![]() ![]() You meant everything for him and he was the happiest captain after you became his and only his. ![]() He could see how your heart was breaking and not only yours. The moment you saw him, your beloved man, kissing another woman. The way your eyes widened at the scene before you. He was always friendly, always supporting others. Jushiro never saw something bad in people. He was too focused to make you happy, too focused on his work and god, he was too naive. The images of what had happened minutes before were still racing in his mind. The most precious person in his life was gone. He was deep in thought and the reason was simple. Sitting alone in his room, Jushiro was looking out of his window. Losing you Jushiro Ukitake x ReaderLosing you The cunning spark in your eyes reached for the corners of your mouth and twisted them upwards in a facetious smile that made the male frown, bright orbs following the curve of your lips askanc You'd always liked Sherlock's candor, blunt and emotionless, so straightforward in its conceit it held no regard for the damage it often did to others. "You are my enemy, so it doesn't matter." A proud statement laced with spite to further emphasize the sincerity its beginning held. His cup of tea was placed down with a distinct clink as his sharp eyes narrowed in a dismissive manner. Sherlock Holmes was looking at you, confident yet calm, placid like your self-proclaimed profession of a criminal hadn't ruined countless lives and your current inquiry wasn't making the consulting detective quirk a quizzical brow at your jovial countenance. ![]() "If I wasn't your enemy, would you have feelings for me?" Crossed legs and a steaming cup of black tea you'd very politely requested of your host. The fellow novice dodged before attackinĪll That Matters Kadar was the one to make the first move as he swung his sword down at his opponent. He watched closely as the two young men hopped into the ring with their practice blades and took their places, “And begin.” Standing off to the side of the ring with his arms crossed as he observed his students. “Kadar, Hadi, step into the ring and begin your match,” Rauf instructed. Many novice assassins littered the training grounds as they worked to improve their skills and impress their brethren. The assassins enjoyed the peaceful morning as they loitered, watched, or studied. Everything seemed to be at ease, especially for the assassins. The cool morning spring air felt refreshing for those who were out and about. Quick note: From now on when characters are speaking in English you will see ~""~. Eijirou caught one in his hand too, and lifted it to his nos laughed and held her hands out to catch the blossoms. The cherry blossoms in Musutafu were in full bloom, cheery pinks and whites in fluffy bundles atop tree trunks, bright polka dots strewn across the vibrant green of the grass and sparkling blue of the slow-moving river.Īnother breeze came, this one just a little fuller, and a string of blossoms loosed from their roosts, raining down on Eijirou and, soft pink petals floating down, slow but spinning frantically, whimsically. "It smells amazing," she said, closing her eyes. Her dress, with white ruffles, a celebration of spring, flounced as she sat underneath a tree, and put down her backpack.Įijirou grinned and sat next to her, felt a cool breeze caress his face in the mild heat of the springtime sun. It all melted away once you opened them again, the spring morning sun illuminating the dust mites in the air as you tossed yet another shirt on tĮijirou watched as rushed ahead, locating the perfect spot for them to look at the cherry blossoms and the waterside. You could close your eyes and inhale and it was almost as if he was right there in front of you-fresh out of the shower smelling like his coconut shampoo. They still smelled like him-burnt matches and cinnamon and that terrible cologne you had bought him for your first Christmas together that he insisted on wearing anyway. Or the shorts he wore on your trip to the beach, when he fell asleep on the sand and ended up looking like a lobster for the following month. Not when that stupid Hawaiian shirt reminded you of your first date at the fair-awkward and sweetly innocent. A virtual mountain of laundry was beginning to pile up in your living room, but you could not bear to throw it away. You knew the universe was taunting you when, even months later, you were still finding clothes he had left behind.
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