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It'd been a long time since the two had met like this, seemingly even longer since they'd locked lips. Retsu's mouth welcomed the kiss as if it was only natural to respond to it, and it was left partly open when Kenpachi pulled away. As he spoke, she brushed her tongue lightly over her lips.

"Of course, I was just reminding you. Maybe if I say it enough times, it will actually stick into your head." She smirked slightly, showing that while the words insinuated that she thought he was stupid, they were simply playful jokes. As her arms wrapped around Kenpachi's waist, Unohana marvelled over just how comfortable she felt with the man despite their... Interesting shared past. Retsu shook her head lightly, tossing away the memories for now.

"How have you been? It's been a while since we last talked properly." It was true, though they'd met each other in passing, but she'd been far too busy tending to students who'd injured themselves to talk. With the winter snow came ice, and with ice came accidents. Now was the first time in a while her office was empty, and she welcomed the break.

“Yup.” He closed the space between them a little more and kissed her roughly on the lips. He knew exactly why why she was laughing, this wasn’t a side of him that other’s got to see often. When people heard the name Kenpachi, the they associated him with words such as barbaric and blood-thirsty. Yet, when he was with her, he could be tender or at least try to be. 

“Oh come on now, quit givin’ me a hard time. I told ya I was sorry, woman.” 

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kenpachi--zaraki replied to your post: -walks in Nurse's office- Oi! Retsu.

“Oh…I uh…forgot. Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck before walking over to the shorter female, bending down a bit as he wrapped his large arms around her frame. “Just came by to see ya is all.”

Deep blue eyes widened slightly in surprise as Kenpachi's large arms encompassed Unohana's body, but the expression soon softened into a warm smile. "Is that so?" She chuckled, tilting her head upwards to look at his face.

"Well, it's nice to see you... Although..." Her smile took on a slightly cheeky appearance, her voice a joking tone. "Do knock next time."

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-walks in Nurse's office- Oi! Retsu.

Unohana had been bent slightly over one of the beds which lined one side of her office, tidying it as an occupant had very recently left, when her visitor (quite rudely) barged into the room without so much as a polite knock on the door. She stood, straightened out the creases in her clothes and smiled.

"It would be nice if you knocked before you entered, Kenpachi-san. It's only courteous."

"Now, what is it you would like?"

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The leers and cruel words the gray faces sent her sensei's way was too much. Hinata hated seeing such a lovely teacher being treated in such a manner.

So, to remind her that she was appreciated, she gathered some flowers and took them to the nurses office. With a gentle knock on the door, she poked her head in and smiled softly.

"A-ano...Unohana-sensei...I brought these for you. And..I just wanted to say..thank you for taking care of us when we are not feeling well."

Unohana had been sorting through some of the students' medical files when she heard a gentle knocking at the door. Although she had not been expecting any specific visitors, being the Nurse she was not in the least surprised to have someone come in... Though she was a little surprised at the reason for this visit. 

The Healer smiled brightly at the young girl's words and accepted the gorgeous bouquet gladly.

"Thank you, Hyuuga-san," She chimed, placing the white blooms into a vase she kept on her windowsill. "They are beautiful... And it is really no bother. Healing is a job I love, so I'm happy just seeing the smiling faces of my patients."

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Sin.

The sickly-sweet stench of freshly spilled blood filled Unohana's nostrils, the metallic taste of it contaminated her mouth. Deep blue eyes slowly turned, looking for a sign which could tell her something of where she was, why she was there in the first place, but all she saw was a deep haze. A shimmering silver fog swirled around her as if its sole purpose was to stop her from seeing. It filled the sky, the ground, everything around her; She tried to sense the presence of another being, yet the fog seemed to lock even that meagre ability. With a frown, the woman closed her eyes and sighed, wondering what kind of a practical joke this was. Surely she knew no one who could perform something so elaborate? Then again, in Iwakiri anything seemed possible. 

Drip.

Huh? Twilight blue orbs snapped open, Unohana's hand slowly rose to her cheek. Wasn't that... She was sure... Yes, she was correct. Her hand moved away from her face with a drop of liquid smeared on the index finger. Water? Another cold globule hit her, this time on the hair, followed by another. Several more came after those, each coming in quicker succession than the previous until they became a downpour. Retsu turned her face upwards towards what could now only be described as a chilling rain, only to be greeted by the sight of a dark, overcast sky. No more was the obscure mist, not there anyway.

"Captain!"

Surprised, Unohana looked away from the falling rain and towards the echoing male voice. Through the mist, a figure was running towards her until he stopped just a couple of metres away. Through the light haze she saw his crew cut, heavy jaw, stocky build. It was one of her subordinates, one of those from back then.

