don't you listen to those old conventions
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blood_crowTitle: Stiletto
Warnings: ...None.
Shopping was not a term Tia Halibel had been familiar with prior to living in the Human World. Being somewhere other than Hueco Mundo was strange enough on its own without the added foreignness of human culture. She was yet to decided whether she preferred the bleached surroundings of her previous home -- black sky that never changed, hanging above barren sands -- to that of the colorful and lively Karakura town. Or maybe she could not decide because she felt, and knew, that she belonged to neither one.
After the war had ended she could have gone back to Los Noches, but she hadn't because there was nothing left for her in that place. She had been there for Aizen's cause, one that died on the heel of his last breath. The other surviving Espada had gone off on their own, and so she had done the same. Where one chapter ended another one begin; in this case, it begin in Karakura.
The transition didn't run as smoothly for her as she would have hoped. In a new world that was so unlike the one she'd come from, it was hard to comprehend and relate to a lot of what went on around her. But whatever struggles she faced she internalized, keeping the troubles for herself and no one else. She'd never been open with her thoughts or feelings, and a change of scenery would not change her.
Not completely, at least. Over the months she slowly grew accustomed to the ways of the Human World, enough that she could go about her own business without having to wonder about everything around her. She'd even had a gigai made, by an exiled shinigami she'd come to know as Urahara Kisuke. She didn't like using it, but she knew that if she wished to remain in Karakura town that she'd have to. It would preserve her spiritual pressure, as well as allow her to mix with the humans. Of course the blond man had fashioned it after her released form, because she couldn't walk throughout Karakura with a large bone fragment stretching from her mouth to her breasts. To her hidden pleasure he kept the tattooed three in place, and etched twin thunderbolts along each cheek.
Even with her mask gone while wearing the gigai, she still preferred shirts with high collars that covered her neck and the lower half of her face. After a few weeks of staying at Urahara's shoten and observing the inhabitants there, she found a companion in the red-haired Nova. He too wore clothing that was similar to her own, and that wasn't the only thing they seemed to share. The man's disposition mirrored hers, quiet and reserved. She appreciated his introverted personality, and was content to sit with him in silence without the need for idle talk.
Of course it wasn't long before she ran into old enemies. She had recognized the bespectacled Vizard immediately when the woman approached her, along a quiet street that ran adjacent to the river. The sun made the transparent plane of her glasses glint, but Halibel could still see the Vizard's level, teal colored eyes.
We never finished our fight, the woman had told her, arms crossed over her chest and with her pleated skirt caught in a gentle wind. The blond Espada had replied with a simple Hai, then followed when the raven-haired Vizard walked away.
They continued where they had left off during the war, in a strange basement hidden below a worn down warehouse. She'd seen a basement like that before, below Urahara Kisuke's basement, and had fought another woman there; one with golden eyes and a cat-like mischief. Then the atmosphere had been almost...playful, though none of it on the Espada's part. Here the atmosphere was heavy, held down by the intent stare of seven sets of eyes when she and the bespectacled Vizard had entered.
The others watched them fight, and to Halibel it seemed to be some sort of acceptance test. She had no need or want for it, but she did have an interest in finishing what had been interrupted all those months ago. They both came away with their lives because neither of them had a reason to kill the other, not now. After that the former Espada found herself to be on decent terms with the eight Vizard. She liked to keep to herself, and they liked to keep to their group, so it wasn't often that she saw them. At first she didn't seek them out, but over time one of them would cross paths with her and she'd end up in their basement again, either to spar or just to be there.
After a long while of acquainting herself with their company, she'd visit them of her own accord.
It was only a few weeks after that the "shopping" incident happened. She'd been with Lisa at Urahara's shoten when a young girl came to see him. And not just any girl, but the human Aizen had taken during the war -- Inoue Orihime. Halibel wasn't surprised to see that the girl was still alive, and she watched the redhead silently from the corner of her eye. By the sound of things she was looking for Kurosaki Ichigo, but Halibel had no interest in that, nor did she have any real interest in Inoue. Her attention was being drawn to the shinigami who was with the girl.
She knew that shinigami. The one who had engaged her three fracción... She couldn't think of the woman's name, couldn't remember if she'd ever even heard it, but she recognized the long ginger hair and large bust. Yes, that was the woman who attempted to fight her fracción -- the one who had failed miserably.
