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[Ukitake makes a rare voice post. He's brave enough for video, but the fact remains that he is covered in blood, both his and someone else's, so he spares the network that much. Still, when the feed begins, his breathing is audible and it's clear that even that much is painful for him. But he soldiers on and speaks, his voice quieter than usual and lacking that joyful tone that he usually exudes so well.]

This won't be easy to hear, and it's just as hard to say, but it must be done.

[Of course, he's interrupted by his own coughing, a familiar sound to those who know him and recognizable as his illness acting up again. The sound is harsh and it's evident that this is a bad attack.]

...It must be done. Riku has been killed. I am...taking him to the clinic, so he will be there until he comes back.

[Another coughing fit overtakes him again.]

Heh...I think I will also be there for some time at this rate. Retsu-san, I apologize for this.

And, please, everyone. Look after yourselves.

[He pauses, as if considering saying something else, but it's never said. Ukitake turns off the feed.]

[When the feed flickers on, it shows a sight that has been showcased a few times recently.

Ukitake, paler than normal and as still as the room he's in, is still dead in the dark. His hands at his sides do not move and the sheet over his chest does not rise with any of his breath. It is surreal to still see such a man with such a passion for life like this. He may be a god of death, but it is evident that even the Shinigami cannot always cheat that in which they excel.

And so the scene continues to play out, with an eerie calm and silence.

But, if one watches the feed closely, they will notice something different about the subject. Did he just...?

Yes. His hand twitches slightly and a few moments later a weak breath is taken, shaky and pained. His chest rises slowly and barely, but as the seconds pass by, the urgency reaches him and his breathing becomes louder, faster, but the struggle is still there. Something isn't right.

Ukitake takes another breath, but it's too much. He coughs, the sound familiar to anyone who knows him and his illness. He tries to push himself up, but he's still weak. Instead, he weakly raises a hand to his mouth and turns to the side, trying to get rid of everything wrong in his system. He coughs more and blood begins to leak through his thin fingers.

He may be back, but it's not without his own, normal troubles.]

[ooc: I'm posting this early because...I miss Ukitake and I won't be here tonight. I will try to get to as many tags as I can before I head out, though!]

[The feed flickers on and shows a familiar countertop and a familiar white-haired man, though his haori is nowhere to be seen. Ukitake once explained how to make ochazuke with hand gestures in that same kitchen. This time, however, there is a tea cup and steaming kettle and Ukitake slowly pours the water into the cup. He doesn't look too happy like he usually does though, and coupled with that melancholy is something else-

A very familiar cough.

The kettle is set down loudly on the counter as his free hand covers his mouth, the coughs violently shaking his body. They last for a few seconds, painful rasping sounds, and eventually thin lines of red stream through his fingers. As the coughing subsides, he pulls his hand away from his face and wipes his bloody lips with the side of his already stained hand.

Leaning against the counter, he tentatively takes a deep breath, fortunate that his lungs give him that much of a respite. Of course, everyone who knows Ukitake also knows that respite is rare and won't last long.]

[Ukitake is lying in bed, but to anyone who knows where he lives, it's obvious that this isn't his bed. Or his room. Or his house.

Oh right, he got tossed around by Kyuubi a week ago and hasn't been sent home by his ~~captors~~ caretakers yet.

The PCD shows him sitting up slowly, hair hair limply hanging down, hiding his face from view. Rinoa is a good healer, and her magic took care of his gashes and burned hands relatively easily, but his ribs still hurt. He has no plans to get thrown through walls again any time soon. An arm holds onto his bandaged torso as he carefully pulls the covers off of his legs.

And then Angelo appears, playing guard dog and growling at Ukitake in warning. She's not letting him go anywhere.]

Shh, Angelo, I'm all right.

[She continues growling and standing her ground, even while Ukitake manages to pull himself out of bed. He goes over to the dresser and starts to put on the yukata laid out on top of it. He only gets one arm through before his luck changes and Angelo's growling progresses to short barks.]

Hey, there's no call for that, girl. I just have to move around a little.

[He reaches out a hand to pet her, and hopefully calm her, but then she snaps at his hand, causing him to pull back quickly, and then lose his balance. So he's back on the bed, half-dressed, and holding his sides in some more pain. He's not getting out of the house at all. Angelo barks some more to get her owner's attention and then the feed cuts out.]

[ooc: The keywords for this icon are a little too fitting, I think.]

[The scene opens up to show a pile of rubble, what one can guess used to be a wall, somewhere in the city, angled due to how the PCD has fallen. A hand sticks out from beneath the wall fragments, pink and red as if badly burned. It is almost eerily quiet, except for the roaring in the distance. Kyuubi. So he has made this mess, but who's PCD is recording?

Slowly, the rubble moves and the figure underneath weakly pushes the pieces off of himself. It's Ukitake and he doesn't look like himself. The injuries that can be seen at this moment are his burned hands and a large gash above his left eyebrow, blood dripping from it down his face and staining his hair crimson. His left eyes is swollen shut.

As he sits up, Ukitake immediately hugs himself and cringes in obvious pain. But he can't stay there, so he struggles to his feet, face never losing that painful expression, and takes a step before falling to his knees, barely reaching a hand out in time to break his fall further. Grimacing again, he rolls to sit again and we now see a large shard of glass embedded in his left thigh.]

Oh, Kami...

[He shakily reaches to rip off some material from the ripped hem of his hakama and then cringes again as he rips out the glass, making a field tourniquet as quickly as he can, but not before a small puddle of blood appears under his leg.]

[ooc: So, I'm impatient. Ukitake and Kyuubi haven't met in the log yet, but from what I've gathered about Kyuubi's powers, I figured Ukitake would get thrown through a few walls. He may have tough skin, but he's not invincible, especially when he has little knowledge of his adversary. If anyone thinks I'm overdoing it, let me know and I'll edit accordingly.]

[It's another unplanned post to the network as we see Ukitake kneel in front of a teapot and teacup. He's popular this month, or so the PCDs must think.

His cup already has sugar in it and he puts in a teabag, one that Hitsugaya will recognize as being a gift from him for Christmas. Then Ukitake starts to pour in the hot water.

BANG.

The PCD shows a dark blur hit the window amidst the madness of the swirling snow. Is it a bird? A rock? A small child? We can't know for sure.

But we do know that Ukitake jerks back in surprise at the noise, spilling water on the hand supporting the teapot, as well as his thigh. He hisses in pain as he sets down the pot, and shakes his injured hand free of the water.]

Damnit...

[The feed ends.]