Post by Kireon on Jul 11, 2015 11:22:07 GMT -5
She screamed for her mother for the first time in years.
Dark and stifling, she struggled for breath as agony from the slightest movement wracked her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dotted the stone and clay and soil beneath her body, furrows from where her fingers had scrabbled for purchase, dug deep to try and give herself something, anything to hold on to while whatever that bitch, that jeweled eyed bitch had done to her ravaged her from the inside out with serrated talons ripping and tearing and shredding every last inch of her.
Called over and over again for someone who had never come to her side as a child through the nightmares that plagued her at night. Screamed and begged and pleaded for the woman who had given birth to her to make it stop, to make it go away just this once and she would do anything. She would be a good girl, she promised to the cloying darkness all around her, she would be a good girl. She wouldn't disobey ever again, she would go to whatever classes or omiai the woman wanted her to. She would leave the Shrine, she would move back into her mother's household and do her duties as a proper daughter should.
She would do anything her mother wanted if she would just take this pain away.
As always-- she didn't answer.
The stench of her own vomit as the pain grew too much to bear and her stomach rebelled filled the air somewhere nearby.
Sobbing, endless, endless sobbing as the shredding began again.
Being beaten hadn't been this terrible.
What had happened to her in the wake of Karakura's destruction hadn't hurt this much.
Aya's experiments hadn't even hurt this much.
Agony redoubled its efforts and she curled into a ball, nails digging deep with a harsh sting into her own flesh. She wasn't going to scream. She wasn't going to cry out. She could get through this. She could get through this. She could get through thi--
White-hot and burning lanced through her breast, the scored flesh throbbing, nausea sending bile up her throat and flooded through clenched teeth and burned through her nose as she choked. Broke down all over again between ragged, hacking coughs as her body rebelled against her.
When her mother failed to come, just like always, the next round sent her into hysterical weeping for Hi-to.
She promised him everything she could think of-- he could take her apart piece by piece. He could burn her alive-- could do that thing with his own blood and blow her up into little pieces. He could dissect her and run as many experiments on her, torture her as much as he wanted to until she died if he would make it stop. She would lay still while Hyperion melted the flesh from her bones and turned her into an unrecognizable lump of charred bone and melted flesh.
She apologized, over and over and over and over again in a flurry of tears and choked gasps from a throat growing ever ragged.
She was sorry, didn't he understand that? She was sorry she did something wrong, that she was a bad person and that whatever she had done meant she needed to die-- she wouldn't fight him again if he would just be there, just one more time, just one last time, please be there and make it go away.
Asgard stood guard, helpless, the red glare of his eyes and the dim glow in exposed quartz that peeked through the joints of his body the only light to be found so far beneath the surface. Away from everyone, everything but the occasional earthworm that wriggled past in the darkness and the roots stretching deep, deep beneath bedrock.
She knew 'they' could hear, after all. Would sense what was going on if they stayed on the surface.
Died down again, enough to leave her breathless, gasping for air as she rolled to her back. Chest and shoulders heaving, entire body shaking from exertion as pins and needles raced in painful arcs further up her fingers and toes. Calm beneath the next storm, brown eyes staring sightlessly at the pitch black ceiling somewhere above her head.
She was going to die down there, wasn't she?
Asgard had brought her there, knowing she wouldn't have wanted to kill any innocent people-- those two who had hurt her, who made her hurt so much weren't innocent-- and had condemned her to be all alone to face her fate.
She hated him. Hated him with every fiber of her being, and she would have welcomed even his company there. After all they had shared, after all he had done and had just betrayed her when she couldn't have imagined him doing so-- she wanted him there too. Even he would have been better than the endless stretch of silence broken only by the occasional creak of earth and stone shifting around her and her screams and cries echoing. She might forgive him if he would just be there for her, just that one last time. Dying hurt enough she could forgive him for it, this was worse than turning into a Hollow and she would have welcomed that over this any day.
Creeping along the edges of her spine, dragging down with red hot nails across her nerves and alit her senses back to blind agony.
She called for Colin-- for the one who always seemed to find her when she least expected him to. When she wasn't sure where to go, was losing hope and faith in everything-- he was there and he would be there soon, right?
But the air couldn't escape from there; stagnant and still as it was, Asgard had found a pocket trapped so long ago and she was losing it the longer she stayed. Her voice couldn't reach him-- would never reach him again at this rate. She begged him to help her, to put her out of her misery, to silence her so she couldn't drive herself insane with the sound of her own voice. One more time, she begged, just one more time. Hold her just one more time. Tell her that she was silly, that the world wasn't ending and that she mattered and would live through it if she tried just one more time.
In a voice vanishing from a throat screamed raw, she apologized to him too.
