Post by Kimihiro Koichi on Mar 28, 2011 4:55:00 GMT -5
The sun beamed radiantly in the skies above the Seiretei. The shinigami busied themselves below: running there errands, training, studying, thinking. They did so without much enthusiasm, their movements slowed down by the star's motherly warmth and their thoughts in disarray from the luminous rays. Those who were enjoying moments of peace on such a day were greatly envied and the captain of the third division would be one of the people on the receiving end of that spiteful feeling but he had a very important business that day. He sat in his office, which was tidy and organised for the first time in the last two months - a sign of most of the paperwork related and accumulated through the promotion period being done with. Despite the happy occasion Kimihiro Koichi was not in such a jolly mood. It seemed that since the workload's tide has subsided the people down in the 6th division decided to strike. It was nothing serious, they said, just a mundane run-through of the occurrences some eight years ago, regarding his fight with the 2bd division's Fujita Makato. Shinigami sighed, memory of that night awakening the slumbering beast of worry in the mind.
Memory, although, was not such reliable tool in recollecting the events that transpired back then. Kimihiro, still a 3d seat, remembered being chased out of bed by yet another nightmare: a deathly white hand reaching out to him, trying to grab his helpless self and drag back into darkness. He remembered walking aimlessly around Seiretei, before seeking a refuge in a dojo far on the outskirts of the Court of Pure Souls. There he met Fujita Makato, 4th seat of the second division and they have decided to spar a little bit. It all began rather orderly, but then Kimihiro, already feeling under the madness' decaying touch, dove deeper into the spiritual awareness in order to perceive opponent's next move and then... Kimihiro, captain of the 3d division, rubbed his eyes wearily. What came next was a struggle within, a ruthless battle of wills, between him and the hollow inside. Since then he had managed to build numerous barriers to hold the beast but the scars of that encounter remained. The dojo they thought in was completely destroyed, which came as no surprise since two seated officers have released their zanpaktou. The 3d divisioners that came to rescue the combatants, who were both gravely wounded and unconscious, did not know much about what happened and Fujita and his friends kept their mouths shut, before disappearing from Soul Society altogether.
The reason 6th division 3d seat was coming for a brief questioning was exactly regarding the missing shinigami. Koichi knew that very well, yet even recollecting the shards of that night felt as if he was in front of that gaping maw once more, its insatiable hunger and envy creeping under his skin. The fact that a 3d seat was sent in to question a captain was a blessing in disguise. She could be less insightful or be simply overwhelmed by the presence of the superior officer. Being careful would still be a course of action for him, pride, after all, was a nasty sin. The order to guide the woman straight to his office was given so all that remained was to wait.
WC: 552
GP: 11 {total: 11}
Memory, although, was not such reliable tool in recollecting the events that transpired back then. Kimihiro, still a 3d seat, remembered being chased out of bed by yet another nightmare: a deathly white hand reaching out to him, trying to grab his helpless self and drag back into darkness. He remembered walking aimlessly around Seiretei, before seeking a refuge in a dojo far on the outskirts of the Court of Pure Souls. There he met Fujita Makato, 4th seat of the second division and they have decided to spar a little bit. It all began rather orderly, but then Kimihiro, already feeling under the madness' decaying touch, dove deeper into the spiritual awareness in order to perceive opponent's next move and then... Kimihiro, captain of the 3d division, rubbed his eyes wearily. What came next was a struggle within, a ruthless battle of wills, between him and the hollow inside. Since then he had managed to build numerous barriers to hold the beast but the scars of that encounter remained. The dojo they thought in was completely destroyed, which came as no surprise since two seated officers have released their zanpaktou. The 3d divisioners that came to rescue the combatants, who were both gravely wounded and unconscious, did not know much about what happened and Fujita and his friends kept their mouths shut, before disappearing from Soul Society altogether.
The reason 6th division 3d seat was coming for a brief questioning was exactly regarding the missing shinigami. Koichi knew that very well, yet even recollecting the shards of that night felt as if he was in front of that gaping maw once more, its insatiable hunger and envy creeping under his skin. The fact that a 3d seat was sent in to question a captain was a blessing in disguise. She could be less insightful or be simply overwhelmed by the presence of the superior officer. Being careful would still be a course of action for him, pride, after all, was a nasty sin. The order to guide the woman straight to his office was given so all that remained was to wait.
WC: 552
GP: 11 {total: 11}