Shinigami
Administrator
Small green leafs drifted in the breeze, on light brown trees of the calm day. The sun was half way through the sky. The clouds, finally drifting their way to blanket the Northwest of Seireitei in calm, cool, shade. Almost all was clam in the Districts, almost. Some say he lost it, Others say he is brooding. Either belief is overshadowed by the truth. Jinnosuke Ueku, a clown of a person. Two months ago had proved to Nibui that he was worthy enough to lead their division. Proving to Jinno that he still had the strength to push forward. However, in his victory, Jinnosuke, was not happy. It was a sham win over Nibui. The boy had simply given up to Jinnosuke's determination. For this, Jinnosuke punished himself.
Complaints from Eleventh Division and those near, even shinigami just passing by. The last two months have been filled with nothing but the thunderous sounds of clashing, thudding, roaring, every other sound a destructive force could make. Deep within the Eleventh Division, Jinnosuke had locked himself dramatically into the underground training chamber. Closely designed like many other false spaces that exist. He was able to unleash his destruction willingly and fully. So he did, for two months, Jin raged and dismantled all inside that room. The only person to remotely know what was going on was Rin Takenashi. They stood near and endured the noises coming from the room below. To what it mattered, any time they were asked about it. They simply shrugged and told them to move along.
There they sat for two months as Jinnosuke 'did what he did inside the training bunker. The sun filtering in from the windows near to them, as the clouds drifted over the sun and then out of it's view. There they sat and wondered, what was truly going on in that bunker. What was going on?
Two Months Ago;
Jin had returned from central, On his way back he re-wrapped Ikari and left it near the training room entrance with Rin, He told her to stand near it and not let anyone try and lift it up. Jin's chest still bleeding slightly from Nibui's blade piercing his left breast. He avoided and ignored Captain Nakamoto no matter the cost. He claimed he wanted the wound to scar and be a reminder of this failure as well. Although confusing they let the man be, as his shift in attitude was causing worry. Once back to the barracks, Jinno wondered the halls until he found the door to his room. Turning it, he walked in. His feet almost dragged to the chair in front of a small fire place. Throwing some wooden logs in he set it ablaze with his matches he used to smoke. Once the fire was roaring, he stood and went to fetch his kettle and some water. Filling it up and throwing a hand full of herbs into the water, he would then add a few pouches of dark leafy almost crimson colored tea. Returning to the fireplace, He latched the kettle in place and let it start to heat up.
Sitting down he plopped and let out a large sigh. 'You did it, dumb-ass stop being so broody.' He thought to himself. His sigh turning into a sneer he suddenly reached out into the fire grabbing the embers of what once was a wooden log. Without a sound or grunt of pain he shoved the embers into the pierced spot on his torso.
SZZZZzzzzz.......
Jinnosuke's flesh seared and cauterized, the blood, new and old fuming off his bronze flesh. Taking his hand and the embers away, he duped them back into the fire place. The stab wound now a small mound of bubbly flesh in the shape of a tiny 'X' He would then return to his shelves and find a large black tea cup. Stepping in one stride back over to his chair, he sat and waited for the pot to boil. A few seconds drifted by, the smell of flesh finally wafting out of the room. Whiiiiiiieeee! Steam huffed out of the end, making Jinno react by grabbing the handle of the pot. Gently he dipped it forward into his large black cup. Emptying the entire pot into the cup. There jin took a single sip as the steam piled up over his face and head. " Mmm... That's some good stuff. Okay, Time to get to work. " Jin took the cup in hand and steadily walked out of the room. Heading over to the training bunker once more. He looked at Rin; "" Rin, As your new Lieutenant your first order is to watch this entrance, I am going in here and if one person enters while i am meditating. I will kill them. " Jin would then grab his Zanpakuto with his free hand and walk down into the bunker. There he would seal the door behind him with, pointing his hand at the door Jinnosuke would start to speak in a hushed voice, focusing his massive reiatsu into the spell. "Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six....." From his index finger, a spark of yellow energy would emit out, summoning six thin, wide beams of light that slam into the door to the training bunker holding it shut. The hinges and lock, and any moving parts, all pierced by the kido.
