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kat8chaMuramasa did not consider himself to be a puppet master. Shinigami may be puppets, but Zanpakuto were not, and Zanpakuto were what Muramasa controlled. If one were imaginative one might believe that Muramasa's long fingernails were attached to strings that jolted each zanpakuto this way or that. In truth it was the Shinigamia who treated their swords as mere tools when zanpakuto were so much more.
Even if Muramasa had to control the zanpakuto's spirits in order to force them to realize this, he did not consider them tools.
"Where are you going?" Muramasa asked when Hyourinmaru lifted himself from the bed. The cave in which the zanpakuto spirits resided was lit by a soft yellow light which brought out the green in Hyourinmaru's shading. Hyourinmaru almost appeared a spirit of the spring, instead of the ice dragon he really was. The dragon turned to look over his shoulder at Muramasa. Hyourinmaru's green hair slithered down his shoulders like scales, and his tail sparkled in the dim light. It was nearly enough to arouse Muramasa again.
If Hyourinmaru had not been such a thoroughly good lay earlier.
"I am going out to look for my master."
Muramasa closed his eyes for a long second. Ah, yes, poor amnesiac Hyourinmaru. He would thank Muramasa in time. Muramasa reached out and dragged his fingernails down Hyourinmaru's already scored back. "If you meet Ichigo Kurasaki, do not fight him."
"…" Hyourinmaru's silence was like listening to snow, silent and lovely. "I will not."
Then Hyourinmaru stood, his tail curling around his naked icy legs before his raiment wrapped themselves around his body. Muramasa watched him. Hyourinmaru was no puppet, but a silent and implacable iceberg, not even stopped by the lack of memory. Muramasa could exert what little control he had but Hyourinmaru was the most difficult to control of the zanpakuto. Sleeping with him should have engendered an attachment, helped fulfill Hyourinmaru's need to find a place to belong. Instead Hyourinmaru rose from the bed every night to wander Seireitei looking for his master.
Muramasa smiled while he watched Hyourinmaru leave. At least he knew the ice dragon would never believe the small tenth division captain to be his master, and Muramasa doubted that the young shinigami would be able to defeat a zanpakuto of Hyourinmaru's strength. Muramasa would have many more nights to make Hyourinmaru feel at home.
Even if Muramasa had to control the zanpakuto's spirits in order to force them to realize this, he did not consider them tools.
"Where are you going?" Muramasa asked when Hyourinmaru lifted himself from the bed. The cave in which the zanpakuto spirits resided was lit by a soft yellow light which brought out the green in Hyourinmaru's shading. Hyourinmaru almost appeared a spirit of the spring, instead of the ice dragon he really was. The dragon turned to look over his shoulder at Muramasa. Hyourinmaru's green hair slithered down his shoulders like scales, and his tail sparkled in the dim light. It was nearly enough to arouse Muramasa again.
If Hyourinmaru had not been such a thoroughly good lay earlier.
"I am going out to look for my master."
Muramasa closed his eyes for a long second. Ah, yes, poor amnesiac Hyourinmaru. He would thank Muramasa in time. Muramasa reached out and dragged his fingernails down Hyourinmaru's already scored back. "If you meet Ichigo Kurasaki, do not fight him."
"…" Hyourinmaru's silence was like listening to snow, silent and lovely. "I will not."
Then Hyourinmaru stood, his tail curling around his naked icy legs before his raiment wrapped themselves around his body. Muramasa watched him. Hyourinmaru was no puppet, but a silent and implacable iceberg, not even stopped by the lack of memory. Muramasa could exert what little control he had but Hyourinmaru was the most difficult to control of the zanpakuto. Sleeping with him should have engendered an attachment, helped fulfill Hyourinmaru's need to find a place to belong. Instead Hyourinmaru rose from the bed every night to wander Seireitei looking for his master.
Muramasa smiled while he watched Hyourinmaru leave. At least he knew the ice dragon would never believe the small tenth division captain to be his master, and Muramasa doubted that the young shinigami would be able to defeat a zanpakuto of Hyourinmaru's strength. Muramasa would have many more nights to make Hyourinmaru feel at home.
