[sometimes when the ghosts start replying all for conversations she's only half aware of... well... It's enough to get her concern up. once things die down, she sends a message meant for Ichigo]
[it's not fair when he's invisible, and so she's left trying to find where he is. but those fingers are a clue, at least. something that she can find. she pulls herself closer to him-- accidentally a little more quickly than she would have liked. but. spatial sensing.
Still, she can leverage that reach a hand up to his face, and to pull it down, closer to her.
And it... well, provides a very quick clue that the only thing she's wearing is her shirt.]
It's too bad she can't see his face, because he just went redder than his hair - but after a moment of internal deliberation, which only takes a micro second, honestly -
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
Honestly? he's willing to do anything she wants him to, and he thinks she knows that. Or at least, he hopes she does.]
[For a lot of the others, this is a day when they get back their memories - and he saw enough of how she acted in public to be worried enough to go and see her.
So he's going to her room, knocking on the wall like he always does.]
[this time, she sits up from her bed. She's only dressed in that same loose t-shirt, and her panties again. She looks, well, genuinely pleased that he's there.
she stands up, and looks in the direction of the knock, her hand reaching out for him.]
[He reaches back, his fingers interlocking with hers almost instantly, the roughness of his hand very apparent.
Of course, he had an immediate reaction to seeing what she was dressed in - even if she can't see him, the outfit is like...well. It's like a jumpstart to the libido.
[When Makoto comes back to her room from the meeting, she'll see Ichigo there - his hair over his shoulders and dangling as he leans over papers he's set out on her desk, totally absorbed in them.
[He startles at her saying his name - but then his shock vanishes as he realizes who it is, his light brown eyes staring into hers as he tilts his head up behind him.]
...Oh. Makoto! Sorry, I was just - you weren't in, so I let myself in to wait for you.
[His voice and manner of speech is a little rough, but it's also still polite in some ways - but more than that, she can hear him, now.
She can also see him more clearly, with the long scar from his shoulder trailing down to his side visible from the slit in his Shihakusho.]
[she can. And she could cry a little bit at that, honestly. But she won't. She leans up and, and gently butts her forehead against his. Now that she can see him, she can do things like that. She can see his reactions, she can just take in who he is.]
If you'd told me, I would have come back sooner. I was led to believe you were busy-- and I wasn't sure when I'd get to see you until later.
What are you looking at?
[and she keeps her hand on his back, but this time, sliding over beside him, so she can look at the papers as well.]
[He smiles as she presses her forehead against his, happy to see her focus on him for once - and oh, his smile makes his features even better, softening those eyes of his. He doesn't say anything, but it's clear he appreciates her closeness.
The papers talk about ways to access the brain - it's mostly based on human anatomy, but it's clear that it was written with getting to The Resort's brain in mind.
It's also very clearly not his - it's not his handwriting, and it's done in purple ink.]
Ah...These are the papers Szayel wrote up, about speculating on where the brain is and how to get to it. I - want to get into the brain, Niijima.
[He looks over at her, his gentle smile fading into a much more serious expression.]
I think it's the only shot we've got at keeping The Resort alive long enough to get Gabe out of there - by attacking the source of the current inflammation, which would be a bunch of white blood cells.
[she looks over the papers, and lifts one up as he says that. As much as she wants to do other things (and not all of them lewd), she knows that they really should focus on this. Their time is running out. She picks up of the papers, looking over it.
It's way too in depth for the level of knowledge she'd have about anatomy, but it makes basic sense to her.]
I see...
You know I want to help, right?
[she places the paper back down and turns to look at him more fully.]
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THURSDAY, WEEK 4
Ichigo, can I talk to you?
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[He's cleaned himself off by now, at least.]
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[aka, please come to her room.]
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[It doesn't take long, and soon he taps on her wall, inside her room, pretty close to her.]
I'm here, Niijima. What is it?
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... I have a... slightly embarrassing confession.
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He immediately takes her hand, his calloused fingertips running against her own.]
I'm listening.
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Still, she can leverage that reach a hand up to his face, and to pull it down, closer to her.
And it... well, provides a very quick clue that the only thing she's wearing is her shirt.]
... Can we-- maybe... try something new?
You can kiss me for yes.
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It's too bad she can't see his face, because he just went redder than his hair - but after a moment of internal deliberation, which only takes a micro second, honestly -
He leans in, pressing his lips to hers.
Honestly? he's willing to do anything she wants him to, and he thinks she knows that. Or at least, he hopes she does.]
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Week 5, monday
So he's going to her room, knocking on the wall like he always does.]
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a set of notes?
yeah. she doesn't want her memories erased. again.]
... Ichigo?
[the other ghosts don't warn her when they're visiting.]
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There's a ding on her tablet.]
Yeah. It's me.
How are you doing?
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... If I tell you, you can't tell anyone. Especially not Akira. I-- don't want to push him to his limit.
[it's not good. it's obviously not good.]
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[There's the feeling of a ghostly hand over hers - to give her some support.]
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I feel ready to snap in half. Why am I here? How can any of us even think of working for this fucking--...
[she bites off the word, but her hand tenses under his.]
I hate them so much. I just want to destroy them, let something new take its place.
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We work for them because we have no other choice. Well, no. There is a choice - but that means dying here and letting your soul go back to your world.
[He pauses, and then-]
But destruction might not be the answer here. Changing it is - and we have allies to help us there.
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Wednesday, Week 5
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He knows what this is for. Or at least, he's sure he knows what she wants.]
I'll be right over.
[And just like before, it's not long before she hears the knock on her wall.]
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she stands up, and looks in the direction of the knock, her hand reaching out for him.]
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Of course, he had an immediate reaction to seeing what she was dressed in - even if she can't see him, the outfit is like...well. It's like a jumpstart to the libido.
Whatever she has planned for him, he's ready.]
Week 6, sunday
Hm.]
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well, for once, her nosiness can wait.]
Ichigo.
[a word of warning, before she wraps her arms around him from behind]
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[He startles at her saying his name - but then his shock vanishes as he realizes who it is, his light brown eyes staring into hers as he tilts his head up behind him.]
...Oh. Makoto! Sorry, I was just - you weren't in, so I let myself in to wait for you.
[His voice and manner of speech is a little rough, but it's also still polite in some ways - but more than that, she can hear him, now.
She can also see him more clearly, with the long scar from his shoulder trailing down to his side visible from the slit in his Shihakusho.]
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If you'd told me, I would have come back sooner. I was led to believe you were busy-- and I wasn't sure when I'd get to see you until later.
What are you looking at?
[and she keeps her hand on his back, but this time, sliding over beside him, so she can look at the papers as well.]
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The papers talk about ways to access the brain - it's mostly based on human anatomy, but it's clear that it was written with getting to The Resort's brain in mind.
It's also very clearly not his - it's not his handwriting, and it's done in purple ink.]
Ah...These are the papers Szayel wrote up, about speculating on where the brain is and how to get to it. I - want to get into the brain, Niijima.
[He looks over at her, his gentle smile fading into a much more serious expression.]
I think it's the only shot we've got at keeping The Resort alive long enough to get Gabe out of there - by attacking the source of the current inflammation, which would be a bunch of white blood cells.
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It's way too in depth for the level of knowledge she'd have about anatomy, but it makes basic sense to her.]
I see...
You know I want to help, right?
[she places the paper back down and turns to look at him more fully.]