It's Raining Pussy (Cats) (Takeshima)

“I wonder what Naomi’s up to?” Takeshima asked himself. There was a pause and he looked down. “Why do I even care. She can take care of herself.” He said as he looked up at the crosswalk he was at. He was patrolling Karakura, heading down to the Onose for some peace. It was another one of those lonely days for Takeshima. He was having a hard time keeping himself together and composed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He opened it and shook it upside down for his little white mood balancer. As it popped out into his hand, he felt a sudden weight on his head, as well as the stench of a hollow, and a cat. His left foot shifted forward quickly, and he stabilized, although the pill had slipped from his hand, and the pack of cigarettes had fallen to the ground.

Takeshima gritted his teeth, and as he heard the call of the kitten behind him he turned his head. “Shut.. Up..” He said as he quickly pulled out a small silver tube. It flourished with reishi and he pointed it at the little one. “I’m going to be very nice right now.” He said as he sniffed the air again. This wasn’t a normal hollow. Not with that smell. It was so easy to decipher, it must’ve been something more, and this couldn’t have been it’s form. “I won’t eviscerate you if you show me your real form, and pick up my cigarettes.” he said with a very plain voice. It was odd. As harsh as the words were, they came off gentle, disarming, yet the word eviscerate betrayed even his tone. He wasn’t very happy right now, nor was he playing around in the least.

When the kitten moved up to the pack of cigarettes and took them in her mouth he pulled back his weapon, letting the blade dissipate. Takeshima closed his eyes and waited. They opened upon the sound of the small poof, and he caught the sight of the near naked woman. Shima sighed and looked down. She even had his little white pill in her hand. Takeshima heard her question and sighed. “You’re an idiot.” He said as he reached forward. His right hand took the pill and popped it into his mouth. His mouth tensed as he collected his saliva to take the pill dry. He swallowed and looked up to her again.

“Seriously.” He said as the hand moved to her boobs. His quick, dextrous hands gripped the pack and lifted it slightly, and lifted the flip top. He grabbed his disposable lighter and the last cigarette and took them from the pack, leaving the empty box in her cleavage. He turned his body away from her and put the cigarette between his lips. When he realized she hadn’t left he sighed. He turned back to face her and pursed his lips. “What? Are you going to follow me, or are you just waiting to stab me in the back? Seriously. Can I just get your motives out of the way?” He asked, sounding slightly irked now. “I don’t want to draw blood today. So what do you want?”

The girl in front of him began to speak and he sighed. She was over sexualized it seemed. Everything about her shouted it. His hand went to his mouth, leaving the cigarette in the corner of it. It dropped and he looked at her. She flashed him a little, showing she was waiting for something maybe. Her quick hands fixed her pants and she was playing more.

When she went for his wrist he rolled his eyes.
“This human does not like to play. Not with people I don’t really know, not with girls who act so promiscuous, and definitely not for some arrancar who’s looking for something out of me. He said staring.” He breathed out and looked back to her, reaching up and retrieving his cigarette. “I’m not the kind of guy you can just make into another playtoy. I’m not someone who just fucks” He said, with strong emphasis on the word.
It was sort of ironic. He was heading to go drink, and try and relax. And here this girl was. Tempting him with sex. Still Takeshima was honest disinterested. He just sat there, waiting. “Would you like to try and woo me more, or can I go on with my day?”

“Am I a homosexual?” He repeated her question, his eyes lowered into some irritated look. “That’s really cute.” He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. “I’m not a homosexual, I am a man with standards.” Takeshima turned his head and heard her speaking more. She wanted to amuse him then. His eyes looked back at her and he looked in the direction he was heading.

“You really want to amuse me?” Shima questioned as his head swivelled back to her. “I’m going to a bar. That is a place where humans go to pour ethanol down their throats until they feel numb. That’s where I am going, so that I can pour large amounts of ethanol down my throat until I feel numb.” He told her. “Now you could come with me if you really wanted to.” There was a pause as he reached up and inhaled off of the fag before he nodded his head. “I’m sure you’d provide some entertainment.” He said as he spun off his back foot and walked across the crosswalk that he was stuck at before she came.

