A pleasant day in her company was all he could ever ask for. So busy he was with his duties and she her own, beyond being his wife, but that need to visit the Rukongai to find that precious thing left behind. He could never be upset for that. What made her happy made him just as much and while he worried, wished he could do so much more for her, he would do all he could, even if, in the end, it was simply soothing her heart.
Rukongai was not known for its safety, and he was no stranger to the dangers of his work or name, but perhaps this time he was just a little too complacent, drawn by her smiling face and their few precious moments together that he missed it until it was too late.
He'd always known Hisana had a strength he could never possess, a survival instinct that no noble shinigami could possibly develop, but to see it in a flash, before his eyes... it wasn't his pride that was wounded, when her adversary, and his, now, regardless of who his target was, fell. He only knew the clench of fear around his quickly beating heart. Was it not his job to protect her?
And as one moment passed to the next, that fear inside gripped so tightly he thought he might be sick. What might have been comical in some story shot pain through his very core and when her eyes met his, he gave in to that fear, rushed forward, forgetting about the man who lie unconscious and those that might be around. "Hisana...!"
All he could do, then, was grab her and hold her close, mindful of the sword still in her, desperately trying to calm himself to remember even common sense. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind raced too fast for him to understand anything it was telling him.
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Rukongai was not known for its safety, and he was no stranger to the dangers of his work or name, but perhaps this time he was just a little too complacent, drawn by her smiling face and their few precious moments together that he missed it until it was too late.
He'd always known Hisana had a strength he could never possess, a survival instinct that no noble shinigami could possibly develop, but to see it in a flash, before his eyes... it wasn't his pride that was wounded, when her adversary, and his, now, regardless of who his target was, fell. He only knew the clench of fear around his quickly beating heart. Was it not his job to protect her?
And as one moment passed to the next, that fear inside gripped so tightly he thought he might be sick. What might have been comical in some story shot pain through his very core and when her eyes met his, he gave in to that fear, rushed forward, forgetting about the man who lie unconscious and those that might be around. "Hisana...!"
All he could do, then, was grab her and hold her close, mindful of the sword still in her, desperately trying to calm himself to remember even common sense. But no matter how hard he tried, his mind raced too fast for him to understand anything it was telling him.