Post by Jasper Aizawa on Oct 24, 2013 23:23:04 GMT -5
"It's too bright today."
That thought constantly permeated Jasper's mind as he stumbled through the roads of the Rukongai, his head pounding with pain. It was hard to see- when he tried to look up from the ground, the sun would give him a horrid headache. Every step he took just added to the agony that he was in. He coughed ever so often, producing the dust that used to be the Aizawa estate. When he wasn't coughing, he was muttering the same thing under his breath, slowly-
"Gilgamesh."
He had no idea where the entrance to the Seireitei was while he was in this daze. In fact, Jasper had no idea why he was in the daze in the first place. He was doing fine, walking out of the estate, made a few turns, and then suddenly his vision grew much, much heavier. He thought he was making progress while he was staggering forward, however he was actually heading south, now in the 5th District. He ignored the mutters of the souls around him, concerned about why a Shinigami was walking through the middle of their district, especially in such a horrible state.
Oh, what a wreck Jasper must have looked like to them- his shihakusho was ripped beyond repair in numerous places, the entirety of his back exposed. There were numerous cuts on the fabric, under them a usually equal or greater amount of deep cuts. It was if the uniform didn't fit him anymore, also- he seemed a few inches too tall for it anymore. His black hair was tangled and messy, coated with layers of dust and newly dried blood. His face was covered in the same materials, but sprinkled with various lacerations. It was clear Jasper had recently been in combat, and from the looks of him, no one could be sure if he had actually won.
It had barely been a few hours since he had left the Aizawa estate and triumphed over his inner hollow, the result of an intense month of pain and suffering, and only after an intense battle internally and externally. But this was as far as from Jasper's mind as it could have been. The great battle with his inner hollow, seeing his mother once again- all things that should have been on his mind, weren't. His mind was focused on a singular goal- finding Gilgamesh. What would Jasper do when he found him? He had the vague beginnings of a plan, but all he knew was that he wanted to come home. Home. He had forgotten the feeling of being where one belonged in the past year. A month ago, he had tasted it for but a moment, but was distracted quickly. There was no point in fighting him anymore, especially not when there was a much larger threat in the world now, the unrivaled-in-power Tova Diablo - the bane of Jasper's existence.
But when he thought of the man's name, he didn't react in the way he was used to. His body did not burn with hate, nor clench with anger, as it usually did at the sheer implication of his name. No, the fire that burned within him at the thought of what this man did to him burned much more coldly, but in a greater fashion. It gave him more drive, more power.
With this, Jasper staggered a few more steps forward- but, despite himself,abruptly fell to a knee in the middle of the street, and began coughing uncontrollably. For minutes, he kept on hacking, nobody daring to approach the wounded Shinigami. Jasper's coughing slowly died down, and now barely conscious of the souls around them, felt a bit embarrassed. Bringing his zanpakuto, still in its scabbard, from his side, Jasper used it to stand up slowly, as to not rush himself. As he looked around at the staring crowd, he asked with a hoarse voice-
"Where can I find Gilgamesh?"