"Matsumoto Rangiku," the raven-haired Vizard said beside her. Halibel turned her vibrant gaze on Lisa, whose own eyes were intent on one of her mangas. The former Espada glanced at the erotic reading material, then looked to the shinigami once more.
"I'm surprised that she's still alive. My fraccións' Allon tore her apart."
The corner of Lisa's mouth quirked, and at the same moment the ginger-haired woman turned her head towards them. Her eyes were large and her mouth formed what looked to be an absent-minded moue. Halibel didn't think the shinigami had heard them, if her inattentive expression was anything to go by. But suddenly the woman's pale eyes became keen, and a smile curled her rosy lips.
"Yadomaru-san! Fortunate timing, you being here saves me a trip," the shinigami said in light voice, turning away from the human girl and striding towards them. She had her slight hands resting on supple hips, and when she cocked her head sideways her long hair swayed. The Vizard to whom she was speaking paused long enough in her reading to glance up, looking past the rim of her glasses.
"Coincidence, not luck, Matsumoto. My order came in today." Tapping the cover of her manga with a slim finger, Lisa offered the other woman a faint smirk.
"Ooooh? Let me see!"
The ginger-haired shinigami sat down on the other side of Lisa, leaning in close so her breasts brushed the other's arm. Halibel watched as the two of them looked at the Vizard's erotic manga, Matsumoto laughing with a hushed soprano. She pressed closer to the raven-haired woman while pointing at a page, and Halibel was prepared to get up and leave them be when -- without warning -- blue eyes peered at her from around Lisa.
Full lips parted faintly, then formed a soft "o," realization apparent in the woman's gaze. Straightening abruptly, the movement causing her breasts to bounce, she stared openly at Halibel.
"The Espada..." Matsumoto murmured, her voice barely audible. "You didn't tell me one of the Espada was hanging around Karakura!" she added loudly, looking at the Vizard accusingly.
"Why would I? You haven't been around in months," Lisa replied without looking away from her reading. "Not that I would have told you anyway."
"Yadomaru-san," the other woman whined, pouting. She didn't wait for any kind of response, simply looked past the Vizard and at Halibel. Her thin brows were knit together, and the blond Espada spied something close to apprehension and caution in the shinigami's gaze. If she had recognized the ginger-haired woman, did Matsumoto recognize her in return?
Coolly, with her expression never changing, she stood up slowly from the place she'd been sitting. She wondered why the woman looked so wary, if it was for the simple fact that Halibel was an Espada, or if it had anything to do with their brief history. No, Matsumoto Rangiku had not fought her directly, but the shinigami had gone after her . If the latter were the case, that would be absurd. The ginger-haired shinigami had been nothing to her fracción, had posed no real threat, and had inflicted no real harm. Halibel had observed that the woman was little more than a helpless child during that battle. She bore no grudge to this shinigami, and why should she? It hadn't been Matsumoto Rangiku who killed her fracción. It had been the elder--
No. It had been Aizen.
A frown touched Halibel's mouth at the thought, scarcely. It was hidden behind the collar of her jacket, and she made sure to keep her gaze unmoved. The ginger-haired shinigami continued to look at her, and the look of her blue eyes seemed harder than it did a moment ago. What was the woman thinking, exactly? The blond Espada had an inkling that Matsumoto was remembering all of what happened during that fight. Perhaps she was recalling the beating her white-haired captain had received by Halibel's blade.
"You're lucky to have survived Allon," she said after a moment, her tone flat and neutral. The other woman's brows furrowed even more, before they smoothed and her eyes fell to half-mast, the gesture coquettish as she smiled.
"And you're lucky to have survived my captain."
Standing up slowly, Matsumoto rested the knuckles of her right hand against her hip, using the other to push her hair over her shoulder. "Mind telling me your name, Espada? I'd hate to call you by something so impersonal."
"Hey! Where do you think you're going, and without saying a proper goodbye?"
Platinum blond brows furrowed faintly, Halibel's head turning just slightly so she could peek over her shoulder. The shinigami sauntered up behind her, and much to the former Espada's silent surprise, draped her forearm over the other's shoulder. Matsumoto leaned closer and Halibel could feel the firm press of the other woman's breasts against her shoulder blade.