For failing him, for failing to be everything she should have been and couldn't be. For driving him away, not being strong enough to help him and for hurting him. For not having the control she needed to make him feel safe-- for not letting him protect her for once, not allowing him to take her away from Karakura, because if they had... if they had gone together, maybe she could have kept him from being hurt by whoever shot him. He may have never gotten hurt or scared or damaged or anything if she had just said 'okay' and gone with him.
She was sorry she hadn't kissed him one last time or allowed him to be kind and protect her while she slept.
Apologized and begged for Aya to save her once more, promised to endure whatever experiments or form of payment the proud Espada turned Queen would ask of her.
Called for the man who had condemned her emotional conflict and inner turmoil, the man with the cute daughter who wanted to be friends and looked for the one he loved. He would be merciful, wouldn't he?
Called for the few he had met before-- for Dew, for Raphael, Adimus, and Keenan. For Kohaku and Kokuou and Xiaobei and Souta. Any of them would do, didn't they understand that?
Nazomi, she would be more than okay with him being there. He would know what to do, would tell her how stupid she was and scoff at her, or threaten to take her mind off of it by hurting her worse even though she couldn't even fathom hurting more than she did right at that moment. She would pay his price too-- would do anything if he were to show up and offer one of his Freudian deals.
The glowing in her peripheral vision quickly faded, eyes unfocused, tunneling as unconsciousness stole her away little by little. Thought fading, pain still the forefront and only thing she could feel fading into something distant and not.
Home.
She called for home.
For the Shrine and its forests and mountains all around her.
For the great tree that kept her safe in its twisted branches.
For her family there-- Sakuya's family who had taken her into their home and heart.
For her wife, Hollow or not, she would love her nonetheless and needed her.
They didn't need to do anything, really, they just needed to be close by. Close enough she didn't have to be alone anymore while this happened. Before everything turned to nothing and her senses turned numb from pain but still made her feel every last thing happening on a cellular level.
Her final thought before she lost herself to the shadows rising to claim her... she would have even welcomed the devil king himself, in all his cruel, sadistic arrogance, if it meant not enduring this alone for even one more second.
And, in doing so, didn't feel the whisper of familiar reiatsu that pierced through the earth itself, worried and comforting, to brush against her from a blind guardian who couldn't reach her from the surface.
Helpless, just as he had been before.
[Thread End]
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WC: 1612
GP: 21
Total GP: 21
Dark and stifling, she struggled for breath as agony from the slightest movement wracked her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dotted the stone and clay and soil beneath her body, furrows from where her fingers had scrabbled for purchase, dug deep to try and give herself something, anything to hold on to while whatever that bitch, that jeweled eyed bitch had done to her ravaged her from the inside out with serrated talons ripping and tearing and shredding every last inch of her.
Called over and over again for someone who had never come to her side as a child through the nightmares that plagued her at night. Screamed and begged and pleaded for the woman who had given birth to her to make it stop, to make it go away just this once and she would do anything. She would be a good girl, she promised to the cloying darkness all around her, she would be a good girl. She wouldn't disobey ever again, she would go to whatever classes or omiai the woman wanted her to. She would leave the Shrine, she would move back into her mother's household and do her duties as a proper daughter should.
She would do anything her mother wanted if she would just take this pain away.
As always-- she didn't answer.
The stench of her own vomit as the pain grew too much to bear and her stomach rebelled filled the air somewhere nearby.
Sobbing, endless, endless sobbing as the shredding began again.
Being beaten hadn't been this terrible.
What had happened to her in the wake of Karakura's destruction hadn't hurt this much.
Aya's experiments hadn't even hurt this much.
Agony redoubled its efforts and she curled into a ball, nails digging deep with a harsh sting into her own flesh. She wasn't going to scream. She wasn't going to cry out. She could get through this. She could get through this. She could get through thi--
White-hot and burning lanced through her breast, the scored flesh throbbing, nausea sending bile up her throat and flooded through clenched teeth and burned through her nose as she choked. Broke down all over again between ragged, hacking coughs as her body rebelled against her.
When her mother failed to come, just like always, the next round sent her into hysterical weeping for Hi-to.
She promised him everything she could think of-- he could take her apart piece by piece. He could burn her alive-- could do that thing with his own blood and blow her up into little pieces. He could dissect her and run as many experiments on her, torture her as much as he wanted to until she died if he would make it stop. She would lay still while Hyperion melted the flesh from her bones and turned her into an unrecognizable lump of charred bone and melted flesh.
She apologized, over and over and over and over again in a flurry of tears and choked gasps from a throat growing ever ragged.
