Post by Nagisa on Dec 29, 2014 15:04:50 GMT -5
Continued from the Revolution thread. For a complete read, please follow this link.
Order. Chaos.
Freedom. Security.
Hailing from the edges of the Rukongai and having pursued a nomadic lifestyle for as long as she could remember Nagisa had always thought she favored the former over the later. The freedom to come. The freedom to leave. The utterly devastating and yet empowering feeling of having your life in your own hands. However, the longer she stood in the crowd, watching the absurd theater proceed from one act into the next she slowly questioned that conviction. Wondered if that was truly what she believed.
Are they mad? Or is it I who does not understand the way of the world?
Without so much as batting an eyelid the Amai called to action. To war. Over a name. Perhaps there was power in names beyond what Nagi had thought, yet to spill blood over a name was something that seemed utterly…well, stupid. There were enough threats and occasions in this world to dye one’s hands and sword crimson. Why would anyone want to kill a fellow man? Yes, actions speak louder than words do – but I don’t like these actions at all. The Chinda shook her head: Have they all lost their reason? Nagisa couldn’t looked around. Perhaps they all were under some kind of spell? Was this really happening? The Amai unsheathed his blade, leaving the younger Chinda to wonder for how long her older sister would tolerate such antics. Yet when he spoke, it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Powers of a Hollow? What on earth is he talking about?
The pride of the man was repulsive. It made Nagi narrow her eyes and begin to push through the crowd subconsciously, for as much as she wanted to just turn her back and leave there was something obscure that drew her closer. Was it the unknown? The excitement? The idea of this event going down in history? Whatever it was the Shinigami couldn’t tell, but with ever meter she gained her grasp on the different Reiatsu became clearer and clearer. The Chinda focused her attention on the Captain Commander and her sister. What would he have to say to these accusations? As laughable of a figure the Amai was, the way he had spoken had given Nagisa the impression that he had not lied. And how would her sister do? She acted so strangely already…
The Captain Commander grabbed the microphone and as his words echoed through the crowd they filled Nagi’s head with peace. Ha! How could she even have believed for a moment that the leader of the Gotei could be filled with a Hollow’s taint? Yet…as much as she wanted to believe his words, today too many had lied to warrant blind trust. “What!?” Shock found its way into her face as Ine stripped Suiren, the young woman who had just proclaimed her love for him. However, before the Chinda could come to further conclusions the sight of the tattooed number stopped her. “I…I thought they all had died?” The event of said massacre had occurred well before her time, but still the repercussions echoed throughout Soul Society so that the story was a well known one. The story that followed was good. Plausible. Believable.
Is it really? the Farseer whispered into her ear.
Within the blink of an eye Kiriko had apprehended the traitor.
A giggling filled the air, grew to a roaring laughter and was accompanied by an otherworldly Reiatsu. It chilled Nagisa to the bone, made sweat break out on her forehead and within one moment she knew that whoever it was, wherever it was, Nagisa could not be far enough away from it. As much as fear clouded her head though, there was one sentence that rang as clear as day. Kiriko, doing everything in her power to please a man. What? Impossible. The Onee-san she knew owed nothing to nobody, was her own master, was strong and independent. Thoughts raced each other. Only the sight of the nobles on the screen, as well as the enormous nail, brought the younger Chinda back. That is an intruder, she decided. She is lying. About everything. Especially Onee-san. The expression in Nagisa’s widely opened eyes had changed. Instead of fearfulness there now stood determination. Nobody slandered her sister’s name and lived to tell the tale.
And then the world stood still.
The protective dome over Seireitei cracked, broke. Impossible. In the entire history of the Gotei there was no single occasion recorded during which this had occurred. Still though, shards of spiritual energy rained down upon the people, and the moonless night seemed to hold ominous, dangerous promises. ‘Tonight this world changes,’ it seemed to say: ‘Things will never be the same.’
Despite the uproar, despite the chaos, there was one voice that managed to cut through it all. A bald man, tall and proud, waded through the masses, pointing fingers accusingly at Kenshou Ine. Nagisa knew that man. He was Tokiyo Fujikagi. He had served her older sister and according to rumors they had got along rather well – an unusual detail worthy of being remembered, considering Kiriko’s nature – before he had left her in favor of heading an own division. Now the third was his, he was Shun’s Captain and the Master of Kido. The bald man was furious, his Reiatsu flaring in a manner that caused many of the people around Nagisa to fall to their knees and struggle – and then Fujikagi set the stage ablaze.
The younger Chinda had never been too good at Kido, but when this Captain spoke an incantation it was clear that one did not want to be at the receiving end of his anger. The fine hair on Nagi’s neck stood up and every muscle in her body urged her to run, to get as far away from the stage as possible, lest she be caught in the crossfire. And yet Nagisa could not look away. Could not move an inch. Before her eyes she had seen how a young woman had put her heart on the line, and not only had she been rejected and embarrassed in the most cruel of manners, now she was facing death. And there is nothing I can do about it. The thought felt cold.
There is nothing you can do. the Farseer tried to console. This is far, far beyond you.
All I see is a woman that will die, never knowing why.
