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Drip Drop Drip Drop
In an endless darkness, a puddle of thought trickles down in what resembles a boundless corridor. This sound, the only sound, to be heard any and everywhere within this plane of half-existence. A torturous, monotonous cadence, repeated every second of every day for what had been perceived as an eternity. There was no escape, no relief, no movement, just thought; only thought. When would he escape his prison? Ever so often he saw flashes of his youth, and heard glimpses of the moments just before his descent. But like the very dimensions he’d had a hand in rupturing, everything was in fragments. Fuyuko’s voice, Shizuka’s voice, Honoka’s Voice, Maho’s.. A few more. They rang loudly with random sentences pulled from his memory of each person, no actual distinction or correlation to a given moment, just phrases with no significance, a reminder of their existence. He was thankful for this, and grew closer to every voice he’d heard whenever it took form, causing him to miss the surface he’d fallen so far beneath. There was no pain, no night or day, simply darkness. Amidst the black came nightmares, terrors, shattering the integrity of the man’s mind.. Of his soul. The face he’d seen peering into the kaleidoscope of the severed dimensions, the voice that followed.. The most disheartening of experiences. As if it wasn’t bad enough, no one had known, and he was forced to face such torment alone as another burden to bear atop his unwelcomed solitude.
The symphonious trickling was disrupted by a faint, distant crackling. It grew closer, singing, howling, chirping like a flock of birds avoiding danger. For a moment he could feel. It was dark, ominous, full of despair and malice. It encroached him, consumed him, and for the first time in a very long while, scared him. The distance seemed to shrink, streaks of white escaping through the black abyss to manifest a shape, a figure. The crackling grew louder, with no pinpointed source, the figure manifesting itself with even more shape as each second passes. Although his body would not reciprocate such actions, his gaze would seem to expand to a fearful, shocked visage. That face came forward, haunting him again, the streaks of black electricity violently spewing about.
What was this? Who was this? One thing was for certain, it was a sure threat against everything he’d grown to hold dear. It spoke no words, not this time, but the hand conjuring the black storm moved slowly upward, reaching closer and closer to his face. In that instant, the same feeling that enveloped him just three months ago came about again, the feeling of his end. He wished to move, to stop it, but he could not react to his own will. Fuyuko’s possible scolding was the worst of his thoughts.. How could her stupid captain die in a situation like this.. Outside of himself.. Helpless. The old man would hardly grieve, deeming him weak in some regard he was sure.. Even after the events in the Rukongai. Who would illuminate the seireitei in the Shining Captain’s place? Who would lead the Gotei’s finest in the turbulent times of war sure to come?
No, it couldn’t end this way, he had to use everything in his being, whatever that entailed. As the web of black lightning held within a gloved hand grew closer to the surface of his face, he struggled with all his strength and might. To those watching externally, this would manifest first as a twitch, a small shudder of his finger.. The only movement he’d shown in months. The extremity control would expand to his toes, wiggling, one at a time in no specific order. Internally, he was screaming, exhausting all within his power to fend off such darkness, but on the outside he was silent. The hand expanded to cover the majority of his face, shrouding him in its shadow until a glimpse of light peered through, gleaming and initiating a welcomed blindness. As the light faded, it grew dark once more, and louder than it had ever been. His ears were extremely sensitive, as the beeping and whirring of medical machinery invaded his scope of hearing. The left eye parted first, showing nothing but blurred, indistinguishable blurbs of black. The right opened next, helping to give more structure to what he was seeing. Medical attendants, maybe? Where was he?
”Captain Kagayaki is awake!”
So loud.. They had no way of knowing, though. Mass confusion overtook him, unsure if what he dealt with could even be called sleep. It was more like hell. While he was in prison, this is what the others saw? A helpless man, just laying here.. sleep? He originally attempted to move, a horrible idea. A plethora of wires were connected to his body to monitor vital signs and a bunch of other things he didn’t have the patience to understand. His body was frail, or at least that’s how it felt on his first attempt at movement. This would take some adjustment. His neck moved for the first time next, shifting his head slowly to the left, and then slowly to the right, bandages covering his face hindered the entirety of his view. Even still, Captain Nakimono came into the frame rather abruptly.
“C-Captain Kagayaki… It... It’s me...”
Announcing himself, the disoriented Higen was able to confirm what he saw, which was extremely important considering the mirages that plagued him during his eternal slumber. He attempted to sit up once more, another failure, the medical assistants rushing to make sure he didn’t hurt himself every time he made the most minuscule of movements. With dry, cracked lips, the Captain parted them to mutter his first words.
”I-.. Is ever.. Everyone okay?”
Practically on his deathbed, the Shining Captain was still so concerned about all those around him. Who could blame him, the last true memory he had was sacrificing his entire body for everyone’s sake. His mind spiraled into thought, his vision cleared up considerably as more time passed. Was no one else here to see if the Captain would wake? Only the blonde-haired boy and his attendants were present, or at least in this very room. There was a cloak of weakness that seemed to wrap itself around Higen, sundering his confidence. How would he explain what he saw? In this condition.. How would he fight it?
