The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Shinigami's the Unforgiven Chapter 252: A Woman's Changes Always Happen Quietly
Nemu Kurotsuchi was somewhat angry.
Her delicate eyebrows arched slightly, and her usually expressionless oval face revealed an emotion, as if she had transformed from a lifeless portrait into a living beauty.
A pair of eyes, as blue as a lake, stared at him, waiting for an apology.
Shiraishi was quite surprised by this reaction. Why would Nemu, who always talked about dissections, get angry over a cat?
Thinking back to their indifferent expression when we first met, and now to their anger over a cat being bullied.
The changes made Shiraishi suddenly realize that Nemu had changed a lot without his knowledge.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault. I apologize to the cat."
"Meow!"
The black cat bared its teeth, arched its back, and held its tail erect like a javelin. Was this an apology?
If it weren't for the need to conceal her thoughts, she would have scratched that bastard to death, making him understand that even cats have parts that absolutely cannot be touched.
"Okay, kitty, don't be angry."
Nemu Kurotsuchi reached out to soothe the cat, smoothing its ruffled fur, and said gently, "I've already disciplined him for you, and it won't happen again."
Shiraishi then carried the food box to the table, opened the lid, and took out the fragrant dishes inside.
After comforting the black cat, Nemu Kurotsuchi walked over and asked, "Where's Sister Rangiku?"
"She probably won't be coming over for lunch today. The persimmons grown by the Third Division are ripe, and they gave us a box of dried persimmons. She's probably enjoying them very much."
Shiraishi casually replied.
The doorway was shaded, and sunlight fell on the orange-haired woman's shoulders. "What nonsense are you spouting? How can dried persimmons be eaten as a main meal? I'm going to buy two bottles of sake."
She swirled the wine, took off her straw sandals, and stepped into the captain's bedroom. Seeing the black cat, her eyes lit up slightly. " Nemu, is this your cat?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi nodded and said, "Mm."
"Really? So cute! Let me hug you."
Rangiku Matsumoto stepped forward, placed the sake on the table, and reached out to hug the black cat.
The cat did not react.
Shiraishi glanced at him, feeling quite annoyed. Why was he being rejected?
Logically, the female cat should be more attached to a handsome guy like him.
The black cat noticed his gaze, turned its head, and glared at him fiercely.
A glare?
Shiraishi blinked, and the black cat turned its head away, seemingly unfazed. "The way that cat looked at me just now seemed to contain murderous intent?"
Rangiku Matsumoto lifted the black cat high and casually said, "What are you thinking? How could a cat possibly have murderous intent? At most, it's just rejecting you."
Shiraishi frowned; that look in his eyes just now clearly contained murderous intent.
How could a cat harbor murderous intent towards him?
Unless it's Yoruichi Shihōin transformed into a black cat, he asked, " Nemu, where did this cat come from?"
Nemu Kurotsuchi truthfully replied, "It's a kitten I found in the Twelfth Division library."
"Is that so?"
Shiraishi dismissed his doubts; if it really was Yoruichi Shihōin, there was no reason for her to go to the Research and Development Institute.
Was that just my imagination?
He reached this conclusion without further thought, placed the empty food container aside, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, time to eat."
" Nemu, hold the cat."
Rangiku Matsumoto returned the cat to Nemu Kurotsuchi, whispering in her ear, "You've really changed. You're becoming more and more womanly. You'll win over the captain sooner or later."
"Eh, Sister Rangiku..." Nemu Kurotsuchi blushed slightly. When she was alone with Shiraishi, she dared to say anything, but she felt inexplicably shy when others said the same thing.
Rangiku Matsumoto smiled, sat down again, stretched, and said, "It's a treat to have the captain back. If you think about it that way, your presence is somewhat useful."
Don't equate my existence with a meal ticket.
Shiraishi made a sarcastic remark, then used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fresh sea bass.
Nemu Kurotsuchi knelt down beside her, placing the cat on her knees. They had a two-hour break at noon.
She can sometimes eat with us.
Hmm,
Nemu's skills are improving more and more.
Shiraishi took a bite of fish with relish, then poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
This is what living life is all about.
During those few days in the Outer Rukongai, due to logistical issues, we ate roasted sweet potatoes for every meal.
He still gets teary-eyed thinking about it, but thankfully, he shouldn't be going out for a while.
He informed Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto of the information regarding Shinji Hirako and others.
The decision made was to hold Seireitei and let them cause trouble outside.
He was able to return to a stable life, practicing new forms of Bankai -cultivation during his work hours every day.
I eat Nemu's dishes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If I want to drink, Rangiku Matsumoto is by my side. We chat and brag, so I'm never lonely.
The only regret is that Kūkaku has been busy with the Gold Seal Unit's official duties lately and hasn't been in the mood for that kind of thing.
How about trying a night Soi Fon tonight?
Perhaps stimulated by the alcohol, after a few drinks, the thought popped into Shiraishi's mind, but he immediately dismissed it, slowly chewing the stir-fried beef, the spiciness spreading through his mouth.
Thinking about it carefully, his relationship with Soi Fon should have been able to develop to that level.
"Hey, what mischievous thing are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."
Rangiku Matsumoto shouted.
Shiraishi snapped out of his reverie, noticed the approaching cup, and raised it to clink against it. "I was thinking about Shinji Hirako and the others. That Hirako doesn't seem like a bad person plotting to gain Hollowfication power."
" The Fifth Division Captain, huh?"
Rangiku Matsumoto thought for a moment, then said while reading, "I remember when they defected, I was still preparing for the entrance exam at the Shin'ō Academy, so I didn't know much about it."
I only heard from others that he is indeed a good person.
However, everyone makes mistakes, and perhaps at that moment, they chose the wrong path.
"That's right, let's not talk about those heavy topics. Cheers."
Shiraishi raised his glass, clinked it together, downed the drink in one gulp, and then began to talk about other things.
Rangiku Matsumoto can talk about anything, including risqué topics.
Nemu Kurotsuchi would occasionally chime in, but otherwise remained a listener.
After all, what the two were saying was unfamiliar to her, making it difficult for her to join in.
The meal was spent in a harmonious atmosphere, and Nemu Kurotsuchi cleaned up the empty plates and put them back in the food box.
Rangiku Matsumoto stood up, stretched, and exuded an air of pressure. "Go back and take a nap."
"Don't oversleep. I need to go to the Thirteenth Division. I might be back late this afternoon. Remember to tell Hitsugaya for me."
Shiraishi plans to visit the Thirteenth Division under the guise of checking on Jūshirō Ukitake, but will also use the opportunity to observe Rukia.
At this point, it was unclear whether the other party had the Hōgyoku) with them.
But he couldn't feel at ease without even glancing at it.
"Okay, okay," Rangiku Matsumoto replied casually, then hooked her arm around Nemu Kurotsuchi's shoulder. "Tonight I want to eat lamb, and maybe make some other dishes to go with the drinks~"
Shiraishi immediately replied, "I have something to do tonight. If you want to drink all night, find someone else."
"Tsk." Rangiku Matsumoto looked disappointed. "Never mind, I'll just invite Kyōraku and the others for a drink."
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