Post by Knowledge on Mar 22, 2013 19:13:16 GMT -5
Participants
+ Ayumi Takasugi
+ Kiriko Chinda
+ Kyousuke Tsukimiya
Kyousuke had his prize, and now it was time to polish it.
Release from the Nest was unique in that there was no paperwork to sign, no personal effects other than a Zanpakutō to hand back, and so with Ayumi Takasugi in tow, the captain of the Second Division practically swept through the front doors of the Special Detention Facility. Though typically prisoners were taken to and from the Nest (to being quite a bit more common than from) while blindfolded, this time Kyousuke thought it would be unnecessary. Ayumi would be working for him now anyway, and she was cleared for this type of information. Besides, if what Kiriko had found out at the Sixth was accurate, she was no stranger to torture, either. In the early period of his time in the Second Division, Kyousuke had been the kind of person to torture someone for information or a confession, but he had lost his taste for it years ago. What had happened when he had captured and interrogated Jasper Aizawa had been a mistake; a momentary lapse in control and judgment, a haunting trace of Hazuki’s less-than-positive influences on his mind during his own incarceration
Ayumi was still wearing her prisoner’s uniform, the white roughspun yukata somehow looking even dirtier out in the sunlight, but there was something decidedly different about her. There were streaks down her face from the tears she had shed when the realization that she was free to leave that dark place had sunk in, yes, and she was holding her scabbard, sword and all, but to Kyousuke it manifested as a glow more than anything else. A glow that he could almost recognize underneath the dirt and grim, the pallor and malnutrition. Out here, in the light and space, he felt a desire to...
To what?
Underneath his official motives, there was something else, an undercurrent of something he couldn’t quite comprehend. He wanted to feed her, clothe her, give her a place to call her own and make her strong. Like Kiriko, Ayumi was strong at heart, but she had suffered through a very unlucky string of situations and after having studied her dossier so intimately, Kyousuke was hard pressed to think of a reason why she deserved such a fate. Maybe it was the fact that she reminded him of himself in some bizarre way. Granted, there was no doubt in Kyousuke’s mind that he deserved everything that had happened to him: he had practically asked for it in most cases and actually asked for it the rest, but this girl deserved better. She hadn’t asked for it. She had never wanted it.
It was a fairly long trek back to Seireitei proper, but the morning was beyond fine—it had been dark when Kyousuke had entered the Nest, but the visit had somehow ended up taking a fair amount of time, and it pleased Kyousuke that Ayumi’s first foray back into the outside world would be a pleasant one. The cicadas were chirping—Kyousuke still hadn’t grown tired of the sound since his release—and he could feel a desire for breakfast coming on fast.
‘Hungry?’ he asked, as they walked. He almost knew the answer already: he had been ravenous when he had left the Nest, but he had instead devoured almost two years’ worth of information in the form of files and reports instead. Only after he was done with it had he allowed himself a proper meal, one that he had eaten with the then-candidate for the lieutenancy of his division. Since then, the Annex’s kitchen had seen a great deal of remodeling, and Kyousuke had become extremely proud of the result. As far as homes went, the Annex was extremely convenient if you were married to your job and lived an otherwise spartan life, and that was an ample description of the captaincy, if nothing else.
Eventually, they reached the compound and climbed the stone steps at the gate, Kyousuke being mindful to watch in case Ayumi stumbled, and after a brisk walk through the barracks, they were there. The pond was serene as usual, and to Kyousuke it seemed almost as if the Annex was welcoming him back. It was odd, how a division otherwise so forbidding could have elements that seemed so pleasant. Perhaps it was an intentional facade, like Kyousuke’s own mannerisms. A friendly smile, a carefree shrug, but underneath it all it was a honed killing machine. The disconnect between charm and violence was always so jarring, and yet he practiced both with ease.
He slid the front door open for Ayumi, motioned for her to enter, and called out to his lieutenant. ‘Kiriko, we’re back. Come say hello.’