"You have a body shape similar to mine," the ginger-haired shinigami informed her, pale blue eyes fixated on Halibel's equally large bust. The woman's full lips were pursed into another pout, and her gaze was contemplative when it fell on aquamarine. "It's hell for you to shop, isn't it? Trust me, I know. We should totally go together and help each other out."
"Excuse me?"
Matsumoto smiled brightly and squeezed the former Espada's upper arm in her right hand, her left arm still resting on the blond woman's shoulder. She pressed even closer to Halibel's back so her mouth was close to the other's ear.
"You wait right here while I get my gigai."
Without another word the woman flash stepped out of sight, and Halibel stood in subdued wonderment, still perplexed as to what the shinigami had been talking about. She heard Lisa cluck her tongue behind her, and turned her head to see the raven-haired Vizard. The woman adjusted her glasses, the sun's light dancing across the reflective surface. When her teal eyes came back into view they appeared to be mildly amused, as did the upturned position of her mouth.
"Idiot. If Matsumoto Rangiku ever brings up shopping, you tell her to shut up and piss off."
Halibel's vivid eyes narrowed faintly at being called an idiot by the other woman, but she forgot the insult in favor of her own stoic questioning.
"Shopping?"
She'd never had to go shopping, because Urahara Kiskue had provided her with a more than adequate supply of clothing when he'd first given Halibel her gigai. She had passed stores numerous times while surveying the town's layout, but had never gone into any of them. So to have a ginger-haired shinigami leading her inside one that very moment... it was an entirely new experience for the former Espada. She glanced around the small store, admittedly curious even if her features did not express the same feeling. There were other women looking around, sifting through items resting on table displays and hanging off racks.
Matsumoto stole a glimpse of the blond woman out of the corner of her eye, full mouth curled around the corner in a smirk. She waved her fingers at the former Espada before sauntering further into the store, curvaceous hips swaying. Halibel simply stared at the woman's retreating back, brows drawn together in a barely there frown of quiet query. Then with her face smoothing to serene indifference once more, she turned and headed in her own direction.
She might as well investigate the area while she was there. What was it about these stores that seemed to captivate human women? And shinigami women, for that matter. To her eye nothing looked of any particular interest, let alone worthy of her fascination. It was just clothing, and why need it be fancy? It was there to cover your body and nothing more.
But then she passed a row of shelves, and resting within one of the white slots was a pair of what looked to be...shoes. A loose guess, because they were like no shoes that Halibel had ever seen. A thin sole with a high arch, black straps crisscrossing each other near the toe. Another black strap that rose vertically from the back of the shoe, only to twist into a circular loop that was horizontal to the erect strip. But those weren't the things that caught her eye, it was the glimmering band of silver that sprouted from the sole.
Tilting her head just an inch, Halibel eyed the strange object quizzically. Was it really a shoe? It couldn't be, how could a women fight in something like that? Her bemusement building, she took the item in her gloved hands, holding it carefully and brushing her thumb along the metal piece.
"Oh, those ones are sexy," a voice cooed behind her. The former Espada glanced sideways to see Matsumoto standing beside her, the woman leaning close to her shoulder. She stared at the thing Halibel held with gleaming eyes, her lips puckered.
"It's a shoe?" the blond woman asked, her normally inexpressive tone laced with a tinge of curiosity. She trained her gaze on the other's face, who spared her a brief glance while smirking.
"A stiletto," Matsumoto purred happily, winking. Pale brows drew together over a deeply tanned forehead, and Halibel's eyes went to the...stiletto. Her mouth moved around the word behind the collar of her jacket, but she wouldn't utter it aloud. Her concealed finger tapped the silver fragment once as she spoke.
"Why is this blade blunt at the tip?"
For a moment the ginger-haired shinigami just stared at her, brows arched high over wide eyes, and her lush lips open on a pursed part. Then she was laughing loudly; abruptly and directly in Halibel's face.
"Ahaha!! That isn't a blade, it's a heel! Haven't you ever seen a high heel before?"
Even more perplexed, Halibel just stared at the shoe with a dawning frown. "If it isn't a blade then what is it for?"
"It's for making a woman taller. And it makes the muscles in her legs stand out," Matsumoto informed, the tips of her fingers drumming over Halibel's thigh. The former Espada ignored the light touch, too engrossed in the strange shoe to notice much else. It was truly beginning to frustrate her, because she just couldn't comprehend the use of it.
