Post by Kionchi on Sept 29, 2016 8:46:10 GMT -5
Have you ever looked up at the stars long enough to feel completely insignificant? It’s like the longer you look the more stars you see, popping up one at a time until, before you know it, the entire sky is a vast tapestry of light. Therein lies the existential dread of the over-achiever. The idea that no matter how many times you win and how important you became, you were just a blip clinging to a tiny grain of sand, meaningless in the unfathomable expanse of space. And some could even take solace in knowing they shared the same insignificant fate as everyone else, telling themselves that they had no need to push themselves too hard. But there were always those ambitious few who took reality's great apathy as a challenge.
Kionchi was just one of those tiny spots, staring at the stars, lying alone in a vast sea of white sand.
Tiny grains slipped between his fingers, his fist raised high to that eternal moonlit night. His eyes darted from one to the other, tiny white specks sparkling like stars, his mind allowed to wander in a rare lapse of focus. When he first saw images of Hueco Mundo in the academy, he actually asked his teacher if the sand wasn't the crushed masks of defeated hollow. It was a childish question he wiped away a long time ago, if only to silence the laughter of his classmates as he sat there with his hand in the air, confident in his ignorance. And yet now, his memories restored, he found a strange sense of comfort in the poetic metaphor. It gave him an amusing sense of confidence thinking of himself as being supported by the crushed ambitions of so many ruined souls beneath him. Especially thrilling was the idea that he was just a single mistake away from becoming mere grains of sand.
Erasmus’ invasion had to have started by now. He wondered if Seireitei had bothered to call Kionchi yet. His double would have long since expired by now, fortunately, he had a damned good excuse for his absence. The king has taken his sight and used it to spy on the Gotei, preparing for his attack. So Kionchi was dragged back to Las Noches against his will, slipped away once his memories were extracted, and did his best to fight the horde from the rear as best as he could, until he managed to hitch a ride with some Hollow’s garganta and return to Rukongai in just the nick of time. If he worded it just right to Shun, he might even find himself awarded. Sure beats telling another half-truth and begging for forgiveness on the verge of seppukku. Of course, if he were lucky, Shun and Tokiyo would take themselves out defeating Erasmus. The thought of all three of his mentors wiping one another out made the Fox smile mischievously.
An unexpected breeze made him close his eyes, sand billowing over his resting body as his spiritual senses picked up a hollow slowly approaching from the direction of the castle ruins.
“Another star gazer?” He spoke loud enough for the hollow to hear him, still lying on his back, his hand steady inching toward his Zanpakuto. “Or maybe just some sand blowing in the wind?”
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Kionchi was just one of those tiny spots, staring at the stars, lying alone in a vast sea of white sand.
Tiny grains slipped between his fingers, his fist raised high to that eternal moonlit night. His eyes darted from one to the other, tiny white specks sparkling like stars, his mind allowed to wander in a rare lapse of focus. When he first saw images of Hueco Mundo in the academy, he actually asked his teacher if the sand wasn't the crushed masks of defeated hollow. It was a childish question he wiped away a long time ago, if only to silence the laughter of his classmates as he sat there with his hand in the air, confident in his ignorance. And yet now, his memories restored, he found a strange sense of comfort in the poetic metaphor. It gave him an amusing sense of confidence thinking of himself as being supported by the crushed ambitions of so many ruined souls beneath him. Especially thrilling was the idea that he was just a single mistake away from becoming mere grains of sand.
Erasmus’ invasion had to have started by now. He wondered if Seireitei had bothered to call Kionchi yet. His double would have long since expired by now, fortunately, he had a damned good excuse for his absence. The king has taken his sight and used it to spy on the Gotei, preparing for his attack. So Kionchi was dragged back to Las Noches against his will, slipped away once his memories were extracted, and did his best to fight the horde from the rear as best as he could, until he managed to hitch a ride with some Hollow’s garganta and return to Rukongai in just the nick of time. If he worded it just right to Shun, he might even find himself awarded. Sure beats telling another half-truth and begging for forgiveness on the verge of seppukku. Of course, if he were lucky, Shun and Tokiyo would take themselves out defeating Erasmus. The thought of all three of his mentors wiping one another out made the Fox smile mischievously.
An unexpected breeze made him close his eyes, sand billowing over his resting body as his spiritual senses picked up a hollow slowly approaching from the direction of the castle ruins.
“Another star gazer?” He spoke loud enough for the hollow to hear him, still lying on his back, his hand steady inching toward his Zanpakuto. “Or maybe just some sand blowing in the wind?”
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