With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Shinji sighed. He wasn't going to woo her, she knew that. "I really will jus' go back ta sleep," He said, but he wouldn't. The curiosity had burrowed deep into his chest, and he could literally feel it burning him up. Worst came to worst, he'd rush her, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to do anything, actually. And this wasn't the normal lazy Shinji. This was Shinji confused. If he rushed her, would she get mad? If he stood here and did nothing she would get mad... If he talked to her she'd get bored. The hell was he supposed to do here? That's where he was having his issue.
He scratched the back of his head, and looked at her incredulously. "Wha' excatly is it ya want from me? Ya know how I am, I ain' magically changin' 'r somethin'..." He said, staring and shaking his head. He was lazy. It was definitely a part of him, and it wasn't gonna go away, unless it was so horribly important, that he couldn't help but do it.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
With that Aina disappeared, appearing in front of Shinji she grinned as Shinji's Haori flapped and settled around her. She kissed the tip of his nose, "Like anyone could change you," she said affectionately. It wa true, other then harrassing Shinji about his mother and occasionally going out and ding somethin Aina didn't even try to get Shinji to change. And why would she, she had known him all her life, she knew who he was. And she liked him for that, "And, you're such a bum," she added beforejumping backwards. "Fine, I'll show you," she continued burying the tip of her blade in the ground. "Bankai," she spoke and the ground began to rumble as dust began to collect around Aina. The length of her blade began to change, taking on the form of what looked like a long handle that extended twice as long as her blade had been.
Her other hand wrapped around the pole of her weapon, it was too heavy for even her to weild with one hand. Then as her muscle strained she pulled the rest of her weapon fron the ground. The giant head of a war Hammer, silver bursted from the ground as Aina settled the weapon on her shoulder. If it hadn't looked so dangerous it might have been a little amusing about how large the weapon was compared to the Shinigami holding it.
"Watch this," Aina called out to Shinji, a wicked look in her eye as she stomped the ground, it bent and broke to the for of her stomp and a giant chunk of earth flew up into the air, which Aina promptly slammed it with her hammer, sending the carriage sized hunk of rock and dirt straight and Shinji.
Shinji's eyebrows were up, and his eyes were wide. She wasn't bluffing at all. Not too much of a surprise, she had always been powerful. What shocked him was the ridiculous size of the hammer, and then soon after, the size of the rock she freed, and the force with which she could move the hammer. He was almost caught completely off guard.
But, he wasn't that slow, even if he hadn't expected it. He moved to be right next to her, and whistled. "Damn," he said, his eyes slanted, as he looked down at her. "Now, I ain't one ta brag, but tha' hammer, an' you usin' it, makes for one sexy bankai."
He grinned as he said it, and kissed her cheek. "Aren't ya glad ya showed me, now I can hide it from everyone with ya. We both know I won' blackmail ya, or nothin'!"
He grinned more widely as he looked at her. He'd never do that, of course, but it was fun to play with. "Seriously, though," He said, his grin fading, "Ya can't tell anyone, or you'll be stuck as a captain, an' we'll neveh even have time ta see eachother. That'd suck," he said, grinning again as he reached his point.
"But, now that I know an' all, did ya even wanna keep sparrin'? No real point, I already got tha prize, so we can go lay a ton of paperwork on Aizen, righ'?"
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
Aina's cheeks turned crimson, obviously like the compliments from Shinji as she held her hammer behind her and rocked back and forth on her feet. She also couldn't help but be pleased at the trees that had gone down after Shinji had stepped to the side. She then grinned, Shinji had totally hinted that she was sexy, always running around with what he really meant. "Please Jee-chan, you're the first that will try to blackmail me, propably to get your slippers, tea, clean your robes, the usual things you make Aizen-sama do," she told him cheekily her arm loosely wrapping around his waist.
"Psh, why do you think that only you and Urahara-Taichou are the only ones who know. I don't want to be a Captain, or a Vice Captain. I just want enough respect to get my shop for glassblowing and get away from the politics of the Gotei 13. Well expect for your politics, but anyone else I could care less about," she stated and with her free hand ran a hand through her hair.
"Plus if Hiyori-san ever found out, she'd probably blame either you or Urahara-Taichou and then beat the crap out of you. Not to mention she probably would constantly challenge me to fights, and that would be so tiresome," Aina added looking a little bored, "That and I would never be able to get away and see you if I was Captain," Aina pouted a little, resting her forehead on Shinji's shoulder and letting out a sigh.
"Nah, lets not spar anymore, it was just a ploy to get you out of bed anyway," Aina said and smiled up at Shinji, "Can we sneak sake into his tea again? Drunk Aizen-sama was the best."
"Hiyori'll just beat me up, anyways," Shinji sighed. It never ended, really. Of course, half the time- er, most of the time, he instigated it. But still, it got old. He smiled as she leaned her head against his arm. He loved her touch... So much...
"Yes!" He yelled, his eyes practically jumping out of his head, as she gave him the best idea ever. Again. "You're a terrible person, y'know. People say I'm bad, an' here ya are wan'in' ta trick mah vice captain inta gettin' smashed. It's scary, y'know? Wha' the hell do people even say 'bout me?"