You can’t help her, the Spirit said: But you can remember her. Grow and become someone who can make a difference.
Fire. Death The stench of seared flash. An existence erased with not even the faintest trace of Reiatsu left. Despite never having known the woman, Nagisa could not help herself but feel a pang of pain in her chest. Empathy.
However, there was no time to process it at all. As quickly as he had come Tokiyo vanished, and as he did a giant tower of a building nearby exploded, crashed into the masses. Papers and books were sent flying everywhere. What? Immediately the Chinda knew that this was not supposed to have happened. Naturally nobody wanted structures to collapse, but it felt as if any of the Captains would have gladly sacrificed any building but this one. The contains that spilled like the guts of a fallen soldier seemed precious, seemed dangerous. A stack of papers smacked against her side, and before Nagisa could truly think about what she was doing she pocketed a handful of them. Then the perpetrator landed in their midst.
A bolt of purple, seemingly littered with stars, shot towards the stage and the Captain Commander himself stepped up to meet it, blade in hand. But whether he lived through it or not, Nagisa initially could not tell, too big was the explosion. Stemming herself against the explosion the lithe woman quickly found herself blown back, forced to flash step through the unknown, dodging dangerous debris more on instinct than anything else, and when all was settled she was miraculously unharmed. Ine wasn’t. Not at all.
With eyes wide in shock the younger Chinda suddenly felt cold. “H-his arm…” It was gone. What one earth was strong enough to do something like that to the Captain Commander? Was he…dead? It took a moment, and then another before the Flash God struggled to his feet, sword in hand. Nagisa felt relieved.
Do your duty. That was the command, and like her Onee-san, Nagisa would follow it – no matter what fate had in store for her. These people, these men and women, they are my family. Amongst them I have felt more at home in a few years than in all the centuries since Kiriko left me. She gripped her sword, releasing her Shikai. The younger Chinda knew that what she was doing was stupid. Foolish even. Yet it was her duty as a soldier. And had the Lightbringer as well as her Onee-san not always emphasized how these had to come before all else?
Fire and smoke filled the air. The stench of seared flesh mixed with the cries of the wounded and dying, forming a crescendo for the senses that overwhelmed many. Nagisa however did not move. Not an inch. Time and time again her blue eyes wandered from the Captain Commander to her sister to the orchestrator. By appearance alone it was a young woman, dressed in traditional clothing. She was pleasant on the eyes, with a playful look on her face. How repulsive. How wicked. How despicable.
Did she, no, did that thing know no decency? Had it no regard for life and death? Just because it had nothing left it did not give it the right to take from others. Yet as much as the intruder’s actions caused Nagisa’s blood to boil, it also made her break out in cold sweat. I am scared. she admitted.
Breathe, child. the Farseer’s voice was soothing, affirming. No matter what happens, I am with you. We are together.
“Thank you,” the younger Chinda whispered and gripped her sword tighter, deriving strength and consolation from her Spirit’s presence. However, words were not enough and as another wave of that otherworldly Reiatsu swept over the women her legs began to shake. “Will I die today, Farseer?” Her voice was a whisper, barely audible.
NO! the reply was firm, left no room for doubt. I am with you. Together we will persevere.
Nagisa swallowed, made it a conscious action in attempt to rid herself of the doubt and the fear that began to paralyze her limbs. You have always watched over me, Farseer. You have guided me, provided counsel and direction. The hand on the hilt steadied. You have taught me many things, but perhaps above all that I need to learn to walk my own path. To stand up for what I believe in. The Chinda inhaled deeply. It is time I proved to you that your lessons where not in vain.
Do your duty.
Again the words echoed through her mind. Duty, yes…but it’s more than that. The icy eyes transfixed on the alien woman. It is my passion, my life. I choose this path. Not for anyone, but me. Because I like it, no matter how it ends.
Nagisa felt sudden warmth in her chest, her heart. As if something, no, someone had touched her, was truly one with her – perhaps for the very first time. I will not let it end. the Farseer whispered: You are too dear to me.
With a flash step the Nagisa Chinda crossed the distance between her and the mysterious woman that leveled buildings and mutilated Captain Commanders. She came in from the side, from the blind spot, but would it even make a difference? Eyes wide, and unknowingly a slight smile on her face, Nagisa struck, just as her duty demanded. As her consciousness demanded. Just as Onee-san would have. Despite the death that might await her Nagi was not afraid, but rather hopeful that in her life she had done one thing that Kiriko would not only frown upon, but also endorse. After all, she was doing her best as a soldier.
Onee-san…
There was another thought in her heart as well as she stormed onwards to defy death. Or rather another being. Another love. It was different from her childish infatuation with the Minamoto. Different from the warmth she felt when being with her friends. Different from the excitement she gained when going into battle. It was familiar though, a form of love so pure and pristine it filled every corner of her soul. In all her years only one name had provoked such dedication: Kiriko. Today, now, there seemed to be someone else though who also had found her way into Nagisa’s heart: The Farseer.
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ooc: only claiming for the new part. I stuck two posts together, if they dont fit well I'll come back later to fix it, but for today I am burned out @_@