Post by Fulfillment on Jul 24, 2014 10:47:37 GMT -5
Kiriko couldn't get the image out of her eyes. That stark sepia toned vision of her Lieutenant laying at the feet of another, dark black blood pooling around his body. This was not the first time she had seen him so felled but it was the first time he had made such a foolish mistake. Holding back. Not taking things seriously. Letting his heart get in the way of success. Letting that man's words seep into his very soul until Fujikagi had been nothing but a faltering mess where once had stood a behemoth of a wall. It was the first time he had been responsible for his fall.
It was unacceptable.
A weakness she could not allow in her own subordinate. Not when she had to ask so much of everyone around her. Not when there was no clemency for those who followed her lead. Fujikagi had set out with a goal, and instead of destroying anything in his path, he had allowed morality to cloud his sense of purpose. She had seen it, that day, standing hidden in the crowd. The awe-inspiring bloom of power, the unfurling of his soul, and then the defeat. The bitter, bitter, defeat.
Losing was not the end of the world. Giving up was.
And Fujikagi had failed not just the Nibantai's public image, but himself. A failure that would sting enough on its own without her intervention, she knew that personally. And yet... Kiriko couldn't step aside. She was unable, or unwilling, to blink away that scene. To forgive and move on. Fujikagi was endangering his whole life with such careless tactics, such aversion to efficiency. It was a flaw in his character that would see him dead. And Kiriko... Kiriko could not allow another one of the people she cared about the free reign to betray her like they always did. It had never been personal for them. She was an afterthought, a side effect. But the ripples of their choices struck her like a tsunami all the same.
Oneesama choosing to sacrifice her life for some worthless soul, choosing the ability to feel good about herself over her dedication to her sister.
Tsukimiya-taichou walking off into the sunset as if everything would be fine without him. As if his peace of mind was more important then what he was leaving behind.
Kachekiwa's disappearance on the eve of Kiriko's embarkation into troubled waters. The shared bond mattering less then dirt when it came time to say goodbye.
Sakamoto's utter betrayal just when Kiriko thought that maybe friendship wasn't a cursed word. When she had mistakenly thought that trust meant that she could believe in another to come to her with their problems.
And now this. Tokiyo was going to do what he thought best, following a path towards some bright future. And in doing so he would die, a weakened fool. Leaving Kiriko with a list of dead names.
Every abandonment before had been out of her hands. That was the difference with this one. Fujikagi was still her subordinate. Still her Lieutenant. And he was law-bound to listen to her. To obey her orders. No matter what it took Kiriko knew that she had the power to shift fate here today. She could be the one to show Fujikagi the correct path. To point out what parts of himself he needed to cleave away, the softer, more vulnerable mental tissue, in order to become indestructible. In order to become better then he was now.
Kiriko knew it would hurt. Both of them. Though not equally. But it was for the best. It was what was necessary. They had a goal to achieve in this world, and she refused to allow Fujikagi to waver from his destined path. He had crossed the line into the territory of the bad-guys and he couldn't simple step back over the boundary to be cleansed from his past now. No one could escape their past. It was sheer lunacy that he believed it. That that fool of a Minamoto had succeeded in poisoning his mind with Third Division fallacies.
But it would all be okay. Kiriko would fix everything. A hell-butterfly fluttered off her fingertips and headed out the open window, carried on tufts of a breeze as it sought out her Lieutenant. A formal meeting. That was all that she needed. A few minutes of privacy to shake him back to his senses.
Kiriko was already so adept at ignoring Aneue that it really took no effort at all to modify her mental filter and push out the cool disapproval from Hahaue. She was so used to that feeling of late, the disgust and reproach that manifested like the touch of an icy snow from her Inner Hollow. Her moral compass was something she too needed to shed. The angel on her shoulder had ceased to serve a purpose for some time now and dead baggage was useless to someone on her type of mission. Kiriko knew that, intellectually, but the pieces of her that still yearned for the approval of her “Mother” lingered on. Painfully tugging at her heartstrings in a way that Hahaue's reserved lectures never could.
Maybe today they would both break free.
WC: 872 | GP: 17 | Total GP: 17