Echoes In The Rain [Aiko/Akira]

AKIRA TAIRITSU - Blue | Zathrusta - Purple

Akira had recently returned home from America, a fascinating and odd country to say the least, though the embarrassing engagement with Arrancar still lingered with his mind. Upon such a retreat into the bowels of the larger estate, the Shinigami descended into the private training arena and began to work on some basic Kido work, papers dotting the walls around the theory of intertwining Kido.

The man began his incantation of a Shu, moving a left hand to follow with a Hainawa yet faltering with a hiss of pain as the backlash surged into his fingertips, shaking his head. It was then a knock caught his ear, brow raising and shifting into his gigai, a smothered presence that offered naught more than the idea of a spiritually aware human. The room below itself is engraved with seals and Bakudo inscriptions to conceal reiatsu and other signatures to a higher degree.

Upon reaching the door, Akira shifted and unlocked the doorknob with a twist as the large oak door swung open, a maw yawning and exhaling a breath of heated air from a large hearth within the belly of this hallway, snow locks dancing lightly whilst a waist coat offered a form of sophistication, a calm smile gracing his features alongside a tone to match the warmth.

"It’s rare to see a new face around these parts Miss, please come inside. I’m Akira Tairitsu, your host and hopefully answer to any inquiries you may have.”

Holding the door open for her to see the first part, a large intersecting hallway though below her feet a fluffy, midnight blue carpet as the innards held a very victorian, wooden aesthetic. There was decor engraved, handcrafted maybe though it was difficult to tell, of many sea creatures of mythos and gods alike, moving into the chamber as he’d set up silver tray with various aspects for tea. To glance up, left, right, would immediately be slightly ajar doors to see rows of books as far as the eye can see.

."Do you have a preference for tea miss? I have most flavors, I’m a little boring regarding my taste though, earl grey.”

AKIRA TAIRITSU

There was a slight dip of the head, acknowledging Aiko’s request whilst moving a few ingredients upon the tray to assure it was within the correct place, things aligned almost obsessively to correlate with the others in a harmonious look of order. He then picked it up, shifting deeper into a more confined chamber with an oak table that dominated, shifting to take off the shoes with a kick of the tip of his shoes and move such items upon the surface before her.

."I often make the tea in front of my guests, there has been one horror story or another of someone touching an individual's drink. Precautionary thing if you will. ”

He glanced up at her, finishing the tea for both her and him as he’d move to sit back against one of the two cushiony, silky chairs before moving to intake some of the warm liquid beyond his soft lips and down his throat. A soft exhale of satisfaction follows.

."I’m glad to see someone so eager for knowledge, don’t hesitate to inquire as much as you like. This place is a safe haven for any and all seekers of insight, mentality, spirituality, and politics. It matters not. I will offer what I know. If it is a personal inquiry though, I forewarn that my response often lacks emotion and is neutral, I claim as I see it, not as one might wish to hear it. Beyond that, I am alle ars Miss Aimi.”

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Akira nestled into the seat as a soft chuckle radiated around the room, a horror story indeed. It was a sad existence that many chose to be malevolent, even more so exploiting others desire for kindness and peace in exchange for moral upheaval. Such was human nature he supposed. There was a soft, thoughtful hum though that followed shortly after.

."Spirituality is as unique as a snowflake. To find oneself isn’t an easy journey, some even say you never truly stop finding yourself until those lost moments of life. I suppose though in this case it is finding direction and incentive to live instead of merely existing. I’ve got a plethora of books Miss Aiko that can assist though first I require to ask some questions.”

He smiled softly, moving to intake more of the warm liquid down his throat with a satisfied hiss.

."What’s your story? When did you first feeling lost?”

AKIRA TAIRITSU

."My condolences.”

He claimed softly with a sympathetic look after she regaled her story, shifting once more to intake the heated liquid down the throat, a satisfied exhale swiftly following. These things were difficult according to the literature he’d read, a relationship, something that can either condemn or ascend an individual with more layers than an onion.

Akira shifted a little in his seat as he proceeded onward, a thoughtful look behind hues of bright gold yet his posture always delivering a sense of compassion. It was relaxed against the seat enough to display genuine comfortability but not entirely enough to display a lack of care, a slight crinkle within the trouser knee as it bent toward her.

."Relationships aren’t defined by their moments of ecstasy but more so the ordeals they can withstand. In this situation though, a preliminary outlook on your situation may be exactly that. This individual changed you, now whilst you’ve grown, that growth is due to his reality.”

He then shifted a little to tug at the waist coat with the free hand.

."The root of this could be due to the very platform you stand on is by some extension still his foundation. I have several sections of my library of both relationship and spiritualistic values. There are some ways to handle this, alot of it is exploration fo things that either you were not allowed to do whilst with this former lover, things that you did before meeting them and finally something to reinforce the future. New experiences.”

AKIRA TAIRITSU

Aiko was a soul that fell in alot of traps.

Once though her interest was piqued, Akira offered a smaller nod and shifted to stand with a motion of the left hand to follow. They’d acquire those books whilst engaging accordingly. He shifted into the primary hallway and started to ascend long, slightly curved, wooden steps into the upper floors before twisting to the left. After a door was moved open, it revealed several shelves high of literature, needing steps that granted one ease of access as it was hooked into grooves.

It was always a delight to move like that.

."The past is a complicated thing, our past is what forges who we are so to neglect it entirely would be a foolish affair. In the opposite side though, a desire to change entirely due to it can be considered just as dangerous. You stare too long at the foundation or gaze upon the sky, you can’t acknowledge what’s before you.”

He began to kick off the side as it rolled idly to the right, surveying certain sections.

."The shadow of your past has created an individual in my eyes who is already self aware enough to acknowledge their faults. So I would advise you seek to change only the bad elements that came from it, like co-dependance.”

Then did one of the books find itself within the palm of Akira, moving a few steps down to hand it to her with a warm smile.

."Acknowledge the past. Embrace the current. Set for the future. When staring ahead we see both floor and sky alike.”