"What good does that do? If you can't use this...heel to puncture like a sword, then what else? A woman could not fight in something like this."
Shaking her head, she came to the concrete conclusion that the object was undeserving of her interest and attention. She put the stiletto back where she'd found it, then turned to face the ginger-haired shinigami.
"That shoe is pointless," she told the other woman in a deadpan voice, her aquamarine eyes pinched around the corners in what resembled mild annoyance. To think that some women bothered with a shoe like that, Halibel could not understand it.
"You wouldn't think that if you saw how men react to them," Matsumoto said in a sing song voice, grinning playfully as she winked at the blond Espada once more. Halibel only narrowed his eyes faintly, watching as the other woman spun around, her long hair billowing around her. She stole one final glance of the "stiletto," a hint of pensiveness seeping into her gaze. Then with another shake of her head, issued like a silent refusal, she strode ahead of the buxom shinigami on her way outside.
Characters/Pairings: Halibel + Rangiku
Rating: PG Warnings: ...None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, I only steal its characters so I can go on perverted conquests via fan fics. Also, all characters involved in sexual situations are fictional and above the legal age of consent in the state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
Summary: Matsumoto Rangiku decides to take the Tercera Espada clothes shopping in the Human World.
Word Count: 3,168
A/N: Girls, I wrote girls?! What is this madness? I've been stuck on my multi-chapter fic for a few weeks now, but I have to write something. If I don't write I start to feel useless and suffer from withdrawals. Random idea was random, but I liked it so I wrote it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xglimpsex seemed to enjoy it, so I decided to go ahead and post! Also, it has no connection to Redemption.
Summary: Matsumoto Rangiku decides to take the Tercera Espada clothes shopping in the Human World.
Word Count: 3,168
A/N: Girls, I wrote girls?! What is this madness? I've been stuck on my multi-chapter fic for a few weeks now, but I have to write something. If I don't write I start to feel useless and suffer from withdrawals. Random idea was random, but I liked it so I wrote it.
xglimpsex seemed to enjoy it, so I decided to go ahead and post! Also, it has no connection to Redemption.After the war had ended she could have gone back to Los Noches, but she hadn't because there was nothing left for her in that place. She had been there for Aizen's cause, one that died on the heel of his last breath. The other surviving Espada had gone off on their own, and so she had done the same. Where one chapter ended another one begin; in this case, it begin in Karakura.
The transition didn't run as smoothly for her as she would have hoped. In a new world that was so unlike the one she'd come from, it was hard to comprehend and relate to a lot of what went on around her. But whatever struggles she faced she internalized, keeping the troubles for herself and no one else. She'd never been open with her thoughts or feelings, and a change of scenery would not change her.
Not completely, at least. Over the months she slowly grew accustomed to the ways of the Human World, enough that she could go about her own business without having to wonder about everything around her. She'd even had a gigai made, by an exiled shinigami she'd come to know as Urahara Kisuke. She didn't like using it, but she knew that if she wished to remain in Karakura town that she'd have to. It would preserve her spiritual pressure, as well as allow her to mix with the humans. Of course the blond man had fashioned it after her released form, because she couldn't walk throughout Karakura with a large bone fragment stretching from her mouth to her breasts. To her hidden pleasure he kept the tattooed three in place, and etched twin thunderbolts along each cheek.
Even with her mask gone while wearing the gigai, she still preferred shirts with high collars that covered her neck and the lower half of her face. After a few weeks of staying at Urahara's shoten and observing the inhabitants there, she found a companion in the red-haired Nova. He too wore clothing that was similar to her own, and that wasn't the only thing they seemed to share. The man's disposition mirrored hers, quiet and reserved. She appreciated his introverted personality, and was content to sit with him in silence without the need for idle talk.
Of course it wasn't long before she ran into old enemies. She had recognized the bespectacled Vizard immediately when the woman approached her, along a quiet street that ran adjacent to the river. The sun made the transparent plane of her glasses glint, but Halibel could still see the Vizard's level, teal colored eyes.
We never finished our fight, the woman had told her, arms crossed over her chest and with her pleated skirt caught in a gentle wind. The blond Espada had replied with a simple Hai, then followed when the raven-haired Vizard walked away.
