Log, Ongoing.

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When: Sept. 3, afternoon-ish
Rating: PG!
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku [10thdiv_haineko] and Asato Tsuzuki [saccharine_end]
Summary: Rangiku shows Tsuzuki the goods.
Log:



For once in his life, Tsuzuki was punctual.

Though rarely late for most things, he even surprised himself with the speed at which he readied himself to leave, wandering out of the apartment building and down the street. Surely he would have gotten lost had it not been for the (somewhat vague) description given to him by the woman he was supposed to meet. But he hadn’t, and even that was a feat in itself.

And inside, Tsuzuki was excited. A new friend and pie, plus the location of a place capable of producing mass quantities of the sweet treats he undeniably loved. All at once! Surely no one could turn down such a thing, and he didn’t have that odd fluttering in his stomach about this person he had yet to properly introduce himself to. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing after all, even despite Tatsumi’s severe reprimanding.

Pacing, Tsuzuki pulled his trench coat a little tighter and watched the sky, interested in the way the wind felt blowing through his hair, waiting.

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Tsuzuki never had been particularly good with multi-tasking, especially when it came to eating and talking, so he merely nodded in answer as Rangiku spoke. Focusing all of his attention on the pie, however, almost seemed redundant. And rude. It was a wonder no one smacked him on the head for it as he swallowed and searched for one of the napkins that had come with it instead of using his sleeve.

Unable to help himself, “Field? What kind of work’re you into?”

Settled with the question, he leaned back a little and finally noticed that he’d cleared his plate with nothing less than sad dismay.

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With a smile, she motioned to the waitress and ordered him another piece of pie, then sent her on her way. Her hands lifted the sake dish to her lips so she could sip slowly as she pondered how much truth to tell him.

"Well, I deal with the dead, if you must know, usually in spirit form."

Information like that usually did one of two things. One- they were instantly facinated, or two- they wanted to get the hell away from her as quickly as possible.

She was interested to see how he reacted.

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Instantly, he perked at the sound of her ordering more pie, smiling appreciatively as he settled even more comfortably into his seat. Tsuzuki knew he’d been on the verge of opening his mouth to answer when what she said finally sunk through his skull.

The dead? Spirit form?

Only one word came to mind at the mention of that, and almost disbelieving, he leaned forward, face rather serious as he murmured it, curiosity thick in his voice, “Shinigami?”

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She propped her elbows on the table, cradling her cheeks in her palms. "You're a smart one. Yes, shinigami. You'll be shocked at some of the people you'll meet here in the city."

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Certainly she hadn’t thought that had been what he’d meant?! Tsuzuki was completely and utterly stuck, shocked. Maybe just a little excited because…

Well, he hadn’t thought to think there were more shinigami besides those that worked in JuChoOh. Technically, he hadn’t even bothered asking, too caught up in his own job to really pay attention. Tsuzuki shook his head.

“No, it’s…” Maybe it’d be okay if he told her, since she was a shinigami, too. Tatsumi would HAVE to forgive him. Right? “I am, too. Second Division.” He then offered a rather wavering smile.

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Blue eyes blinked once, betraying a little shock before she tilted her head a little.

"No wonder your power felt similar... I'm Tenth Division, but you're not one of us... well. Us, as in from where I'm from."

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Tsuzuki had to laugh at that. Yes, he was excited, and he briefly wondered what power these other shinigami (there were more?!) possessed compared to those he acquainted himself with. He really liked Rangiku now. So much so that he ignored the pie the waitress had set at the end of the table.

“How…how many more? Are they here?” It was difficult to ignore the animated way he talked, drawing attention from the few who cared to look, and Tsuzuki smiled.

He couldn't wait to tell Tatsumi.

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Ever the officer, she merely smiled and shrugged. "Oh, a few of my comrades are here... most just recently arrived in the city." She reached over and pushed the pie to him.

"I knew there had to be other kinds of us, but I never imagined I'd meet one."

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Who would have thought? Other shinigami. Here.

Tsuzuki continued ignoring the dessert, even after Rangiku pushed it towards him. He merely commenced poking it, trying to rake in all the new information he’d just heard. Eventually, he managed to nod in response.

“Me, too. I mean…” Tsuzuki absently licked at the filling on his fork. “There are a lot of us in Meifu, but…” He shrugged, still unsure how to explain what he wanted to say. In fact, he wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to tell her.

“Uh….heh.” He ran his hand through his hair, smiling.

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She found it easy to answer his smile.

"There's a lot of us in Seireitei, too... I'd love to find out how things are different for each of us... "

Her sake was forgotten in lieu of good conversation.

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Another pleased laugh left his throat.

“I was thinking the same thing!” And suddenly, as if remembering something, he frowned, rubbing at his chest. Briefly, Tsuzuki wondered why he thought of Hisoka before turning on his smile again. He didn't want to think about that now.

“You can’t read minds, can you?”

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An unladylike snort was his answer. "Not likely. I don't think any of us can do that... maybe a touch of empathy at times, but not flat out telepathy. We've all got... different gifts."

She trailed off, wondering if she should be so easy with volunteering information.

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“Empathy…” The word slipped from his mouth before he could stop it, thoughts settling heavily on everyone at home. Watari, even Terazuma. And he missed Hisoka, the word bringing a flood of memories he wasn’t sure how to handle at the moment.

Tsuzuki forced a quiet laugh.

“Gifts? Some might think them worse than those curses you were talking about.” He wasn’t going mention that he was one of them…

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She didn't miss the strained sound, nor did she ignore the growling voice in her mind. Haineko sensed power in him and she shared what she knew with her mistress; Ran's head tilted to one side and her eyes glassy for a moment.

She blinked again, clearing away the haze before she smiled up at Tsuzuki. "I suppose it all counts on how you look at it. I know I consider mine a gift."

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He didn't want to talk about this.

His shikigami were restless again, and Tsuzuki had a difficult time suppressing the loud questions being directed at him in hopes to be answered. There was no way he was going to ask Rangiku that. In fact, he really didn’t have the mindset to ask her anything else, and he wondered why the café seemed so much smaller than it had been just minutes prior.

“I’m sorry. I…should probably be going now. Tatsumi might worry, and I didn’t leave a note.” Tsuzuki rubbed at his hair, feigning embarrassment, hoping the abrupt departure wouldn’t cause suspicion.

Of course, if it was one thing the shinigami had been born without, it was tact.