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tampered2008-12-08 10:40 pm
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log; ongoing
When; December 8th, afternoon
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sciencedaughter] & Ishida [anti_buttons]
Summary; Cursed, Ishida, in his own way, has offered a bit of company for the shinigami that he can excuse as not quite violating his vow to have nothing to do with shinigami. After all, she was created, and thusly, had no choice in the matter. Completely justifiable.
Log;
Nemu did not... "get out" much.
This was something that had just always been so. Why? Not so much because of her time, because yes, she worked often, but she did have time. She had time, and yet she chose to do nothing in that time that was hers and hers alone. Hobbies, entertainment... very rarely did she indulge. Why? Of course, because of him, because of Mayuri-sama.
Was it wrong of her, to always have that in the back of her mind, knowing that no matter what she did, how she grew, how she learned or felt, the minute she returned to his side, it would all be for naught? No, she would not- could not think so. ... She tried not to think so.
A soft mewl, and the false shinigami looked down. The cat had... grown. Still young, but no kitten. A pale fingers moved, slow, and curled under it's chin, eyes soft and distant. She was waiting, but Nemu was no stranger to waiting, on a bench in a park, or in the hallway of a lab covered in blood and someone else's pain.
Rating; PG
Characters; Nemu [
sciencedaughter] & Ishida [anti_buttons] Summary; Cursed, Ishida, in his own way, has offered a bit of company for the shinigami that he can excuse as not quite violating his vow to have nothing to do with shinigami. After all, she was created, and thusly, had no choice in the matter. Completely justifiable.
Log;
Nemu did not... "get out" much.
This was something that had just always been so. Why? Not so much because of her time, because yes, she worked often, but she did have time. She had time, and yet she chose to do nothing in that time that was hers and hers alone. Hobbies, entertainment... very rarely did she indulge. Why? Of course, because of him, because of Mayuri-sama.
Was it wrong of her, to always have that in the back of her mind, knowing that no matter what she did, how she grew, how she learned or felt, the minute she returned to his side, it would all be for naught? No, she would not- could not think so. ... She tried not to think so.
A soft mewl, and the false shinigami looked down. The cat had... grown. Still young, but no kitten. A pale fingers moved, slow, and curled under it's chin, eyes soft and distant. She was waiting, but Nemu was no stranger to waiting, on a bench in a park, or in the hallway of a lab covered in blood and someone else's pain.