Post by Shun Minamoto on May 16, 2016 19:25:56 GMT -5
Right where he wanted her.
Just like he had asked—though she had been entirely unaware who was on the other side of her phone’s LCD screen—the blonde-haired Arrancar arrived. She went straight to the railing next to the river, at the exact time, that she had been asked to. It almost disappointed Shun to see it happen all too easily.
He stood a few meters to her right as she looked around. The sun was setting behind him as he watched, completely invisible to her, as she searched for the man who had invited her here. Of course, she expected Robert—but he wasn’t going to show up. Shun had discovered their private Denreishiki communication a long while ago and, after this latest meeting with Commander Fujikagi, decided to spoof Robert’s identification.
The invitation that Evelynn received had been a fraud. Even more than that: Despite the thin crowd as evening turned to dusk, she still could not feel the presence that he hid behind Kyokkō. Everything went flawlessly and the spot she stopped at was so close that Shun could have rushed her and clipped off her head without the slightest bit of resistance. She would never see it coming.
That heavy-set disappointment grew. Part of him hoped she wouldn’t show—that it was all some coincidence, that she had died back then—because it meant he wouldn’t have to do this. She didn’t deserve this. Looking back, he could admit it.
He didn’t kill Evelynn because he didn’t want to. She didn’t deserve to die, as strange as that was for him to think. The only consolation was that he didn’t come here to purify her. He visited her now, through his own trickery, because he needed her alive. Her death would be only minimally effective for what he had in mind. As important as purifying Hollows was, even Shun put a few things above that.
Right now there were two such things in play.
Below him, past the incline of angled stone and the silvery, aluminum railing he leaned on, the water flowed quietly. Shun barely heard it from all the way up where he stood. As Evelynn continued to glance around, an unseen ghost to the civilians that meandered about and slowly left the riverside, Shun just watched. He could afford himself this luxury, this delay.
This is why you never risk getting to know a Hollow, he reminded himself with all the solemnity expected of a man who begrudgingly did what he knew was best. And it was a trap I fell into because I couldn’t see through her human shell.
An Arrancar in a Gigai, he remembered it all. It still surprised him. He, and the Seireitei at large, had no idea that Las Noches possessed such a thing.
The river continued for a while in either direction, Shun noted. They were in a sparsely urban area, something akin to the suburbs of Western countries, but still somewhat denser. It wasn’t the ideal place but, at the same time, an invitation to the middle of nowhere would have been the height of suspicious. This way, he thought, it would seem more believable: Like a date.
The two were involved, after all; Evelynn and Robert were together. From context clues and other remarks made in their supposedly private exchanges, Shun had learned that much.
Now time had run out and her unerring trust of her phone, and the man on the other side, would be her final undoing.
The spell that separated Shun’s physical and spiritual presence from the rest of the world dissolved in a flash of violets and greens. He continue to lean on the railing and turned his head to face her.
“Hello, Evelynn.”
*****
624 Words/12 GP
Total GP: 12 GP
Just like he had asked—though she had been entirely unaware who was on the other side of her phone’s LCD screen—the blonde-haired Arrancar arrived. She went straight to the railing next to the river, at the exact time, that she had been asked to. It almost disappointed Shun to see it happen all too easily.
He stood a few meters to her right as she looked around. The sun was setting behind him as he watched, completely invisible to her, as she searched for the man who had invited her here. Of course, she expected Robert—but he wasn’t going to show up. Shun had discovered their private Denreishiki communication a long while ago and, after this latest meeting with Commander Fujikagi, decided to spoof Robert’s identification.
The invitation that Evelynn received had been a fraud. Even more than that: Despite the thin crowd as evening turned to dusk, she still could not feel the presence that he hid behind Kyokkō. Everything went flawlessly and the spot she stopped at was so close that Shun could have rushed her and clipped off her head without the slightest bit of resistance. She would never see it coming.
That heavy-set disappointment grew. Part of him hoped she wouldn’t show—that it was all some coincidence, that she had died back then—because it meant he wouldn’t have to do this. She didn’t deserve this. Looking back, he could admit it.
He didn’t kill Evelynn because he didn’t want to. She didn’t deserve to die, as strange as that was for him to think. The only consolation was that he didn’t come here to purify her. He visited her now, through his own trickery, because he needed her alive. Her death would be only minimally effective for what he had in mind. As important as purifying Hollows was, even Shun put a few things above that.
Right now there were two such things in play.
Below him, past the incline of angled stone and the silvery, aluminum railing he leaned on, the water flowed quietly. Shun barely heard it from all the way up where he stood. As Evelynn continued to glance around, an unseen ghost to the civilians that meandered about and slowly left the riverside, Shun just watched. He could afford himself this luxury, this delay.
This is why you never risk getting to know a Hollow, he reminded himself with all the solemnity expected of a man who begrudgingly did what he knew was best. And it was a trap I fell into because I couldn’t see through her human shell.
An Arrancar in a Gigai, he remembered it all. It still surprised him. He, and the Seireitei at large, had no idea that Las Noches possessed such a thing.
The river continued for a while in either direction, Shun noted. They were in a sparsely urban area, something akin to the suburbs of Western countries, but still somewhat denser. It wasn’t the ideal place but, at the same time, an invitation to the middle of nowhere would have been the height of suspicious. This way, he thought, it would seem more believable: Like a date.
The two were involved, after all; Evelynn and Robert were together. From context clues and other remarks made in their supposedly private exchanges, Shun had learned that much.
Now time had run out and her unerring trust of her phone, and the man on the other side, would be her final undoing.
The spell that separated Shun’s physical and spiritual presence from the rest of the world dissolved in a flash of violets and greens. He continue to lean on the railing and turned his head to face her.
“Hello, Evelynn.”
*****
624 Words/12 GP
Total GP: 12 GP