There was a slight pause when she took Shima’s arm. “You’re tou-” He paused and looked to the side. She was quite warm. He sighed and shook his head. “Nevermind.” Leaving it alone he began to focus on the world. His eyes caught the minute details of a bird back in the distance, a small squirrel above him in a tree to his left. He kept walking before he turned his head.

“I’m not sick. Not in a traditional sense at least.” He looked down to his hand before looking forwards again, raising it to take another drag off of the cig. “But the alcohol makes me feel better.” He explained. His next words were mumbled, quietly. “Holds me tighter than anyone ever could.” He breathed in and sighed out, smoke that lingered in his lungs flowing out now. “I’m sad.” He told her. “I’m not a happy person, I’m just sad, and the alcohol numbs my sadness.” He listened to her next words, saying she wanted to make everyone happy and he almost frowned before his right hand put the cigarette to his lips and left it there, before he rubbed her head a little, right near her ear, wondering if she really was just like a cat. “Thanks.” He told her before looking back forward. He looked almost puzzled at what she asked to call him before he simply responded, “Shima.” His tone was boring as the bar came closer into view. “And that, is the happy magical fun land with the numbing water.” He said sarcastically, which for some reason, made him feel a little better.
“Hopefully you can get in without issue.” He told her.

Takeshima walked alongside her and listened. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He told her as he grabbed his cigarette and flicked it away. For some reason, Shima found her grin to be somewhat unsettling. He wondered just how enjoyable it was for her.

The bar was there as they passed through the doors his senses were assaulted by the plumes of smoke and the lingering scent of liquor. Takeshima inhaled pretty deep and looked back. “Shit, I passed the cigarette vending machine.” He said with pursed lips. It went away when he felt her pull him to a booth. “These aren’t the places Shima likes.” He told her before he spoke again, “Shima just likes the poisons they give out here.” He said with a quieter voice. He followed her into the booth, and as she leaned over he looked at her. After she spoke he smirked.

“Rule one, never eat bar food.” He told her as he reached forward and rubbed her head. He started at the middle and slowly shifted to the right to her ear. He even shifted right to her ear when someone came over and asked what they’d like.

“Ten shots.” Takeshima said without hesitation. “four vodka, six whiskey, don’t care what, just something strong.” He said as he looked to the girl for a second. And a screwdriver, two shots instead of one.” He said. “And that’ll be all.” After a second they went away and Takeshima looked at her. “Have you ever drunk before?” He asked her. It wasn’t too long before the bartender returned with a platter and set it down. Takeshima helped the man shift the drinks to the table and thanked him quietly before he looked to the girl, grabbing a shot of whiskey, and sliding her her a shot of vodka. “All at once.” He said before demonstrating, throwing the alcohol back before his head rocked forward and he inhaled deeply, feeling the burn from the alcohol.

“A hundred years huh?” Takeshima asked with general interest. “That’s pretty cool.” After she poured the drink down her throat, Takeshima genuinely smiled. Her facial features curled, and it was clear she did not enjoy the drink very much. She questioned him as though he was crazy for enjoying his drinks. He let out a gentle chuckle and nodded. “It helps me relax. Not think that outside, there’s so much I can’t stop, fix, help.” He told her.

“Beer, it might’ve been beer. Some sort of ale. Possibly wine.” He said as he grabbed another shot. He looked at her for a moment, hearing her say she’d rather have milk. He nodded and leaned back and let the alcohol burn it’s way back down his gullet. When he leaned forward the small shot glass came down with a thud, and she asked if he wanted her to go get him smokes.

“No, no, please.” Takeshima said with a slight frown. “Keep me some company would you.” His frown faded quickly into his straight face, and he reached forward a bit and grabbed the cup mid slide. At once he slid a vodka shot forward and the empty shot back. The vodka hit his hand and he shifted it to hers. The empty glass slid into the cups he had, giving a nice ‘chink’ letting him know where it was. “The first shots the hardest.” He said before giving her a warm, gentle smile, hoping it would warm her up a little. I’ll even take this next one with you, it’ll make me a bit happy.” He said as he reached over and took the hand of her’s that didn’t hold a drink. He reached forward and grabbed another shot of whiskey, ready to knock it back, waiting for her.