Post by Takahiro Hidekawa on May 8, 2018 15:20:12 GMT -5
A/N: Bold Italics are for Kazuto's Inner Hollow, Italics (As their own sentence) are Kazuto's thoughts/mental communications.
Kazuto was, for the first time in a very long while, taking a walk outside in the park near his home. It was probably about 11:00 PM; he hadn't cared to check the clock. After all, this was Kazuto's first real breath of fresh in over six months, there had been little thinking behind it. His life had been a blur since he'd joined up with Levi's little group of Yakuza, to say the least, and it had only slowed down very recently. The reason was obvious. Levi Grisha was dead, killed by Kazuto himself. The man had nearly killed Freyleif, who was, admittedly, trying to kill Ai Shirai at the time. Regardless, in response to the Quincy's display of power, Levi had vastly increased his strength with something that Kazuto could only imagine was somewhat akin to a shinigami's Bankai.
As much as he hated to admit it, killing Levi had been far from enjoyable. He really, truly, desperately wanted to hate the man and at a point he certainly had hated him. He'd been despicable in the worst way since Kazuto had met him, and to his death, the man had been cynical and manipulative. Ai had been a tool to him, the Yakuza was just something to fuel his god complex, and Kazuto had been some kind of partner in crime, willingly or otherwise.
It was a terrible thing to imagine, befriending somebody like that, yet Kazuto had done it, and that scared him. Their relationship had been a morbid one to be fair, so he wasn't even sure if he could have called them friends with each other, but still, there had been an impact, and that was the problem.
What's so terrible about making friends who lie, cheat, and manipulate? And if they're NOT supposed to be your friend, why worry about killing those people? I simply don't understand these little squabbles you have with 'morality'... so silly. You know you didn't enjoy killing him, so accept it: that's how you feel.
And there was still... that. He refused to acknowledge it; he knew its name, and he knew that it was simply a part of him, but he still remained stalwart in his rejection of it; he was too good of a person for something like this. If there was a way to break away from the monster he'd become, Kazuto would take it, and until further notice, he was still on that path. Tokiyo had been right though... recent events had, if anything, proven that he was a monster. At least he'd been able to get Ai away from all the violence going on; that was probably the one positive the whole situation had to offer.
Of course, this was just him getting lost in his trainwreck of a life, trying to justify all the wrongs he'd left in his wake. Kazuto needed to just stop worrying, something even he could latch on to at this point. After all, he still had a whole stroll in front of him, most of which he imagined should be used to calm down and distance himself from the bloody past few months he'd lived through.
It had never occured to him that going out, even with his Gigai, was not a good idea.
He was still being hunted by the Shinigami, that much he'd known, but he'd not expected this. It was only when he felt a significant and all-too-familiar presence appear within close proximity that he understood what was about to happen. There was not going to be much more time for self-introspection, and certainly not any time for a stroll. He had work to do.
Quickly sitting down on a nearby bench, Kazuto left his Gigai behind, taking up the spiritual form that he was still far too familiar with for his own liking. His right hand moved to rest on his Zanpakuto's handle, as he looked around before seemingly speaking to the wind, his question direct and forceful.
"How did you know where to find me?"
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Kazuto was, for the first time in a very long while, taking a walk outside in the park near his home. It was probably about 11:00 PM; he hadn't cared to check the clock. After all, this was Kazuto's first real breath of fresh in over six months, there had been little thinking behind it. His life had been a blur since he'd joined up with Levi's little group of Yakuza, to say the least, and it had only slowed down very recently. The reason was obvious. Levi Grisha was dead, killed by Kazuto himself. The man had nearly killed Freyleif, who was, admittedly, trying to kill Ai Shirai at the time. Regardless, in response to the Quincy's display of power, Levi had vastly increased his strength with something that Kazuto could only imagine was somewhat akin to a shinigami's Bankai.
As much as he hated to admit it, killing Levi had been far from enjoyable. He really, truly, desperately wanted to hate the man and at a point he certainly had hated him. He'd been despicable in the worst way since Kazuto had met him, and to his death, the man had been cynical and manipulative. Ai had been a tool to him, the Yakuza was just something to fuel his god complex, and Kazuto had been some kind of partner in crime, willingly or otherwise.
It was a terrible thing to imagine, befriending somebody like that, yet Kazuto had done it, and that scared him. Their relationship had been a morbid one to be fair, so he wasn't even sure if he could have called them friends with each other, but still, there had been an impact, and that was the problem.
What's so terrible about making friends who lie, cheat, and manipulate? And if they're NOT supposed to be your friend, why worry about killing those people? I simply don't understand these little squabbles you have with 'morality'... so silly. You know you didn't enjoy killing him, so accept it: that's how you feel.
And there was still... that. He refused to acknowledge it; he knew its name, and he knew that it was simply a part of him, but he still remained stalwart in his rejection of it; he was too good of a person for something like this. If there was a way to break away from the monster he'd become, Kazuto would take it, and until further notice, he was still on that path. Tokiyo had been right though... recent events had, if anything, proven that he was a monster. At least he'd been able to get Ai away from all the violence going on; that was probably the one positive the whole situation had to offer.
Of course, this was just him getting lost in his trainwreck of a life, trying to justify all the wrongs he'd left in his wake. Kazuto needed to just stop worrying, something even he could latch on to at this point. After all, he still had a whole stroll in front of him, most of which he imagined should be used to calm down and distance himself from the bloody past few months he'd lived through.
It had never occured to him that going out, even with his Gigai, was not a good idea.
He was still being hunted by the Shinigami, that much he'd known, but he'd not expected this. It was only when he felt a significant and all-too-familiar presence appear within close proximity that he understood what was about to happen. There was not going to be much more time for self-introspection, and certainly not any time for a stroll. He had work to do.
Quickly sitting down on a nearby bench, Kazuto left his Gigai behind, taking up the spiritual form that he was still far too familiar with for his own liking. His right hand moved to rest on his Zanpakuto's handle, as he looked around before seemingly speaking to the wind, his question direct and forceful.
"How did you know where to find me?"
Words: 690
