Guldrin’s Gluttony: Family Bound by Speed & Food

The plane touched down with a soft thud, the wheels kicking up faint puffs of salt-stained sand as the propellers slowly whirred to a halt. Rindo stepped out before the engine had fully powered down, her heels crunching against the gravel of the island's modest airstrip. The air here was different, fresh, tinged with salt, and something older, something grounded in the very bones of the earth. 

She took a deep breath, letting the scent fill her lungs. The moment felt heavy, as though the island itself was exhaling after years of silence.

This was the Goldbloods' island. Once a sanctuary, now an echo. The hills, lush with verdant greenery, rose up as if to guard what little remained of their lineage. A solitary cabin perched near the cliffs, its weathered timbers defying the test of time. 

It stood as a sentinel of memory, a reminder of what was lost. Years ago, this place had been vibrant, alive with laughter and warmth. Now, it was haunted by whispers of those who had been taken too soon.

It used to be filled with houses, buildings, and agriculture; but now, it was a husk, all buildings were destroyed, and the land had grown over its remnants.

Rindo adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shoreline. The family's legacy hung heavy in the air, as if the island mourned the Goldbloods' loss. But that legacy wasn't entirely gone. Her mother had survived the massacre. She had survived. And Guldrin, her lost brother, the one they thought was gone forever, was alive. The thought burned like a fire in her chest, propelling her forward.

She headed toward the cabin, each step deliberate. The cabin was a monument to their past, to their history. Her family had built it wood and stone by wood and stone, their dreams woven into its foundation. Inside, she knew she'd find the old photographs, the cracked porcelain teacups, the frayed rugs that had once cushioned her family's footsteps.

Rindo spent the first day settling in, her movements methodical but restless. She cleaned the cabin, though it hardly needed it, checked the generator, and even braved the steep cliff path to stare out over the ocean. The horizon stretched endlessly, a vast expanse of blue that seemed to hold all the secrets of the world. She sat on the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling over the side, and let herself imagine what the next days might bring.

By the second day, the quiet had begun to gnaw at her. Rindo wasn't one to sit still. She tried fishing off the pier, her line slack as her thoughts wandered. She tried reading one of the old books she found tucked away in the cabin, but the words blurred into meaninglessness. She tried sleeping, but her dreams were restless.

And then, like a hurricane crashing against the shores of her solitude, Revy arrived.

Rindo had just stepped out to fetch water from the well when she heard the sound of an engine roaring in the distance. A boat, sleek and battered all at once, tore through the waves like it owned them. At the helm stood Revy, her wild grin unmistakable even at a distance.

"Rindo, you boring little hermit! Get your ass down here and help me dock this thing before I crash it into those fancy rocks of yours!"

Rindo blinked, torn between disbelief and exasperation. "What the hell are you doing here, Revy?"

"What does it look like?" Revy yelled back, throwing an arm dramatically in the air as the boat swerved dangerously close to the pier. "You said you found my wayward little brother, of course I am here, and I'm saving you from dying of boredom, obviously! And maybe stealing your booze."

Rindo sighed, jogging down to meet the boat. By the time Revy managed to secure the ropes, after much swearing and a near-miss collision with a stationary dock, she was already halfway through a cigarette, her boots thudding against the pier as she jumped ashore.

"Feels weird being back… No one yelling at me for not being a real Goldblood," Revy said, looking around with an appraising eye. "Quiet, though. Like, creepy quiet. How do you stand it?"

"I was managing just fine until you showed up."

Revy laughed, a full-bodied sound that echoed across the water. "Oh, come on. Admit it, you missed me."

Rindo rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips. "What do you want, Revy?"

"Nothing much. Figured you were out here all alone, figured I'd drop by. Maybe cause a little chaos. You know, keep you on your toes. And of course, I am gonna be there when we meet the brat."

Chaos, as it turned out, was exactly what Revy brought.

By the end of the first evening, the cabin was filled with the smell of gun oil and cheap liquor. Revy had spread her weapons out across the dining table, casually cleaning them while recounting one of her more absurd adventures.