He grinned as he thought of the ridiculous things that must be assumed, if he was considered to be quite the character, and she was this insane. Oh, the things that they must say... And the things they'll say about her once word got around. He grinned even wider. She'd never hear the end of this.
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
"If you're impressed with that idea, I guess Aizen-sama never told you that someone snuck in women of the night and hid them in his room, who did it still remains a mystery, considering they had to sneak them over...or erm, under the gate without anyone seeing," Aina said deviously her grin once again matching Shinji as she wrapped her arms around his arm. "Or the other time that someone lined his Zanpaktou with grease just to watch him try to spar," she let out an innocent cough, her eyes shining as she looked at Shinji. "Not like someone hasn't spiked his tea before, I'm sure his reports were off that day anyway," which was true, after all twenty pages filled with circles and doodles might have giving Shinji some idea what happened.
"Well," Aina said looking thoughtful, she wasn't the type to listen to gossip, but one couldn't help but over hear some things about Shinji, "Lazy, ignorant, stupid, lazy, a bum, would be worth something if he wasn't so lazy, um have I said lazy yet. Though creepy enough Aizen says your perfect, he's like your biggest fan, in a weird stalkerish way I guess," she shrugged, "But who are we to judge, we're the only ones who seem to not like him."
Shinji's eyes and smirk grew wider, and wider, and wider, as Aina went over her ridiculous list of bad things that just seemed to 'happen' to Aizen. Shinji really thought the guy needed to be watched... Something was off. So, he kept him far enough away just to see, never truly letting him close enough for Shinji to truly know him, or vice versa. It was a decent enough plan, he supposed.
"Ever'one else thinks tha guy's perfect, 's why I ain't too sure... He's too perfect. Always where he's supposed to be, always prompt, always workin'. Never makes time for 'imself, an' no sane person doesn' make time for themselves. Even Captains, other 'n me, do that. 's jus' weird," Shinji said, pulling his mouth into a strange sort of frown. He wasn't sure that him thinking all this was good, or not, but nobody would listen to him, anyways. As Aina had mentioned, Shinji wasn't exactly the manifestation of the ideal captain, yet here he was, standing in the position.
"An', anyways..." He began, his grin returning, "Now ya get to have me all over ya in public, 'n people are gonna talk 'bout how ya settled for a lazy stupid ignorant bum. 'S it feel good?" He grinned widely. He wasn't bothered, of course. What do people really know?
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!
"I don't know, he acts friendly enough to my face, but sometimes," Aina paused chewing on the inside of her cheek, "I catch him looking at me, like studying me like I'm some sort of test subject. Not like in admiration, or even lovesick, like something he wants to claim. It really bothers me, that's why I sneak into your living quarters most of the time so I don't have to deal with him," she shrugged making it seem like no big deal. But the frown on her face said something different. When she saw Aizen she felt like he was planning something, and she didn't like it. Then again she wasn't as good at figuring people out like Shinji. "Lets not talk about him anymore, we'll just get paranoid and end up leading a spy on Aizen, drunken party again."
"Psh, you're too lazy too keep up with me in public just to grope me, when you know perfectly well it's easier just to wait until I show up in your room," she rolled her green eyes and gave Shinji a playful shove, "And don't sell yourself short, you became a Captain and held your position this long, you must have talent. Plus, I think people other then our parents have been betting on when we finally just get together. Or kill each other, damn and I put money on us killing each other too!"
"That ain' very nice." Came the sugary-sweet voice of the unseated child. One had to wonder how much he had heard of their conversation. But it didn't really matter, it wasn't like he was close to the fifth division's lieutenant, right?
As always, Gin's fox-like mask revealed absolutely nothing.
"Ah' have ma' money on gettin' married." Gin's slit-like eyes quirked a bit, his hand expectantly reaching out with palm up towards Aina. "But Taichou's too lazy ta' propose."
"Piteh', realleh'." The silver-haired boy pouted before thinking for a moment. "Maybeh' ah' should bet on ya' killin' each other. Ne, wha' happens if both happen?"
"... Der' should beh' a category fer' that." Ichimaru concluded, before turning to the blonde-haired man. Gngh.... that long hair was just not fitting, somehow. "Ya should get yer' hair cut, taichou, yeh' look like a... n' no disrespect, bum."
Well he did, were it not for the nice clothing, Shinji Hirako would look like a street rat.
"Nah, I'll show ya, Aina," Shinji said, with a grin, "You jus' wait n' see."
And, at almost that exact moment, Gin came popping out from the trees. Shinji gave him a rather slanted look, but it was gone in a moment. He was sure something was off about Gin, too... But it wasn't something he'd ever bring up to Aina, she'd probably kill him.
"I think we shoul' open a new poll with Gin here's lil addition," Shinji grinned, "The murder marriage." He frowned as Gin insulted his hair, and gave him a quick lookover, but he couldn't quite bring himself to combat the child with words. Shinji felt it was slightly unfair. "An' what if I wanna look like a bum?"
Our bed becomes a grave before we blow ourselves away!