"It's utterly hopeless... We've turned Rukongai upside down but we will never find someone strong enough to placate you!"

"So... You have figured out my real intention..." The words escaped her lips as if they were not her own, not at all of her own volition. They sounded hollow, echoing and hazy just as the words of the other Shinigami did--It was as if she was listening to the conversation through a thin wall, even though she seemed to be participating in it. The strangest sensation she'd felt in a long time, she noted. 

Rainwater soaked into her hair, making her head feel heavy. It dripped down her face and into her eyes, drenching her uniform. The whole thing had her wishing she could simply cast off the cloth which was clinging uncomfortable to her skin, yet she somehow knew that even if she tried it wouldn't work for some reason.

"Just how long... Has this mound of bodies been here?" Again, words tumbled out of Unohana's mouth even though she hadn't willed them to though this time they came with sight. Involuntarily she had turned and out of the haze a mountain of corpses had materialised, grotesque and stinking of blood. She looked on through half-lidded eyes, unfased by the display... That is until she saw him. The years since this sight had greeted her eyes couldn't possibly be counted easily--Long, thin limbs; scraggly, matted hair; torn cloth for a tunic; that sword, so much too big for his small stature; those eyes, so wild and full of battle lust. All of these she remembered so clearly, so perfectly, that the young Kenpachi stood clearer than anything else in this bizarre dreamland. He towered above her, standing on the corpses like some malicious spirit or god of destruction, terrifying reiatsu rolling off him in waves... And then he was upon her.

She didn't scream in pain as the jagged blade entered her chest, her body merely stood still as the ragged child began to transform before her. It grew taller, wider, stronger, more intimidating. The clothes morphed, first into a torn yukata, then into a plain Shinigami uniform, then into a Captain's uniform... By the time the tsuba of his blade had almost touched her collar bones, before Unohana stood the version of Kenpachi Zaraki she knew today and when he spoke, it was clear unlike the voices she'd heard before.

"It's your fault."

The blade in her chest was twisted harshly to the side,and it was then that she screamed. The pain, the agony, coursed through her like poison, destroyed her entirely until she could be nothing but a pathetic wreck. She tried to force words out of her mouth but now that she needed them they had decided to fail her. She forced them through the screams, yet they merged with the high pitched sound, lost to anyone who many have been around. I'm sorry, she thought as tears rolled down her face. Her shaking hands reached out towards Kenpachi, aching to touch him but, just as they reached him... He vanished, along with the pain and screams, dissipated entirely into a newly-formed darkness.

And then Retsu opened her eyes.

Her face was wet, her chest bore a lingering ache and her hands hung oddly in the air but she was laying in bed. With a shaky sigh, she dropped her arms and used then to help herself sit up. Her hair hung loosely around her face, obscuring it slightly in darkness, as she sat hunched over, sheets tangled around her legs. The thin nightdress she was wearing had become undone, exposing her skin to the moonlight which shone in through the window. Almost automatically, the Healer slid her legs off the side of her bed, stood, then tied up her night clothes before walking towards the curtained glass door which led to the small balcony she enjoyed spending time on every so often. Arms dropped onto the sooth stone of the parapet as Unohana leant onto it, another sigh escaping her mouth as a swirling cloud of white. She gazed up at the waning moon, trying to push away all thoughts of the strange dream out her mind.

However, she couldn't help wondering: Why now? Why had such an odd thing come to her in the middle of the night at the end of such a perfectly normal day? Then again, it was only a dream. There wasn't any need for explaining it. It would simply vanish from her mind as soon as she got busy with something else...

"If only it were that easy..." She said to the moon, her hand balling into a fist between her collar bones, covering the scar which ached with the pain of a distant memory.

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KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON POSTERS

(Supposedly humorous) Gotei 13 version

UNOHANA RETSU

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i dont think that theme of yours is even acceptable any more

I shall use  whatever "theme" I like, Anon-san.

ooc:Mama stop being a moody cow omg.

I think you're right, Anon. A theme change may just be in order. :|

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Holy mother of God, Unohana-san, you creepy bitch.

Do not refer to me by such vulgar names, Anon.

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nOPOOOOOOOOO DoNT KilL keNpaCHI yOU CRaY HoOOOoOO

I don't understand your language, Anon-san. Would you care to repeat in a more comprehensible form of speech? Or should I fix your inability to form coherent sentences myself?

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*Stares at from safe hiding place. Very scared but very safe.*

Is something the matter, Anon-san? I can help you get out of there, if you'd like. It looks rather cramped.

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Bleach 523

Shunsui: I fully understand that it'll cost one of you your lives...

Me: No no no that can't happen how can they hook up then

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ooc: (Mun & muse)

Omg.