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Drip Drop Drip Drop
In an endless darkness, a puddle of thought trickles down in what resembles a boundless corridor. This sound, the only sound, to be heard any and everywhere within this plane of half-existence. A torturous, monotonous cadence, repeated every second of every day for what had been perceived as an eternity. There was no escape, no relief, no movement, just thought; only thought. When would he escape his prison? Ever so often he saw flashes of his youth, and heard glimpses of the moments just before his descent. But like the very dimensions he’d had a hand in rupturing, everything was in fragments. Fuyuko’s voice, Shizuka’s voice, Honoka’s Voice, Maho’s.. A few more. They rang loudly with random sentences pulled from his memory of each person, no actual distinction or correlation to a given moment, just phrases with no significance, a reminder of their existence. He was thankful for this, and grew closer to every voice he’d heard whenever it took form, causing him to miss the surface he’d fallen so far beneath. There was no pain, no night or day, simply darkness. Amidst the black came nightmares, terrors, shattering the integrity of the man’s mind.. Of his soul. The face he’d seen peering into the kaleidoscope of the severed dimensions, the voice that followed.. The most disheartening of experiences. As if it wasn’t bad enough, no one had known, and he was forced to face such torment alone as another burden to bear atop his unwelcomed solitude.
The symphonious trickling was disrupted by a faint, distant crackling. It grew closer, singing, howling, chirping like a flock of birds avoiding danger. For a moment he could feel. It was dark, ominous, full of despair and malice. It encroached him, consumed him, and for the first time in a very long while, scared him. The distance seemed to shrink, streaks of white escaping through the black abyss to manifest a shape, a figure. The crackling grew louder, with no pinpointed source, the figure manifesting itself with even more shape as each second passes. Although his body would not reciprocate such actions, his gaze would seem to expand to a fearful, shocked visage. That face came forward, haunting him again, the streaks of black electricity violently spewing about.
What was this? Who was this? One thing was for certain, it was a sure threat against everything he’d grown to hold dear. It spoke no words, not this time, but the hand conjuring the black storm moved slowly upward, reaching closer and closer to his face. In that instant, the same feeling that enveloped him just three months ago came about again, the feeling of his end. He wished to move, to stop it, but he could not react to his own will. Fuyuko’s possible scolding was the worst of his thoughts.. How could her stupid captain die in a situation like this.. Outside of himself.. Helpless. The old man would hardly grieve, deeming him weak in some regard he was sure.. Even after the events in the Rukongai. Who would illuminate the seireitei in the Shining Captain’s place? Who would lead the Gotei’s finest in the turbulent times of war sure to come?
No, it couldn’t end this way, he had to use everything in his being, whatever that entailed. As the web of black lightning held within a gloved hand grew closer to the surface of his face, he struggled with all his strength and might. To those watching externally, this would manifest first as a twitch, a small shudder of his finger.. The only movement he’d shown in months. The extremity control would expand to his toes, wiggling, one at a time in no specific order. Internally, he was screaming, exhausting all within his power to fend off such darkness, but on the outside he was silent. The hand expanded to cover the majority of his face, shrouding him in its shadow until a glimpse of light peered through, gleaming and initiating a welcomed blindness. As the light faded, it grew dark once more, and louder than it had ever been. His ears were extremely sensitive, as the beeping and whirring of medical machinery invaded his scope of hearing. The left eye parted first, showing nothing but blurred, indistinguishable blurbs of black. The right opened next, helping to give more structure to what he was seeing. Medical attendants, maybe? Where was he?
”Captain Kagayaki is awake!”
So loud.. They had no way of knowing, though. Mass confusion overtook him, unsure if what he dealt with could even be called sleep. It was more like hell. While he was in prison, this is what the others saw? A helpless man, just laying here.. sleep? He originally attempted to move, a horrible idea. A plethora of wires were connected to his body to monitor vital signs and a bunch of other things he didn’t have the patience to understand. His body was frail, or at least that’s how it felt on his first attempt at movement. This would take some adjustment. His neck moved for the first time next, shifting his head slowly to the left, and then slowly to the right, bandages covering his face hindered the entirety of his view. Even still, Captain Nakimono came into the frame rather abruptly.
“C-Captain Kagayaki… It... It’s me...”
Announcing himself, the disoriented Higen was able to confirm what he saw, which was extremely important considering the mirages that plagued him during his eternal slumber. He attempted to sit up once more, another failure, the medical assistants rushing to make sure he didn’t hurt himself every time he made the most minuscule of movements. With dry, cracked lips, the Captain parted them to mutter his first words.
”I-.. Is ever.. Everyone okay?”
Practically on his deathbed, the Shining Captain was still so concerned about all those around him. Who could blame him, the last true memory he had was sacrificing his entire body for everyone’s sake. His mind spiraled into thought, his vision cleared up considerably as more time passed. Was no one else here to see if the Captain would wake? Only the blonde-haired boy and his attendants were present, or at least in this very room. There was a cloak of weakness that seemed to wrap itself around Higen, sundering his confidence. How would he explain what he saw? In this condition.. How would he fight it?