"Hope nobody finds out i cast that... Might have to kill them. " From there he would slam his cup of tea and walk out to the middle of the constructed cavern. This one was made after a dojo so the floors were wooden with large paper walls going up till one looses sight. The roof nigh invisible in distance, one is only to see a large black abyss above. Jin would then take Ikari, his Zanpakuto, and release his spiritual pressure, fully. The wood floor immediately peeling up and nearly disintegrating in his wake. The paper screen walls flexing away from him and bending to form a near dome shape, yet not giving due to the strength of their construction. The bandages on his blade explode into shreds and fall to the ground, yet before they reach their destination are eaten away with Jinnosuke's forceful reiatsu.
The ground with it's many cracks now, sundered under the weight of his pressure. Taking his Zanpakuto in both hands, He would take stance with it. Holding it with the blade covering most of his body. Parallel with him now, Jin would press his forehead against the blade. Instantly his surroundings would change, his outer world swelling around with his Reiatsu. Here he would enter Jinzen (刃禅, Sword Meditation), and enter his Inner world. Instantly the black abyss of ceiling would slowly form the faces of those in Jinnosuke's past. The floor under him would emerge giant purple faces as well. The screen walls gaining deep shadows with each layer of texture that overhangs. Illuminated from a eclipsed sun in the distance the walls soon faded to black as the inner world stretched on and on for infinity.
Smoke falling from nothing, descended down next to Jinnosuke. However with Ikari, something else came. Usually when they speak Ikari comes and they share a brief yet grim conversation and then Ikari leaves the same as it came. Yet today, in this instance. Ikari continued to allow this black smoke to fill Jinnosuke's mind. Until he was clouded in the thick black viscous almost liquid reiatsu of Ikari. The ink like substance filling Jin's nose and mouth choking him. He tried to cough yet nothing came from it, no noise, no struggle. He put his hands to his throat ready to claw at it if he had to.
" Breath..." Ikari said in the spill of black. Jinno tried again, inhaling deep ignoring the fact that he felt like drowning. He drew breath, it was fine, he was breathing now. His body relaxed as he looked and waded through the black nothing to try and find Ikari. " Where are you, Ikari?" Suddenly Jinno thumped into something solid. The thick metallic feeling and spike point stabbing into his body told him it was Ikari. " I can't see anything." Ikari would place it's hand on Jinnosuke's shoulder it's skull face coming near to his own, yet he would never know. " Then, open your eyes..." Jin would raise an invisible brow in the black nothing, lifting an unseeing eye towards the hand, or what ever it was, clasping his head. Sighing deeply, he would try and do as Ikari said. He flexed his eye muscles and even held the lids open with his fingers yet everything was still black.
"Okay, What's the deal. I still can't see anything... Ikari you're pissing me off."
" This is because you are looking while hiding. Stop hiding, It is time to accept who you are. You are not a fool, stop parading us around like a butter knife and show them who you are."
Ikari's voice boomed within the darkness.
Hundreds of years ago.
He had been running for hours. His body felt like giving out. He couldn't give up yet though, he had to finish what he started. The blade he had stolen off the shinigami they jumped was soaked in red. Drip after drip a trail of murder followed the young man as he engaged in combat. Untrained, ruthless, savage, he slaughtered those who tried to reason with him, yet he continued on his rampage. In this day and age, Jinnosuke was set on freeing the district of Rukongai he lived in. The shinigami there gave no care how they lived while they stay behind their giant walls. Those in the farthest reaches of the Rukongai suffer in purgatory. No more. Suddenly the blade he had stolen shifted, changed with his intent. The cleaver of The Devil Jin continued to slay that night.
A flash, a brief memory. A small extract of who Jinnosuke once was. The memory caused him to flinch in the darkness. He swiped at the memory, shouting back at it. "NO! That isn't me anymore!" Ikari's hand would reach out again grasping Jinnosuke by the face and dragging him back to the memory. " What's Changed? " Ikari whispered back. Jinno stared at himself in the past. Less scars, but over all Ikari was right, it was almost like looking in a mirror. He hadn't really changed at all, just hidden away his murderous intent and ill will towards others. Parading around and acting like something he wasn't. He then thought back to all his failures recently. None of them were taken serious. He wasn't taken serious. Swelling with anger, true anger, Jinnosuke's inner world started to tremble. This reverberation even being felt in the Seireitei, as he fumigated his inner world with his massive reiatsu and reiryoku. Finally he would relax, and ease his muscles.