OH MY GOD.

OH MY GOD!!

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!!!!!

MAMA UNO IS SCARIER THAN I THOUGHT

WHAT IS THIS

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*Beeeeeeep* Please hold, the caller has currently become unresponsive due to an exceeded feelings capacity. We advise to try calling again later. Thank you! *Beeeeeep*

Ichi:

 I think they broke Kami.

Nnoi: Yup.

Mama Uno:  I think she'll be just fine.

Nnoi/Ichi: 

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Truth or Dare?

Hmmm? I suppose... A truth wouldn't hurt? 

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Mun update time!!!! How are you doing, Mun? And what do you look like now?

It is nice to see that Mun-san has individuals who care for her her health. I believe that she is doing well in... Most respects. Thank you for asking. /smile/

It's like Mama Uno said, I'm doing fine... Not much worse from the usual~ (ouo; ) Thank you for asking, Anon.

As for how I look... 

This is me in my new lolita clothes... Yes, I'm wearing contacts and a wig, too. :PP

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Yachiru-san! Are you and Kenpachi-san an item now?

I'd prefer it if you didn't refer to me by that name, Anon-san.

As for matters between Kenpachi-san and myself, that is a private matter and therefore none of your concern.

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"Baby it's cold outside..." [[Open]]

Humming a festive tune, Unohana Retsu was sitting at her dressing table with a small smile playing on her lips. Soft fingertips traced circles with moisturising cream on her slightly pinkish, newly-cleaned face. It was a part of her facial routine, something she never skipped out on in daily life. How else would anyone expect their skin to remain healthy? Of course, they couldn't. Unohana knew that better than most, having existed for so long. Of course, she wasn't old... Simply mature, more so than most. She'd seen more, experienced more, had more chances to experiment with skin routines and all her years had left her with the simple--Cleaning the skin and moisturising, tea-tree oil and the occasional outing to a spa or onsen. Perfect.

Moisturiser nicely absorbed into the skin, Retsu's hand wandered leisurely across the polished wood until it came to a smallish glass bottle of ivory-coloured liquid. She took the foundation and pumped an amount she deemed right onto her fingertips and dotted the liquid around her face, leaving patterns on her skin much like some form of tribal war paint. Retsu chuckled. That was a good description of make-up, war paint. It was one she'd heard many a time before from several women, used on special occasions or when they were going out on the hunt for a male partner. Retsu had no need for that, but tonight most certainly was a special occasion. 

While she spread a pale champagne coloured base eye shadow, the Violent Flower thought of what the event would be like; It seemed the theme would be wintry, Christmas-y, with mistletoe hangings and platters of what would most likely be delicious food. Retsu would be lying if she said she wasn't looking forward to it, even if she had no official date. Dark emerald traced the outer crease and corner of Unohana's eyes and pale gold dusted over her whole lid. Happy with the effect, she continued by applying a generous, but not overkilled, amount of mascara and patting a translucent powder into her face to mattify the skin before applying lipstick of a subdued nude-based red colour. Mhmm, looked about right. Now for the hair.

Pulling up the majority of her hair into a long high ponytail, Retsu's thoughts drifted off to a particular night on a certain beach when her hair was left wild and untamed... Much like herself. Unohana swallowed harshly and couldn't help the pinkish tint that coloured her cheeks. It was most certainly an... Intense night when not only her hair was let loose but also herself, her personality. More accurately, the personality she'd buried inside herself for hundreds of years. With a sigh, Retsu dropped her hands and looked into the mirror with an accusatory expression on her face. Anon or not, she should have known better.

"Stop worrying yourself," She scolded herself, forcing a hum of "Jingle Bells" back into a voice box. It cheered her up a bit. After sliding two hair pins into the large bun now resting at the back of her head, Retsu stood to walk to her closet, where she found the dress she had picked out for this evening; A deep green-coloured satin number with brownish faux fur decorating the neckline. It was funny how realistic faux fur was nowadays, as this looked and felt as if it had come off a real animal. The Healer stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her soft curves until it covered her matching satin green strapless bra and zipped up the side. Shoes were next--Black with mid-high heels, trimmed with the same colour faux fur as her dress. A small, narrow bag lay on a shelf near the closet, this she took and held in both hands in front of her abdomen before looking in the mirror.

Happy with the outcome, Unohana draped a cloak-like coat over her shoulders and pulled up the fur-lined hood before stepping outside into the cold. And was it freezing! Her breath rose up in hazy clouds of mist, into the lightly falling snow. She stood looking up, a small smile gracing her face as she thought of the lyrics of a human song. She sang in soft tones:

"Baby it's cold outside..."