They continued where they had left off during the war, in a strange basement hidden below a worn down warehouse. She'd seen a basement like that before, below Urahara Kisuke's basement, and had fought another woman there; one with golden eyes and a cat-like mischief. Then the atmosphere had been almost...playful, though none of it on the Espada's part. Here the atmosphere was heavy, held down by the intent stare of seven sets of eyes when she and the bespectacled Vizard had entered.
The others watched them fight, and to Halibel it seemed to be some sort of acceptance test. She had no need or want for it, but she did have an interest in finishing what had been interrupted all those months ago. They both came away with their lives because neither of them had a reason to kill the other, not now. After that the former Espada found herself to be on decent terms with the eight Vizard. She liked to keep to herself, and they liked to keep to their group, so it wasn't often that she saw them. At first she didn't seek them out, but over time one of them would cross paths with her and she'd end up in their basement again, either to spar or just to be there.
After a long while of acquainting herself with their company, she'd visit them of her own accord.
It was only a few weeks after that the "shopping" incident happened. She'd been with Lisa at Urahara's shoten when a young girl came to see him. And not just any girl, but the human Aizen had taken during the war -- Inoue Orihime. Halibel wasn't surprised to see that the girl was still alive, and she watched the redhead silently from the corner of her eye. By the sound of things she was looking for Kurosaki Ichigo, but Halibel had no interest in that, nor did she have any real interest in Inoue. Her attention was being drawn to the shinigami who was with the girl.
She knew that shinigami. The one who had engaged her three fracción... She couldn't think of the woman's name, couldn't remember if she'd ever even heard it, but she recognized the long ginger hair and large bust. Yes, that was the woman who attempted to fight her fracción -- the one who had failed miserably.
"Matsumoto Rangiku," the raven-haired Vizard said beside her. Halibel turned her vibrant gaze on Lisa, whose own eyes were intent on one of her mangas. The former Espada glanced at the erotic reading material, then looked to the shinigami once more.
"I'm surprised that she's still alive. My fraccións' Allon tore her apart."
The corner of Lisa's mouth quirked, and at the same moment the ginger-haired woman turned her head towards them. Her eyes were large and her mouth formed what looked to be an absent-minded moue. Halibel didn't think the shinigami had heard them, if her inattentive expression was anything to go by. But suddenly the woman's pale eyes became keen, and a smile curled her rosy lips.
"Yadomaru-san! Fortunate timing, you being here saves me a trip," the shinigami said in light voice, turning away from the human girl and striding towards them. She had her slight hands resting on supple hips, and when she cocked her head sideways her long hair swayed. The Vizard to whom she was speaking paused long enough in her reading to glance up, looking past the rim of her glasses.
"Coincidence, not luck, Matsumoto. My order came in today." Tapping the cover of her manga with a slim finger, Lisa offered the other woman a faint smirk.
"Ooooh? Let me see!"
The ginger-haired shinigami sat down on the other side of Lisa, leaning in close so her breasts brushed the other's arm. Halibel watched as the two of them looked at the Vizard's erotic manga, Matsumoto laughing with a hushed soprano. She pressed closer to the raven-haired woman while pointing at a page, and Halibel was prepared to get up and leave them be when -- without warning -- blue eyes peered at her from around Lisa.
Full lips parted faintly, then formed a soft "o," realization apparent in the woman's gaze. Straightening abruptly, the movement causing her breasts to bounce, she stared openly at Halibel.
"The Espada..." Matsumoto murmured, her voice barely audible. "You didn't tell me one of the Espada was hanging around Karakura!" she added loudly, looking at the Vizard accusingly.
"Why would I? You haven't been around in months," Lisa replied without looking away from her reading. "Not that I would have told you anyway."
"Yadomaru-san," the other woman whined, pouting. She didn't wait for any kind of response, simply looked past the Vizard and at Halibel. Her thin brows were knit together, and the blond Espada spied something close to apprehension and caution in the shinigami's gaze. If she had recognized the ginger-haired woman, did Matsumoto recognize her in return?
Coolly, with her expression never changing, she stood up slowly from the place she'd been sitting. She wondered why the woman looked so wary, if it was for the simple fact that Halibel was an Espada, or if it had anything to do with their brief history. No, Matsumoto Rangiku had not fought her directly, but the shinigami had gone after her . If the latter were the case, that would be absurd. The ginger-haired shinigami had been nothing to her fracción, had posed no real threat, and had inflicted no real harm. Halibel had observed that the woman was little more than a helpless child during that battle. She bore no grudge to this shinigami, and why should she? It hadn't been Matsumoto Rangiku who killed her fracción. It had been the elder--
No. It had been Aizen.