"So there I was, stuck in this godforsaken jungle with nothing but a knife and a bottle of rum," she said, gesturing wildly with a pistol in one hand. "And this guy, this idiot, comes charging at me with a machete. A machete! Like that's supposed to scare me."

Rindo shook her head, half-listening as she stirred the pot of stew on the stove. "And let me guess… You took him down with nothing but the rum?"

"Damn right, I did!" Revy leaned back in her chair, grinning like a cat that had just caught a particularly juicy mouse. "Poured it right in his eyes. Dude screamed like a banshee. It was beautiful. He thrashed around so much he broke my bottle, then I stabbed him, three, eight? Meh, I can't remember, but I stabbed him… A lot, I mean, who breaks someone's rum? Dude deserved it."

Despite herself, Rindo couldn't help but laugh. Revy was a force of nature, chaotic and unpredictable, but there was something comforting about her presence. It was as if the island had come alive again, its silence replaced with the hum of life.

By the third day, Rindo had stopped trying to figure out how Revy had even known she was here. The woman was like a bloodhound when it came to tracking people down. Instead, she found herself almost grateful for the distraction. Almost.

Revy, for her part, seemed to have decided that the island was her personal playground. She spent the mornings diving off the cliffs into the crystal-clear water, the afternoons raiding the cabin's meager pantry, and the evenings dragging Rindo into increasingly ridiculous conversations.

"Do you think fish get bored?"

Revy's voice cut through the quiet evening like a rogue wave. She was sprawled across the lumpy old couch that had seen better days, her legs hanging over the armrest, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling precariously from her fingers.

Rindo, seated at the small wooden dining table, barely looked up from her book. "What?"

"Fish," Revy said again, her tone slow and deliberate as though she were imparting some great wisdom. She waved the whiskey bottle in the air for emphasis, nearly knocking over an empty coffee cup in the process. "They just swim around all day. Don't you think they get bored? Like, what the hell do they even think about?"

Rindo let out a long, exasperated sigh, closing her book with a soft thud. She gave Revy the kind of look one reserves for people who've had just a bit too much to drink and were now teetering on the edge of nonsense. "You're an idiot."

Revy grinned, her teeth flashing in the dim light of the single lamp. "And you're no fun," she shot back, laughing loudly. She took another swig of whiskey before sitting up with surprising grace for someone who had consumed most of the bottle. "But seriously, Rindo. You gotta lighten up. We're stuck on this island waiting for the murder queen herself to show up. Might as well make the most of it."

Rindo shook her head, half-amused despite herself. "I'm trying to read, Revy. Not engage in philosophical debates about fish psychology."

Revy groaned dramatically, flopping back onto the couch. "Fine, be boring. But really, what's the plan, huh? Your mom, my mom, hell, fine, our mom, whatever," she sputtered, scratching her head as if trying to swat away her own thoughts. "She's coming here, right? Do you really think it's a good idea to let Guldrin meet her after, you know… all that?"

Rindo raised an eyebrow. "All what?"

Revy sat up again, leaning forward with the intensity of someone about to reveal a deep conspiracy. "You know! The whole 'murder psycho' thing. She went all mama-dragon-with-a-death-sword mode. If the brat doesn't remember anything about us, about her, showing up unannounced is already gonna be one hell of a shock. But adding her into the mix? She's gonna scare the shit outta him!"

Rindo couldn't help but smirk at Revy's dramatics. "You're not wrong," she admitted. "But I don't think we have much of a choice. If Guldrin's alive, he deserves to know the truth. About everything. Even if it's… overwhelming."

Revy snorted, shaking her head. "Overwhelming? That's putting it mildly. The kid's been out there, what, completely on his own? Then we show up, looking all familiar and weird, and boom, Mama Death Sword sweeps in like a hurricane. The poor brat's gonna think he's hallucinating."

Rindo leaned back in her chair, the weight of Revy's words settling over her. She stared out the small window, where the moonlight shimmered over the ocean like a blanket of silver. "I know it's not going to be easy," she said quietly. "But what's the alternative? Pretend he's not out there? Pretend we don't care?"

