here..." The vice captain trailed off, but anyone could fill in the blank as she averted her eyes guiltily.
"No... Isane, don't." She tried to lift her arm and wave a hand in front of her face, in attempt to dispell the absurdity that any blame lay on her sister. The limb was heavy and protested the movement, and Kiyone could only give a weak flick of her wrist. "It wasn't your fault, either. It probably would have happened even if you had been here, so..." She squeezed Isane's hand reassuringly. "No apologies from you."
The medical vice smiled wanely, trying to be positive. She'd been dead before, and... well, she still didn't know by who, but someone had given her life back to her, and... now it would be her turn, it would be easy to give something for Kiyone. "If you don't want them, then." She offered weakly. "Do you need anything?" A small nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that the human boy, Masaki, had been black ribboned the day before. Tell her? Don't tell her? ... She didn't need to know yet, it was too soon, she'd just woken up...
"Ah-" Kiyone propped herself up on her elbows, flexing muscles that felt like they hadn't been used in ages. "Some water, I think. Or some tea, please." She slid up on the bed, sitting upright. A little stiff, a little cold, but they were feelings she knew she'd have to get used to. And really, it wasn't that bad so far. Isane had seemed like she could handle it and Kiyone was determined to do the same.
Isane hurridly stood, nodding far more enthusiastically than she probably needed to. "Ah- Yumichika and Ikkaku came by-" She neglected to mention Kira, since that had caused grief between them, "And Yumichika made some tea, I'll go get it, okay?" She bustled out, not letting her worry slip back until her face was turned away.
Kiyone was amused at the thought of Yumichika making tea, and she laughed softly, albeit a little painfully, at the image in her mind of the fifth seat doing something so domestic. If those two had come... She wondered who else had been there. Taichou, she thought. He would have come. And maybe Rangiku... Definitely Kira, definitely. She made a mental note to ask Isane when she returned with tea if Masaki had come to see her. It was almost... surprising not to see him there now. No doubt Isane had just refused to let him in. Kiyone decided she'd have to fix that.
Isane grimaced a little at the sight of the pot of cold tea. ... Maybe for novelties sake? She grabbed it anyway, her hands had been shaking too badly to make a cup on her own earlier, and picked up two glasses, heading back into the bedroom. "Now... Yumichika did make this, so..." She tried to laugh a bit as she poured two cups and offered one to her sister. "It's not the best, but... it's the thought that counts."
Kiyone took the proffered drink and put it to her lips. She was hesitant to try it, especially after Isane's testament, but- If Yumichika had been kind enough to make it, she figured it would only be polite to take at least one sip of the tea. After a deep breath, she tipped the cup up, taking a long, gracious swallow and proceding to nearly spit it back out. "It's the thought that counts," she gagged, holding out the cup for Isane to take back. She'd almost rather be thirsty than drink anymore.
Isane smiled a bit. She was taking this well, good, good... She sat the cup down but drained her own, not even registering the taste really, just going through the motions. ... She wondered. Ukitake-taichou seemed intent on killing the female. ... That left the male to her. Itegumo rumbled assent in the back of her mind from where the blade was sheathed at her hip, always there. In the City, the blade never left her side, not to eat, to walk, to drink, or even sleep. "Mm, they came by, and so did Ukitake-taichou, he was really worried about you."
"Ah, he was worried?" Kiyone shook her head. "I hope you all weren't too worried. I'm alright," she said, one hand lightly patting her midsection. "Patched up, good as new and everything, yeah? Nope... nothing to worry about." She drifted off into silence. Kiyone didn't really know another way to take the recent events - dying and coming back - other than well. "Mm... Did Masaki come, too?"
"No." Isane's answer was immediate, almost forceful but not quite. Her hands gripped tightly at her knees, turning to fiddle with the medical box, rearranging bandages and checking pill bottles, counting out colorful medications and taking three aside. "He hasn't come."
"Oh," Kiyone replied softly. She began to fiddle with blanket in her lap, twisting the fabric, knuckles turning white with the effort. "I'm... sure he's just busy. He'll be by later, though," she said. It was hard to tell who she was was trying to reassure - Isane, or herself. She eyed her sister's movements. "Are those for me?"
No he won't. But that was only a thought. "Yes." Isane turned and proffered the three pills, colorful numbers with small imprints of the 4th division's flower. "Sleep, relaxation, and a vitamin." She smiled slightly, proffering the cup of questionable tea.
Kiyone studied the pills in the outstretched hand for a momen. Sleep, relaxation, and a vitamin. "I'll take the last one," she decided, holding out her own hand and smiling. "I just woke up, Isane, and I really don't want to be all sleepy when Masaki comes. Bad manners, right? You're always getting on me for having them."
"No, you'll take all of them." Her voice was business-like, professional, as it usually was when she slipped into her methods of healing at the 4th division. "You'll go right back to sleep, real sleep, and if he comes he can be told you're resting and come back later."
She withdrew her hand. "Come on, Isane. I don't want to sleep anymore! If that wasn't real sleep, I honestly don't know what is. I'll take the vitamin and nothing else. Busy or not, I'm sure he's worried about me, and I want to see him as soon as he gets here. So." Kiyone offered a hand again. "Only the vitamin."