A frown touched Halibel's mouth at the thought, scarcely. It was hidden behind the collar of her jacket, and she made sure to keep her gaze unmoved. The ginger-haired shinigami continued to look at her, and the look of her blue eyes seemed harder than it did a moment ago. What was the woman thinking, exactly? The blond Espada had an inkling that Matsumoto was remembering all of what happened during that fight. Perhaps she was recalling the beating her white-haired captain had received by Halibel's blade.
"You're lucky to have survived Allon," she said after a moment, her tone flat and neutral. The other woman's brows furrowed even more, before they smoothed and her eyes fell to half-mast, the gesture coquettish as she smiled.
"And you're lucky to have survived my captain."
Standing up slowly, Matsumoto rested the knuckles of her right hand against her hip, using the other to push her hair over her shoulder. "Mind telling me your name, Espada? I'd hate to call you by something so impersonal."
Halibel studied the ginger-haired shinigami, eyes unblinking and the rest of her face inert. The buxom woman stared at her with bright eyes and a vivacious smile, something that the former Espada wasn't necessarily used to. No one in Hueco Mundo had ever looked that way, except for maybe Szayel Aporro, and in his case it was madness and not any sort of kindness. Even the people she'd come to know in Karakura town where not as..."bubbly" as this shinigami.
"Tia Halibel," she said after a moment. Turning her gaze to Lisa, she nodded her head faintly before turning away. There was nothing else for her to say to them, and nothing else for her to do in the shoten. She was ready to leave and find something else of interest, but then Matsumoto's voice rang out behind her."Hey! Where do you think you're going, and without saying a proper goodbye?"
Platinum blond brows furrowed faintly, Halibel's head turning just slightly so she could peek over her shoulder. The shinigami sauntered up behind her, and much to the former Espada's silent surprise, draped her forearm over the other's shoulder. Matsumoto leaned closer and Halibel could feel the firm press of the other woman's breasts against her shoulder blade.
"You have a body shape similar to mine," the ginger-haired shinigami informed her, pale blue eyes fixated on Halibel's equally large bust. The woman's full lips were pursed into another pout, and her gaze was contemplative when it fell on aquamarine. "It's hell for you to shop, isn't it? Trust me, I know. We should totally go together and help each other out."
"Excuse me?"
Matsumoto smiled brightly and squeezed the former Espada's upper arm in her right hand, her left arm still resting on the blond woman's shoulder. She pressed even closer to Halibel's back so her mouth was close to the other's ear.
"You wait right here while I get my gigai."
Without another word the woman flash stepped out of sight, and Halibel stood in subdued wonderment, still perplexed as to what the shinigami had been talking about. She heard Lisa cluck her tongue behind her, and turned her head to see the raven-haired Vizard. The woman adjusted her glasses, the sun's light dancing across the reflective surface. When her teal eyes came back into view they appeared to be mildly amused, as did the upturned position of her mouth.
"Idiot. If Matsumoto Rangiku ever brings up shopping, you tell her to shut up and piss off."
Halibel's vivid eyes narrowed faintly at being called an idiot by the other woman, but she forgot the insult in favor of her own stoic questioning.
"Shopping?"
***
She'd never had to go shopping, because Urahara Kiskue had provided her with a more than adequate supply of clothing when he'd first given Halibel her gigai. She had passed stores numerous times while surveying the town's layout, but had never gone into any of them. So to have a ginger-haired shinigami leading her inside one that very moment... it was an entirely new experience for the former Espada. She glanced around the small store, admittedly curious even if her features did not express the same feeling. There were other women looking around, sifting through items resting on table displays and hanging off racks.
Matsumoto stole a glimpse of the blond woman out of the corner of her eye, full mouth curled around the corner in a smirk. She waved her fingers at the former Espada before sauntering further into the store, curvaceous hips swaying. Halibel simply stared at the woman's retreating back, brows drawn together in a barely there frown of quiet query. Then with her face smoothing to serene indifference once more, she turned and headed in her own direction.
