Post by Kasumi Shinoda on Jul 2, 2017 17:40:23 GMT -5
How do you feel, Vör would have definitely asked her should the Zanpakutō had been hanging on her hip. The knowledge of that brought a certain amount of relief about the absence of her Spirit. There was no easy way to go about the current storm of feelings which was raging through her mind and body, and was only being numbed by the oppressive nature of the Nest.
‘I am sorry, but you can’t deny that I am the obvious choice to carry on Kiriko’s legacy.’
The words still echoed through her mind when she closed another gate which should prevent Nagisa from escaping this wonderfully crafted prison. Killing Kiriko’s little sister had never been Kasumi’s intention, and that’s why the Nest appeared to be the best option for the closest person she had to family. Should fate smile upon the Vaizard then she might even survive the bunch of them and come free one day. Unfortunately for her that day wasn’t marked anywhere in the foreseeable future.
Had she done this for Nagisa’s sake or her own?
She couldn’t answer that question now and perhaps she never would. Pouring her energy into the seal – one quite similar to the mysterious lock she had found on the Muken – Kasumi took a deep breath to soothe her somewhat raw nerves. Nagisa was ‘safe’ and the Second belonged to her. Two for the price of one. If that wasn’t a good deal then she didn’t know what was supposed to be one.
When the stones clicked into place she stared at the bright blue lines until they faded. Both the struggle with Nagisa and the mental task of accepting her current deed had their toll on her. The Nest wasn’t helping the eerie cold and slightly suffocating feeling which was settling down in her chest. Like a curled, iron rod it ate at her energy whenever she moved. It sickeningly tugged at her stomach but she stubbornly ignored it.
From now on she had to be strong. Stronger than before. There were goals she had to reach and if she truly wanted to fold her fingers around them then she had to discard certain things. People, even. The road ahead would be long and it would be ruthless. Months, years, decades, it might take her to see what those other places were about. And then there was everyone and everything within them.
How was she supposed to take what existed beyond her own perception?
The question bugged her all the way back to the Annex. Even her Spirit remained quiet once reattached to the side of her hip. She knew what had been done, what had to be done, and while she might be disapproving it there wasn’t much of a choice.
Time would heal, they said. Kasumi certainly hoped that at least a bit of that was right. It wasn’t even for herself that she wanted it, but for those she has and would hurt. Her Spirit bitterly laughed. Something about it had her believe that Vör saw no truth in those thoughts. She couldn’t blame her, the guilt was still as fresh as falling snow.
The shoji slid to the side almost soundlessly. Her stormy gray eyes tired of today’s event landed on the moving shadow. “Who’s there?” She coldly asked after a short deadly silence.
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‘I am sorry, but you can’t deny that I am the obvious choice to carry on Kiriko’s legacy.’
The words still echoed through her mind when she closed another gate which should prevent Nagisa from escaping this wonderfully crafted prison. Killing Kiriko’s little sister had never been Kasumi’s intention, and that’s why the Nest appeared to be the best option for the closest person she had to family. Should fate smile upon the Vaizard then she might even survive the bunch of them and come free one day. Unfortunately for her that day wasn’t marked anywhere in the foreseeable future.
Had she done this for Nagisa’s sake or her own?
She couldn’t answer that question now and perhaps she never would. Pouring her energy into the seal – one quite similar to the mysterious lock she had found on the Muken – Kasumi took a deep breath to soothe her somewhat raw nerves. Nagisa was ‘safe’ and the Second belonged to her. Two for the price of one. If that wasn’t a good deal then she didn’t know what was supposed to be one.
When the stones clicked into place she stared at the bright blue lines until they faded. Both the struggle with Nagisa and the mental task of accepting her current deed had their toll on her. The Nest wasn’t helping the eerie cold and slightly suffocating feeling which was settling down in her chest. Like a curled, iron rod it ate at her energy whenever she moved. It sickeningly tugged at her stomach but she stubbornly ignored it.
From now on she had to be strong. Stronger than before. There were goals she had to reach and if she truly wanted to fold her fingers around them then she had to discard certain things. People, even. The road ahead would be long and it would be ruthless. Months, years, decades, it might take her to see what those other places were about. And then there was everyone and everything within them.
How was she supposed to take what existed beyond her own perception?
The question bugged her all the way back to the Annex. Even her Spirit remained quiet once reattached to the side of her hip. She knew what had been done, what had to be done, and while she might be disapproving it there wasn’t much of a choice.
Time would heal, they said. Kasumi certainly hoped that at least a bit of that was right. It wasn’t even for herself that she wanted it, but for those she has and would hurt. Her Spirit bitterly laughed. Something about it had her believe that Vör saw no truth in those thoughts. She couldn’t blame her, the guilt was still as fresh as falling snow.
The shoji slid to the side almost soundlessly. Her stormy gray eyes tired of today’s event landed on the moving shadow. “Who’s there?” She coldly asked after a short deadly silence.
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