Revy softened at that, her grin fading into something more thoughtful. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Family and all that sentimental crap." She swirled the whiskey in her bottle, staring at the amber liquid as if it held the answers. "Still, you can't just drop a bombshell like this on the kid and hope for the best. There's gotta be a plan, little sis."

Rindo let out a short laugh, the sound tinged with frustration. "Since when are you the voice of reason?"

"Since you started acting like you've got everything figured out when you obviously don't. Remember who is the big sister here, even if I am adopted, I am still the eldest, I must impart my sisterly wisdom." Revy shot back with a smirk.

The cabin fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards and the distant sound of waves crashing against the cliffs. Rindo finally stood, stretching her arms over her head.

"You're right," she said, surprising herself as much as Revy. "We need a plan. Something that won't completely overwhelm him. Maybe… maybe we start slow. Just us. No swords. No dramatic entrances. Just… us."

Revy raised an eyebrow, her grin returning. "Just us? You're seriously banking on me to be the normal one here? You're doomed."

Rindo rolled her eyes, but she couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. "I'm doomed either way. At least this way, there's a chance he'll see we're here to help."

Revy stood, finishing off the last of the whiskey before tossing the empty bottle onto the couch. "Alright, fine. I'll behave. For the kid. But if mom shows up swinging that damn sword around, I'm out. I don't get paid enough to deal with that level of drama."

"You don't get paid at all, family, remember?" Rindo pointed out.

"Exactly!" Revy shot back, laughing as she headed toward the door. "Maybe some covert surveillance would be prudent? Argghhh, fuck, now ya got me speaking like a prissy again," She huffed and walked out the door.

Despite the absurdity of the conversation, Rindo felt a little lighter. For all her chaos, Revy had a way of putting things into perspective, albeit in the most unconventional way possible.

The moon was high in the sky now, casting its pale light over the island. Rindo watched as Revy stepped out onto the porch, stretching her arms and letting out a satisfied sigh. "You know," Revy said, her voice carrying on the cool night breeze, "this island ain't half bad. Quiet, sure, but kinda nice. Almost makes me forget about all the shit out there."

Rindo joined her, leaning against the door frame. "Almost?"

Revy smirked. "Almost. But not quite. I mean, come on. Do you seriously think fish don't get bored?"

Rindo groaned, but this time, she couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Go to bed, Revy you're drunk."

"Fine, fine," Revy said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But don't blame me if I dream about existentially bored fish. That's on you."

As Revy disappeared into the cabin, Rindo stayed on the porch a little longer, her thoughts drifting to her lost family, the bastard she called father, and Guldrin. Somewhere out there, her brother was alive. She didn't know how or why, but she knew one thing for certain: no matter how complicated things got, no matter how overwhelming the reunion might be, she wasn't going to let him slip away again.

And maybe, just maybe, with a little help from Revy's chaotic big sisterly charm, they'd figure out how to make this fractured family whole again.

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Unohana stood at the helm of an expensive, sleek speedboat slicing effortlessly through the moonlit waves. The ocean stretched endlessly around her, its dark expanse broken only by the shimmering path of light from the full moon above. 

She was dressed impeccably, as always, in flowing black that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, her long hair billowing like an ominous banner in the wind. The roar of the engine was a low, steady hum beneath her feet, a rhythm that matched the determination coursing through her veins.

Her black eyes, sharp and focused, pierced the horizon. The island was almost in sight, a shadowy silhouette growing larger with every passing minute. She could already feel the weight of what followed, but it wasn't enough to deter her. 

Unohana had one goal, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Reuniting her family was paramount. The hows and whys? Those were secondary concerns, details to be sorted out once they were together again.

In her hands, the wheel of the speedboat felt steady, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions she kept locked away beneath her composed exterior. Unohana was not one for displays of sentimentality, but deep down, the thought of seeing her children again after so long ignited a warmth she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years. 

It wasn't softness, oh no, that wasn't her style. It was resolve. Fierce, unyielding resolve.