He unlaced his sandals and motioned for his guest to do the same.
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+ Ayumi Takasugi
+ Kiriko Chinda
+ Kyousuke Tsukimiya
Kyousuke had his prize, and now it was time to polish it.
Release from the Nest was unique in that there was no paperwork to sign, no personal effects other than a Zanpakutō to hand back, and so with Ayumi Takasugi in tow, the captain of the Second Division practically swept through the front doors of the Special Detention Facility. Though typically prisoners were taken to and from the Nest (to being quite a bit more common than from) while blindfolded, this time Kyousuke thought it would be unnecessary. Ayumi would be working for him now anyway, and she was cleared for this type of information. Besides, if what Kiriko had found out at the Sixth was accurate, she was no stranger to torture, either. In the early period of his time in the Second Division, Kyousuke had been the kind of person to torture someone for information or a confession, but he had lost his taste for it years ago. What had happened when he had captured and interrogated Jasper Aizawa had been a mistake; a momentary lapse in control and judgment, a haunting trace of Hazuki’s less-than-positive influences on his mind during his own incarceration
Ayumi was still wearing her prisoner’s uniform, the white roughspun yukata somehow looking even dirtier out in the sunlight, but there was something decidedly different about her. There were streaks down her face from the tears she had shed when the realization that she was free to leave that dark place had sunk in, yes, and she was holding her scabbard, sword and all, but to Kyousuke it manifested as a glow more than anything else. A glow that he could almost recognize underneath the dirt and grim, the pallor and malnutrition. Out here, in the light and space, he felt a desire to...
To what?
Underneath his official motives, there was something else, an undercurrent of something he couldn’t quite comprehend. He wanted to feed her, clothe her, give her a place to call her own and make her strong. Like Kiriko, Ayumi was strong at heart, but she had suffered through a very unlucky string of situations and after having studied her dossier so intimately, Kyousuke was hard pressed to think of a reason why she deserved such a fate. Maybe it was the fact that she reminded him of himself in some bizarre way. Granted, there was no doubt in Kyousuke’s mind that he deserved everything that had happened to him: he had practically asked for it in most cases and actually asked for it the rest, but this girl deserved better. She hadn’t asked for it. She had never wanted it.
It was a fairly long trek back to Seireitei proper, but the morning was beyond fine—it had been dark when Kyousuke had entered the Nest, but the visit had somehow ended up taking a fair amount of time, and it pleased Kyousuke that Ayumi’s first foray back into the outside world would be a pleasant one. The cicadas were chirping—Kyousuke still hadn’t grown tired of the sound since his release—and he could feel a desire for breakfast coming on fast.
‘Hungry?’ he asked, as they walked. He almost knew the answer already: he had been ravenous when he had left the Nest, but he had instead devoured almost two years’ worth of information in the form of files and reports instead. Only after he was done with it had he allowed himself a proper meal, one that he had eaten with the then-candidate for the lieutenancy of his division. Since then, the Annex’s kitchen had seen a great deal of remodeling, and Kyousuke had become extremely proud of the result. As far as homes went, the Annex was extremely convenient if you were married to your job and lived an otherwise spartan life, and that was an ample description of the captaincy, if nothing else.
Eventually, they reached the compound and climbed the stone steps at the gate, Kyousuke being mindful to watch in case Ayumi stumbled, and after a brisk walk through the barracks, they were there. The pond was serene as usual, and to Kyousuke it seemed almost as if the Annex was welcoming him back. It was odd, how a division otherwise so forbidding could have elements that seemed so pleasant. Perhaps it was an intentional facade, like Kyousuke’s own mannerisms. A friendly smile, a carefree shrug, but underneath it all it was a honed killing machine. The disconnect between charm and violence was always so jarring, and yet he practiced both with ease.
He slid the front door open for Ayumi, motioned for her to enter, and called out to his lieutenant. ‘Kiriko, we’re back. Come say hello.’
He unlaced his sandals and motioned for his guest to do the same.
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