Post by Fulfillment on Jun 10, 2015 22:20:23 GMT -5
The bathroom was tiny, a small square of pristine white with gleaming tile and empty space. It was austere, like most everything else in her wing of the Command Annex. It was one of the first things she had done as Captain, after the first few days of slumbering shock, denial at what fate had thrown in her lap. Not fate though, for no gods would have been as cruel as the human heart could be. Once she had shaken herself free of that idiotic doubt, thrusting reality in her face and doggedly moving forward, Kiriko had realized that she was Captain whether she liked it or not. Captain whether she kept the Captain's quarters the same as Tsukimiya-taichou left them, as if their sameness would call him back like a familiar ghost haunting its death-spot.
The changes has been swift and harsh, to mark the intensity of her own personal cuts. The bathroom was only one of the things she had gutted. Kiriko was mostly certain Tsukimiya-taichou had left most of his space like it was before he arrived and she had felt no guilt in destroying the elaborate splendor, nothing but an odd sense of unease. Like she was encroaching on the territory of gods as she detailed the exact ways in which all detail was to be removed from her quarters, leaving behind only required functional pieces and swathes of empty wall.
The discomfort had faded with time as she settled into her new title, the weight of the haori becoming something almost forgettable. Something she often took for granted. Why not? It had been expected, if only she had known what to look for, from the very beginning. Why wouldn't she have expected just one more betrayal after a long list of the very same. Tsukimiya-taichou was a man, and that was what men did in this world.
The bathroom was the only room where she allowed a mirror, a small square of polished bronze a luxury she could only have dreamed of back in the Rukongai. Most of the time she moved through her routine on automatic, never even casting a glance in the direction of the bare wall's only adornment. Content in her certainty, with herself and the world. These last few days had changed something, and she had been catching her shadow out of the corner of her eyes each morning. Enough so that the dreams had come back whenever she slept, what little she allowed herself as time to rest. The reflection in her nightmares was ghastly, as befit the crimes of her soul. All the blood on her hands, all the pain and agony. She was responsible for so much, and had never been able to make good on her debts.
Try as she might to blame everyone else, it had hit her at the Captain's meeting several days ago just how disconnected she had become ever since severing her inner spirits. She was angrier now, in a way that she never had been before. Terrified under a core of searing rage, a towering behemoth of writhing obsession and resentment. She could feel herself slipping, piece by piece her composure cracking as more often then not fury drove her mouth and her hands instead of the calm professionalism that had been her hallmark all along.
She should have been alarmed, worried even, at this loss of control. At all the things she had given up so much for slipping through her fingers, drifting away like cotton in the breeze. It was more alarming to realize she felt nothing. No fear, no sadness, no unholy emptiness. Just that latent anger, simmering and bubbling and ready to consume her mind and soul. Her body was broken.
Ripping out her heart to remove her emotions hadn't worked, and it was time she recognized that instead of pretending everything was going according to plan. She might have removed some weaknesses, stopped the prattling of Aneue and Hahaue, overcome the trials of the past. But she had let the spark of hatred into the empty cavity that had been her heart, let it settle in and curl its tendrils throughout her entire body until it was so entrenched she didn't even feel it anymore. She had opened her arms in welcome to that evil, embracing the power that came with it. And only now did she realize what it meant to be Penance. What she had given up for such fierceness of soul.
It was a price that she could not say was worth it. That seed of regret, stifled and hidden under layers of demanding need --- because if she regretted even a second, then what was all this for? All this pain and suffering and sacrifice? --- remained no matter how she tried to convince herself of the great gains she had made.
As Penance she could no longer be struck down by another. She could no longer suffer the damage of being tossed away. She could finally make the people around her need her, she could reverse the power structure and ensure she was the one who set terms and created rules. This was all she had ever wanted. To escape the cycle of pain, to be the one to hurt another instead of the one being hurt. And in return she lost her rationality. Big deal! Except sometimes it really did feel like a little thing to trade off for, such a little insignificant detail. And that was truly terrifying, that lackadaisical focus on the very goal she had cut her soul apart to achieve. The determination that had driven her to these lengths.
She needed to save Soul Society. To restructure the world by burning away all the darkness. By purifying Seireitei and bringing them back to their true strength and power. The cycle of souls had to be protected and humanity had to be saved. That was worth any loss.
That was what she had believed. Until all her allies had betrayed her. Until Tsukimiya-taichou abandoned the dream and ran away to lick his wounds. Until Fujikagi-san tossed away her connection, her mentorship, as if he no longer cared for the dream either. Until Severance let power go to her head, telling the world just what would happen when you strayed from the righteous path. Until Sakamoto threw all Kiriko's emotions back in her face, burning her loyalty and teaching her just what it meant to trust. She had had to experience the lesson a thousand and one times before finally learning it, but learn she did, and now Kiriko knew better than to entrust her dream to anyone else. Knew just what they would do to it, and her heart alongside it.
And yet, as she watched herself drift farther away from the sanity she held so precious, she couldn't ignore the fact that going alone wasn't proving successful. She needed someone she could trust to help reign her in. Someone she could trust who would be able to see what was happening and understand the risks and damnation that had to be weathered for the greater good. She needed that elusive person who would say to her face and brave her hatred when she was going too far, lost to her own demons and need to cause pain. She needed an ally in a world full of traitors.
Staring at the wan face in her mirror she accepted the thoughts that had been rustling in her head all week. She needed someone. And if she found them or not, it wouldn't change the need. If she trusted them or not, it wouldn't erase the connection. If she had to be tied to another, if she had to open this weakness up one more time, it would be the last time. The last risk, the last chance. This was not a lesson she could ignore for the thousandth and second time. It would work, or she would never try again.
Dragging her damp fingers through her hair, carefully brushing it back behind her ears, she wiped the exhaustion from her face and straightened her kimono one last time. Snapping the door shut behind her, she didn't look back at the accusing eyes that were sure to follow her from her reflection in her mirror. Instead she tried to compose her words ahead of time, dispatching a short note for Kohara instructing him to meet with her in her office as soon as he received it.
WC: 1416 | GP: 28 | Total GP: 28