The hum of the engine seemed to echo her thoughts. Each ripple the boat left in its wake felt like a line being drawn between her and the past, a past marred by tragedy, loss, betrayal, and a long silence that had kept her family fragmented. That silence was about to be broken.

The wind carried the salty tang of the sea as she adjusted her course slightly, eyes narrowing at the faint outline of the island ahead. Her lips curled into the barest hint of a smile, something between anticipation and a grim promise.

"Nearly there," she murmured, her voice lost in the wind.

The boat's speed increased as she pushed the throttle forward. The island loomed closer, its rugged cliffs and lush greenery coming into sharper focus. For a moment, Unohana allowed herself to imagine the scene awaiting her. Would they be waiting on the shore, watching as her boat approached? Or would she find them inside, unaware of the storm about to walk into their lives?

She thought of Rindo, her sharp-witted, strong-willed daughter who had grown into a woman while Unohana was consumed with other battles, other responsibilities. Would Rindo welcome her presence or challenge it? Unohana suspected it would be both, and the thought made her chuckle softly.

Then there was Guldrin, her lost son, the one she had thought gone forever. The ache of his absence had never truly left her, but now, there was hope. Fragile, yes, but hope nonetheless. 

The reunion would not be easy. He might not even remember her. He might look at her with the same wary eyes strangers reserved for her. But she would cross that bridge when she came to it. 

Sadly, she was going to be disappointed, as Guldrin wasn't brought to the island as she expected.

And of course, Revy. Unohana's relationship with Revy was…complicated. She appreciated the younger woman's fierce loyalty and boundless energy, but her chaotic nature was like a whirlwind that could tip over even the most stable ship. 

Revy was a wild card, and Unohana knew it. But she was family, in her own peculiar way, and family was worth the effort. She still remembered the day she found Revy alone in an alley, thrown out like a beggar, the look of non-fear, gave her shivers even to this day. And she was Unohana, she didn't get fear shivers, this was excitement. She knew this woman would grow into something fierce, and she was right.

The boat cut through the waves with precision, she had chosen this speedboat deliberately, knowing it would get her to the island quickly and in style. The sleek black hull gleamed in the moonlight, a reflection of her own understated elegance.

As she neared the shore, her thoughts shifted to logistics. Would they recognize her immediately, or would she need to announce herself? She imagined Revy bursting out of the cabin, whiskey bottle in hand, ready to meet whatever madness the world threw her way. Rindo would likely be more composed, standing just behind Revy, arms crossed, her expression a careful mask of suspicion and curiosity.

The boat slowed as it approached the dock, its powerful engine purring softly as she guided it into place with practiced ease. She leaped onto the dock with fluid grace, her movements as precise and purposeful as ever. She tied the boat securely, then paused for a moment, taking in the quiet of the island.

The night was still, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant call of nocturnal creatures. The cabin sat nestled among the trees, its windows glowing faintly with warm light. She could picture them inside, perhaps arguing over something trivial or sharing a rare moment of peace.

'Jin, if you didn't go insane, maybe things wouldn't have turned out how they did… I wouldn't have had to… If you didn't target Guldrin…' She thought to herself as she recalled their last interaction, the look on his face when she emotionlessly drove her sword through his heart. 

But how could she have known what that would lead to?

Unohana adjusted her coat, brushing away an imaginary speck of dust. She had always believed in presenting herself impeccably, no matter the circumstances. First impressions mattered, even when it came to family reunions.

She started up the path toward the cabin, her steps measured and deliberate. Each one felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of the past years pressed down on her with every inch closer to the door. She paused at the threshold, her hand hovering over the doorknob.

Inside, she could hear faint voice, Revy's unmistakable laughter, loud and brash, and Rindo's calmer, more measured tones. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, stepping inside with an air of quiet authority.

Revy was the first to notice her, her laughter cutting off mid-cackle as she turned to face the intruder. Her eyes widened in surprise before her lips stretched into a wide grin. "Well, well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence. Mama Death Sword herself." Unohana couldn't help but stare at her blankly, she always had a way of breaking the tension in the most chaotic of ways.

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