She was sorry, didn't he understand that? She was sorry she did something wrong, that she was a bad person and that whatever she had done meant she needed to die-- she wouldn't fight him again if he would just be there, just one more time, just one last time, please be there and make it go away.
Asgard stood guard, helpless, the red glare of his eyes and the dim glow in exposed quartz that peeked through the joints of his body the only light to be found so far beneath the surface. Away from everyone, everything but the occasional earthworm that wriggled past in the darkness and the roots stretching deep, deep beneath bedrock.
She knew 'they' could hear, after all. Would sense what was going on if they stayed on the surface.
He had to keep her safe.
Died down again, enough to leave her breathless, gasping for air as she rolled to her back. Chest and shoulders heaving, entire body shaking from exertion as pins and needles raced in painful arcs further up her fingers and toes. Calm beneath the next storm, brown eyes staring sightlessly at the pitch black ceiling somewhere above her head.
She was going to die down there, wasn't she?
Asgard had brought her there, knowing she wouldn't have wanted to kill any innocent people-- those two who had hurt her, who made her hurt so much weren't innocent-- and had condemned her to be all alone to face her fate.
She hated him. Hated him with every fiber of her being, and she would have welcomed even his company there. After all they had shared, after all he had done and had just betrayed her when she couldn't have imagined him doing so-- she wanted him there too. Even he would have been better than the endless stretch of silence broken only by the occasional creak of earth and stone shifting around her and her screams and cries echoing. She might forgive him if he would just be there for her, just that one last time. Dying hurt enough she could forgive him for it, this was worse than turning into a Hollow and she would have welcomed that over this any day.
Creeping along the edges of her spine, dragging down with red hot nails across her nerves and alit her senses back to blind agony.
She called for Colin-- for the one who always seemed to find her when she least expected him to. When she wasn't sure where to go, was losing hope and faith in everything-- he was there and he would be there soon, right?
But the air couldn't escape from there; stagnant and still as it was, Asgard had found a pocket trapped so long ago and she was losing it the longer she stayed. Her voice couldn't reach him-- would never reach him again at this rate. She begged him to help her, to put her out of her misery, to silence her so she couldn't drive herself insane with the sound of her own voice. One more time, she begged, just one more time. Hold her just one more time. Tell her that she was silly, that the world wasn't ending and that she mattered and would live through it if she tried just one more time.
In a voice vanishing from a throat screamed raw, she apologized to him too.
For failing him, for failing to be everything she should have been and couldn't be. For driving him away, not being strong enough to help him and for hurting him. For not having the control she needed to make him feel safe-- for not letting him protect her for once, not allowing him to take her away from Karakura, because if they had... if they had gone together, maybe she could have kept him from being hurt by whoever shot him. He may have never gotten hurt or scared or damaged or anything if she had just said 'okay' and gone with him.
She was sorry she hadn't kissed him one last time or allowed him to be kind and protect her while she slept.
Apologized and begged for Aya to save her once more, promised to endure whatever experiments or form of payment the proud Espada turned Queen would ask of her.
Called for the man who had condemned her emotional conflict and inner turmoil, the man with the cute daughter who wanted to be friends and looked for the one he loved. He would be merciful, wouldn't he?
Called for the few he had met before-- for Dew, for Raphael, Adimus, and Keenan. For Kohaku and Kokuou and Xiaobei and Souta. Any of them would do, didn't they understand that?
Nazomi, she would be more than okay with him being there. He would know what to do, would tell her how stupid she was and scoff at her, or threaten to take her mind off of it by hurting her worse even though she couldn't even fathom hurting more than she did right at that moment. She would pay his price too-- would do anything if he were to show up and offer one of his Freudian deals.
The glowing in her peripheral vision quickly faded, eyes unfocused, tunneling as unconsciousness stole her away little by little. Thought fading, pain still the forefront and only thing she could feel fading into something distant and not.
Home.
She called for home.
For the Shrine and its forests and mountains all around her.
For the great tree that kept her safe in its twisted branches.
For her family there-- Sakuya's family who had taken her into their home and heart.
For her wife, Hollow or not, she would love her nonetheless and needed her.
They didn't need to do anything, really, they just needed to be close by. Close enough she didn't have to be alone anymore while this happened. Before everything turned to nothing and her senses turned numb from pain but still made her feel every last thing happening on a cellular level.
Her final thought before she lost herself to the shadows rising to claim her... she would have even welcomed the devil king himself, in all his cruel, sadistic arrogance, if it meant not enduring this alone for even one more second.
And, in doing so, didn't feel the whisper of familiar reiatsu that pierced through the earth itself, worried and comforting, to brush against her from a blind guardian who couldn't reach her from the surface.
Helpless, just as he had been before.
[Thread End]
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WC: 1612
GP: 21
Total GP: 21