She might as well investigate the area while she was there. What was it about these stores that seemed to captivate human women? And shinigami women, for that matter. To her eye nothing looked of any particular interest, let alone worthy of her fascination. It was just clothing, and why need it be fancy? It was there to cover your body and nothing more.
But then she passed a row of shelves, and resting within one of the white slots was a pair of what looked to be...shoes. A loose guess, because they were like no shoes that Halibel had ever seen. A thin sole with a high arch, black straps crisscrossing each other near the toe. Another black strap that rose vertically from the back of the shoe, only to twist into a circular loop that was horizontal to the erect strip. But those weren't the things that caught her eye, it was the glimmering band of silver that sprouted from the sole.
Tilting her head just an inch, Halibel eyed the strange object quizzically. Was it really a shoe? It couldn't be, how could a women fight in something like that? Her bemusement building, she took the item in her gloved hands, holding it carefully and brushing her thumb along the metal piece.
"Oh, those ones are sexy," a voice cooed behind her. The former Espada glanced sideways to see Matsumoto standing beside her, the woman leaning close to her shoulder. She stared at the thing Halibel held with gleaming eyes, her lips puckered.
"It's a shoe?" the blond woman asked, her normally inexpressive tone laced with a tinge of curiosity. She trained her gaze on the other's face, who spared her a brief glance while smirking.
"A stiletto," Matsumoto purred happily, winking. Pale brows drew together over a deeply tanned forehead, and Halibel's eyes went to the...stiletto. Her mouth moved around the word behind the collar of her jacket, but she wouldn't utter it aloud. Her concealed finger tapped the silver fragment once as she spoke.
"Why is this blade blunt at the tip?"
For a moment the ginger-haired shinigami just stared at her, brows arched high over wide eyes, and her lush lips open on a pursed part. Then she was laughing loudly; abruptly and directly in Halibel's face.
"Ahaha!! That isn't a blade, it's a heel! Haven't you ever seen a high heel before?"
Even more perplexed, Halibel just stared at the shoe with a dawning frown. "If it isn't a blade then what is it for?"
"It's for making a woman taller. And it makes the muscles in her legs stand out," Matsumoto informed, the tips of her fingers drumming over Halibel's thigh. The former Espada ignored the light touch, too engrossed in the strange shoe to notice much else. It was truly beginning to frustrate her, because she just couldn't comprehend the use of it.
"What good does that do? If you can't use this...heel to puncture like a sword, then what else? A woman could not fight in something like this."
Shaking her head, she came to the concrete conclusion that the object was undeserving of her interest and attention. She put the stiletto back where she'd found it, then turned to face the ginger-haired shinigami.
"That shoe is pointless," she told the other woman in a deadpan voice, her aquamarine eyes pinched around the corners in what resembled mild annoyance. To think that some women bothered with a shoe like that, Halibel could not understand it.
"You wouldn't think that if you saw how men react to them," Matsumoto said in a sing song voice, grinning playfully as she winked at the blond Espada once more. Halibel only narrowed his eyes faintly, watching as the other woman spun around, her long hair billowing around her. She stole one final glance of the "stiletto," a hint of pensiveness seeping into her gaze. Then with another shake of her head, issued like a silent refusal, she strode ahead of the buxom shinigami on her way outside.
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Date: 2010-04-07 01:44 am (UTC)If you can't use this...heel to puncture like a sword, then what else? Oh, but you can, Halli. You can. (And I'm surprised she didn't suggest them for Hitsugaya. XD)
This made me giggle. ^^ I can figure out which of them is more adorable. Edging towards Tia, in all her clueless DNW. Also part of me's just waiting for them to sit down for a coffee and a bitch about Gin's hidden camera antics. XD
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Date: 2010-04-07 06:21 am (UTC)Ikr? They don't say "you could poke someone's eye out with that heel" for no reason XD
I've been having the strangest thoughts concerning Nova and Halibel after writing this... I can't decided whether it'd be absolute genius, or borderline incest... Haha because they're so alike when you really think about it. Covering their faces, quiet and reserved, and Nova even has aquamarine eyes like Halibel; though his look more blue and hers look more green.
Gin... Gin Gin Gin. He thinks Halibel is jus GAO-JUS
gorgeous. He'd love to play, but might get bored fast because she doesn't give him a strong enough reaction :P