Isane frowned and her voice hardened. "When under the care of the vice captain of the 4th division, you'll take what medications you're told." What she really meant was 'he died too, and I don't know how to tell you.'
Kiyone hated when her sister went into healer-mode; hated the way Isane pulled rank to get her to take medicine or stay on proper bedrest when all she wanted to do what get back to Ukitake-taichou's side. Couldn't let that idiot Kotsubaki get the best of her because Isane wanted her in bed. "Only the vitamin," she reiterated.
"Kiyone..." Isane murmured, reaching out and taking her sister's hand. "You really should-" But then the kidou she'd prepared silently, she was capable without chants with the kidou she used frequently in her line of work, a kidou meant to knock a patient into unconsciousness, went of, sending the third seat slumping back into her pillow. "... you really shouldn't try and get out of taking your medications." She finished with a sigh.
Rating: G
Characters: Isane {
fishcake_dreams} and Kiyone {better_third}Summary: Kiyone awakens for the first time after her death, the elder Kotetsu by her side.
Log:
She had drugged herself, to sleep. Hadn't been able to, otherwise, laying curled on the floor beside her sister's bed. Yumichika and Ikkaku had come by, to help her clean up. Izuru had come, to watch her. All of them had... been kind. Even Ikkaku hadn't been as abrasive as usual. But Kiyone hadn't noticed, laying cold and still. Isane had healed her, closed the wounds and bandaged her, as expertly as she knew, probably even more so than usual. It was her sister. And the guilt... it consumed her. If only she'd come home when she'd asked. If only she hadn't been out with Izuru, being selfish... if only she'd not been angry about that human boy, if only, if only- But now they were all gone and the only sound was her own breathing and the sullen tick, tock, tick, tock. But it would... it should be soon. Isane shot a forlorn look at Kiyone, sitting leaned against the bed and holding her hand, cold and rigid. Small. ... So small.
It was the cold Kiyone felt first, the first thing she could remember during the ascent into consciousness. Isane always liked to keep the apartment cool - it felt more like home, like the halls of the fourth, she would say. But Kiyone hated it. She had never enjoyed the cold, and it felt as if Isane had messed with the temperature controls again. Now if she could just move, just get up and fix it...
She cracked her eyes open slowly. Had it ever hurt so much to do that before? Had it ever taken so much effort? And then a breath. She had to take a breath to speak, to call for Isane. The sound that came from Kiyone's mouth was dry, hoarse, and not her own. She swallowed and tried again. "... Isane?"
"Kiyone..." Isane's grip on her sister's hand tightened as she sat up abruptly, rising to her knees and hovering into the other's field of vision. Her eyes were red, she'd been crying, that much was obvious. Her sleep had been deep, thanks to the medications, but she still had the look of one who had not slept for a long time, worry and grief darkening under her eyes and painting worry across her brow. She knew, what it was like to die at Arrancar hands, had felt the blade of Cirucci Thunderwitch pierce her breast even as she watched Kira Izuru fight off Il Forte Grantz. Knew the bone deep chill and the ache of breath. But all she could do was murmur her sister's name, trying not to envision the black ribbon she had been forced to untie from her neck the day before.
Even though Isane had dried her face, Kiyone could tell she'd been crying, and all at once, memories of what had happened the night previous came flooding back. She could still feel it, the pain intense and ripping and she moved a stiff arm across her abdomen. Whole. Of course, it would be. If Isane was by her side, it mean she'd already been healed. She cleared her throat again rasped out her sister's name, followed by a softer "I'm sorry." Kiyone didn't know what else she was supposed to say. She wasn't exactly familiar with dying and awakening the next day. She supposed the apology would suffice, at least for the incovenience and grief she was sure her death had put upon Isane.
"... You don't have to be sorry." Isane's voice was low, trying to be soothing, but it was husky, raw from crying. She squeezed her sister's hand gently, trying to keep herself calm. "... The Arrancar- It's not your... fault." The silver braids she wore dangled down, the beads reflecting the faint lights of the dimmed lamps. "... I'm sorry." Her breath hitched a bit in her throat. "I- You asked me to come home and I didn't... if I had been here..." The vice captain trailed off, but anyone could fill in the blank as she averted her eyes guiltily.
"No... Isane, don't." She tried to lift her arm and wave a hand in front of her face, in attempt to dispell the absurdity that any blame lay on her sister. The limb was heavy and protested the movement, and Kiyone could only give a weak flick of her wrist. "It wasn't your fault, either. It probably would have happened even if you had been here, so..." She squeezed Isane's hand reassuringly. "No apologies from you."
The medical vice smiled wanely, trying to be positive. She'd been dead before, and... well, she still didn't know by who, but someone had given her life back to her, and... now it would be her turn, it would be easy to give something for Kiyone. "If you don't want them, then." She offered weakly. "Do you need anything?" A small nagging voice in the back of her head reminded her that the human boy, Masaki, had been black ribboned the day before. Tell her? Don't tell her? ... She didn't need to know yet, it was too soon, she'd just woken up...