" What must i do to change. I can accept i am weaker trying to hide myself and my intentions. I need to be the strongest, I have to be. To protect the bonds i've made. The real ones." His mind would flash the faces of those of the Eleventh Division, Of Lieutenant Yagure, Jiro, Captain Kojima, Captain Nakamoto, Lieutenant Hageshi, and a few others that he has grown to care for. Suddenly the endless dark around him faded. The smoke lifting. Slowly he could see the destroyed crater of purple faces underneath him. The smoke wafting up into the abyssal sky of masks looking down on him. Ikari would be standing in front of Jinno with his Sealed Zanpakuto in hand. Without warning she rams it into him, piercing him with the wide and blunt blade.
" Then Accept who you are. "
Jinnosuke recoils when his blade is pierced through him, yet it doesn't hurt. Ikari's thick black and spiked plate armor slowly starts to fade with the smoke as well now. He reached for the handle of his blade, and there parts of the blade start to crack and smoke as well. The armor and the fat chunks of blade that make up his sealed sword fizzle and hiss until there is almost nothing of the giant blunt blade left. Inside his abdomen , Jinnosuke is now pierced not by his hunk of metal, but by a blade he had not seen in hundreds of years.
Ikari itself. or as he now can say, Her self. Is no longer a menacing knight with a skull face, but a short woman with Oni like marks on her body, and two small horns jutting from her head. She walks over to Jinnosuke and smacks him in the chin with a lightning fast jab. " You gonna keep that there, might be a problem for the long term, heh. Now, let's begin! " Ikari's voice was higher pitched, almost comical. As if their personalities had just swapped. Jinno would look up with a new seriousness in his eyes. A piercing gaze that gave no footing. A single chuckle cracked from his throat as he ripped Ikari from his torso. The blade was lighter, and sharper, he gave it a thrust. With the single action, with out any thought behind the blow. Jin thrusting the blade forward generated enough force to send a crack throughout the inner world. The force rumbling the world and shaking it at it's core.
" Let's get started."
" Ban....Kai!!!!!"
His inner world faded, He was back in the falsely created dojo. Yet Ikari's manifestation remained. She was now in the physical world with him. There she would waft out her hand, forming a single Katana, black like a zanpakuto. From then they would clash, fighting endlessly. Shaking the bunker and the Eleventh Division as a whole. Jinnosuke firing intense and massive blasts out of his entire body. It being crushed under the weight of it once more. A familiar feeling now. Upon further inspection one could see, that from the force inside Jinnosuke was almost rupturing the binding from it's held place. Deep cracks forming around the entrance to the bunker, often times scaring people nearby. Continuing for a consistent two months with out pause.
Finally, The sounds had stopped. Smoke and other visible trails of heat could be seen waving up into the sky in fume like patterns. The new found silence was almost unnatural. For two months the sounds equivalent to construction rang through the compound of Eleventh Division. Inside, Jinnosuke would finally come to a stop. His Bankai dismissing and flaking into the air as particles of light. Crumbling from it, he would step out and collapse instantly. Ikari catching him and holding him up. He smirked and swung his blade for a final time. The force of the single handed swing off to the side, quaking the world once more, smearing half of the created training dimension from it's existence. The result was a large explosion of smoke from the entrance to the bunker. Using his Sealed Zanpakuto as a cane, Jinno with Ikari's help walked over to the door. There his kido was finally dismissed, and he unlocked the door by having Ikari kick it from it's hinges. Sending it flying out into the open area in front of the Bunkers entrance. Sending it hurtling over Rin's head as it flew and crashed into the side of the Barracks main community hall. There Iakri would fade from the physical world, and Jinnosuke would start to crawl from the bunker.
The first thing apparent aside from the door and wall needing to be replaced, was a funky odor wafting into the air. visible fumes would cascade from jinnosuke's tattered body. All of his bones were broken, he had dirt and blood smeared all over himself. His Pompadour was a mess, nearly flat and matted. Most surprisingly he had a beard on his face as well. Unshaven and mangy he would grab for anyone. " I...I.. Need... Captain... Nakamoto.... Now...."
Form there, many unseated members would rush to him. All of them grabbing his body slowly and taking him off to the Divisions medical area. Which was mostly empty except for a poor shinigami sitting at the desk. They laid Jinnosuke down and had someone rush off to find the Medical Captain immediately. As they were rushing out; Jinnosuke caught there arm; " Tell him... I need... A Makeover...and that.... A..A..All my bones are broken.... Again..." Coughing he would lay back and rest while he could. The ones there would start to bandage him up, while they waited for Captain Nakamoto would sigh in worry as they worried.
