Post by Munemasa Iroka on Oct 24, 2023 21:38:58 GMT -5
Even though Fuuko had violently jammed the hilt of her zanpakutō into Iroka's side, when the latter started trying to throttle her, the carrot top, despite her naturally frail body, would not have let go. Or to put it more accurately, the thing in control of her body. But whether it was due to the sudden sensation of pain at being struck in the side, or Iroka expending a good deal of willpower, or most likely a combination of both, Iroka had regained control.
This was what she had feared the most: the Hollow taking control of her. And here was the worst place for such a thing to happen. Hopefully no one, except Fuuko had felt any Hollow reiatsu, because that would probably be a kill-on-sight sentence for her. Inwardly, she could hear Mushoku cursing violently and swearing up a storm, but that seemed to be all the Hollow could do for the time being. There was a lot of rage she could feel from the Hollow, but deep down, buried beneath the rage, there was something else, a feeling she was all too familiar with: pain. For the meantime, though, there was little she could do about it.
Iroka continued to cry, even as Fuuko drew her hands away from her face and consoled her. Fuuko's gentle hug was quickly returned, and though Iroka was aware of her friend's injuries, she hugged Fuuko as tightly as she could afford to, without hurting her. Her in-depth knowledge of the workings of the human body served her well here, for she could tell how much pressure she could put into the hug, and where she could put that pressure. But her knowledge of medicine was just an afterthought. For now, she was just going to cry and unwind all the emotions coiled up inside her.
Eventually, after a bit of time, Iroka's sobbing ceased, and Fuuko drew back to look at her tear-stained face, asking her if she was alright. The carrot top nodded with a sniff, wiping her face with one of her sleeves. Even as she listened to her sister's words, Iroka thought of how blessed she was to have such a friend. "I know, Oni-chan, I know," she answered softly, looking fondly at the blonde. "But I don't want you to bear the burden for both of us. I won't allow it!
If you're going to bear my burdens, then you must allow me to bear yours, if I can. You see, it's why I want to be Vice Captain, because I can't have everyone taking care of me, you especially. If there's anything I'm certain of, it's your love for me. But I'm not going to be a parasite and leech off your large heart." Of course, she knew Fuuko would not see it that way, but Iroka had always hated having people do things for her. "I want you to be you as well. So we'll help each other and shoulder each other's burdens, and we'll just be us." She held Fuuko's hands gently. "Sisters. To the end. I'm going to become Vice Captain, so hurry up and become Captain soon!"
Satoshi Fuuko
This was what she had feared the most: the Hollow taking control of her. And here was the worst place for such a thing to happen. Hopefully no one, except Fuuko had felt any Hollow reiatsu, because that would probably be a kill-on-sight sentence for her. Inwardly, she could hear Mushoku cursing violently and swearing up a storm, but that seemed to be all the Hollow could do for the time being. There was a lot of rage she could feel from the Hollow, but deep down, buried beneath the rage, there was something else, a feeling she was all too familiar with: pain. For the meantime, though, there was little she could do about it.
Iroka continued to cry, even as Fuuko drew her hands away from her face and consoled her. Fuuko's gentle hug was quickly returned, and though Iroka was aware of her friend's injuries, she hugged Fuuko as tightly as she could afford to, without hurting her. Her in-depth knowledge of the workings of the human body served her well here, for she could tell how much pressure she could put into the hug, and where she could put that pressure. But her knowledge of medicine was just an afterthought. For now, she was just going to cry and unwind all the emotions coiled up inside her.
Eventually, after a bit of time, Iroka's sobbing ceased, and Fuuko drew back to look at her tear-stained face, asking her if she was alright. The carrot top nodded with a sniff, wiping her face with one of her sleeves. Even as she listened to her sister's words, Iroka thought of how blessed she was to have such a friend. "I know, Oni-chan, I know," she answered softly, looking fondly at the blonde. "But I don't want you to bear the burden for both of us. I won't allow it!
If you're going to bear my burdens, then you must allow me to bear yours, if I can. You see, it's why I want to be Vice Captain, because I can't have everyone taking care of me, you especially. If there's anything I'm certain of, it's your love for me. But I'm not going to be a parasite and leech off your large heart." Of course, she knew Fuuko would not see it that way, but Iroka had always hated having people do things for her. "I want you to be you as well. So we'll help each other and shoulder each other's burdens, and we'll just be us." She held Fuuko's hands gently. "Sisters. To the end. I'm going to become Vice Captain, so hurry up and become Captain soon!"
Satoshi Fuuko