"Ah-" Kiyone propped herself up on her elbows, flexing muscles that felt like they hadn't been used in ages. "Some water, I think. Or some tea, please." She slid up on the bed, sitting upright. A little stiff, a little cold, but they were feelings she knew she'd have to get used to. And really, it wasn't that bad so far. Isane had seemed like she could handle it and Kiyone was determined to do the same.
Isane hurridly stood, nodding far more enthusiastically than she probably needed to. "Ah- Yumichika and Ikkaku came by-" She neglected to mention Kira, since that had caused grief between them, "And Yumichika made some tea, I'll go get it, okay?" She bustled out, not letting her worry slip back until her face was turned away.
Kiyone was amused at the thought of Yumichika making tea, and she laughed softly, albeit a little painfully, at the image in her mind of the fifth seat doing something so domestic. If those two had come... She wondered who else had been there. Taichou, she thought. He would have come. And maybe Rangiku... Definitely Kira, definitely. She made a mental note to ask Isane when she returned with tea if Masaki had come to see her. It was almost... surprising not to see him there now. No doubt Isane had just refused to let him in. Kiyone decided she'd have to fix that.
Isane grimaced a little at the sight of the pot of cold tea. ... Maybe for novelties sake? She grabbed it anyway, her hands had been shaking too badly to make a cup on her own earlier, and picked up two glasses, heading back into the bedroom. "Now... Yumichika did make this, so..." She tried to laugh a bit as she poured two cups and offered one to her sister. "It's not the best, but... it's the thought that counts."
Kiyone took the proffered drink and put it to her lips. She was hesitant to try it, especially after Isane's testament, but- If Yumichika had been kind enough to make it, she figured it would only be polite to take at least one sip of the tea. After a deep breath, she tipped the cup up, taking a long, gracious swallow and proceding to nearly spit it back out. "It's the thought that counts," she gagged, holding out the cup for Isane to take back. She'd almost rather be thirsty than drink anymore.
Isane smiled a bit. She was taking this well, good, good... She sat the cup down but drained her own, not even registering the taste really, just going through the motions. ... She wondered. Ukitake-taichou seemed intent on killing the female. ... That left the male to her. Itegumo rumbled assent in the back of her mind from where the blade was sheathed at her hip, always there. In the City, the blade never left her side, not to eat, to walk, to drink, or even sleep. "Mm, they came by, and so did Ukitake-taichou, he was really worried about you."
"Ah, he was worried?" Kiyone shook her head. "I hope you all weren't too worried. I'm alright," she said, one hand lightly patting her midsection. "Patched up, good as new and everything, yeah? Nope... nothing to worry about." She drifted off into silence. Kiyone didn't really know another way to take the recent events - dying and coming back - other than well. "Mm... Did Masaki come, too?"
"No." Isane's answer was immediate, almost forceful but not quite. Her hands gripped tightly at her knees, turning to fiddle with the medical box, rearranging bandages and checking pill bottles, counting out colorful medications and taking three aside. "He hasn't come."
"Oh," Kiyone replied softly. She began to fiddle with blanket in her lap, twisting the fabric, knuckles turning white with the effort. "I'm... sure he's just busy. He'll be by later, though," she said. It was hard to tell who she was was trying to reassure - Isane, or herself. She eyed her sister's movements. "Are those for me?"
No he won't. But that was only a thought. "Yes." Isane turned and proffered the three pills, colorful numbers with small imprints of the 4th division's flower. "Sleep, relaxation, and a vitamin." She smiled slightly, proffering the cup of questionable tea.
Kiyone studied the pills in the outstretched hand for a momen. Sleep, relaxation, and a vitamin. "I'll take the last one," she decided, holding out her own hand and smiling. "I just woke up, Isane, and I really don't want to be all sleepy when Masaki comes. Bad manners, right? You're always getting on me for having them."
"No, you'll take all of them." Her voice was business-like, professional, as it usually was when she slipped into her methods of healing at the 4th division. "You'll go right back to sleep, real sleep, and if he comes he can be told you're resting and come back later."
She withdrew her hand. "Come on, Isane. I don't want to sleep anymore! If that wasn't real sleep, I honestly don't know what is. I'll take the vitamin and nothing else. Busy or not, I'm sure he's worried about me, and I want to see him as soon as he gets here. So." Kiyone offered a hand again. "Only the vitamin."
Isane frowned and her voice hardened. "When under the care of the vice captain of the 4th division, you'll take what medications you're told." What she really meant was 'he died too, and I don't know how to tell you.'
Kiyone hated when her sister went into healer-mode; hated the way Isane pulled rank to get her to take medicine or stay on proper bedrest when all she wanted to do what get back to Ukitake-taichou's side. Couldn't let that idiot Kotsubaki get the best of her because Isane wanted her in bed. "Only the vitamin," she reiterated.
"Kiyone..." Isane murmured, reaching out and taking her sister's hand. "You really should-" But then the kidou she'd prepared silently, she was capable without chants with the kidou she used frequently in her line of work, a kidou meant to knock a patient into unconsciousness, went of, sending the third seat slumping back into her pillow. "... you really shouldn't try and get out of taking your medications." She finished with a sigh.