[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

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The blue haired girl slowly lowered her hands to her sides, not touching the hilt of her sword. What she said was true, she had no intentions to cause any trouble. She had no intentions of fighting these two. But, she didn’t lower her glare at the women before her. There was a feeling…of being insulted. Did she really think such a low grade spell like that would bind her? Maybe. But she didn’t voice this, just kept looking at the women.
She also wondered about the masked male that was with them. What was he going to do to her? He clearly was a highly trained person. He could probably take her down before she could blink. But he was just there. Watching them. Not saying a word. It made Himari a little uneasy.
She probably should have thought this through a little more. She didn’t even have a plan. What was she going to say to the Phantom Captain even if she was granted an audience with him? She didn’t even know. She was a nobody. And she didn’t even plan on how she was going to address him. As she stood here, the thought came smashing down on her. Right now, she would look purely pathetic. Causing a scene in front of his gates. Requesting his presence. But with no plans on what she was going to say.
Hell, even she felt pathetic now.
Again. It was too late to dwell on that now. She was here, face to face with two people from squad two. Anything could happen at any moment. It was too late to be in doubt.
As she thought this, she sensed movement from the masked male who was still silent. And as she turned to where he was, he was gone. She didn’t even hear him leave. Where did he go? Was he going to bring more people here? To imprison her? To attack her. She felt a small line of sweat fall from her brow. Damn, she really should have thought this through.
Before she could say anything to the women, the gates of the second division suddenly opened. This was it. Whatever her fate was going to be this day was about to be shown. There was no going back. No running away. She was going to face her decision head on.
She knew this was the best thing for her to do. It was better than hiding away in fifth. Even if that meant she was going to die this day, at least her last moments were ones of bettering herself.
She looked up to see a man wearing all black, his mouth covered and his hair pulled up in a knot. What was up with everyone in this division showing up like the wind?
”Himari Shimizu of the Fifth Division. By orders of our Captain you are to come with me. Shinobu Abe, you can return to your duties.”
She raised an eyebrow. She was suspecting the women, her name being known now to Himari as Shinobu Abe, to take her to wherever she was led to take her. But, it seemed that wouldn’t be the case. She didn’t know how she felt being taken by another masked person, but she didn’t really have any other choice.
Too scared to speak, Himari nods. She allows the man to turn and walk inside the gates before she quickly follows after him.
She doesn’t take her eyes off the back of the man's head, even though she was curious and wanted to look around. She kept her eyes forward. She was too scared to even look around.
She was glad she didn’t. As the walked further into the ground of the second division, they were suddenly greeted by a group of people all dressed in black. Their outfits not giving anything away. The only thing Himari could sense was that they all were watching her every move. She allowed her mismatched eyes to lower at their hands, gulping as she looked to see they all were gripping their swords.
She knew then. One wrong step. One wrong word coming from her would mean the end of her life. They would cut her up to pieces before she could blink. Knowing this scared her. But it also interested her.
She was fascinated by them. How they all were standing around her but she couldn’t even sense their spiritual pressure. She couldn’t even tell how many there were. They were an elite group of people. Highly trained killers. Even though it scared her, it warmed her resolve even more.
This was what she wanted to be, and more.
So, she stayed silent, her head high as she allowed the man to guide her through the dark corridors. Her heart in her throat. She knew where she was headed. If they didn’t kill her now, it only meant she was going to be taken to the Captain as she wanted.
He knocked, each knock causing her heartbeat to rise. And she allowed herself to gasp as the door swung open.
She wanted to grip on Fudō Myōō for a sense of comfort. A sense of confidence. But she knew doing that would only cause her to die right here. So she allowed herself to step into the room, her hands gripping into fists to stop their trembling.
She noticed the Captain sitting behind his desk, not saying a word of their entrance into the room. Before suddenly the messenger and the male who was her guide left her.
She was alone with the phantom himself.
She allowed herself to look up at the man, trying not to seem as uneasy as she was. She had to be confident. Like Fudō Myōō said. If she didn’t change, she was better off dead.
She had to do this.
She quickly bowed her head to the man, out of respect. Before she quickly started talking.
”Thank you, sir, for granting me an audience with you. I’m sure you have more important matters but… this is my last chance. I’ve heard of you, Captain Mukuro. And of those who you have trained. I’ve come before you, just with one request. I, Himari Shimizu, am asking you to allow me to join the second division. I promise to not be a nuisance . But this is the only way I can get on the path I want.”
And just like that, the girl was silent again.

 

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KNOCK..KNOCK..KNOCK

The rasping of a fist knocking at the doors tells Kyomu all he needs to know. The agents who gave him his routine reports came from the shadows, taking avenues that ensured they were seen neither coming or going, which meant it was either one of his seated members or..the one who sought him had arrived. The doors slowly creak open granting the woman entry. Before she knew it..she was alone, her guide nowhere to be found. Her feet carry her into the room, the doors swinging shut faster than they had opened, locking her inside.

While Himari believed herself to be locked alone in a room with the Captain, the truth was unbeknownst to her...she was surrounded. The Onmitsukido lingered in the rafters above, their presence and reiatsu like their Captain’s, removed from any perceivable radar, beyond the means of notice from conventional means of sensory. The woman stunk of fear, it spilled from her with every trembling step, every labored breath she took, her heart beating so loud it was as if any and everyone could hear it. She did her best to maintain a strong facade, this...mask of confidence and bravery. Unfortunately for her it was just that — a mask, and a mask could not hide her from the Phantom’s gaze. Though his face is hidden in shadow for the first time in a while, the Captain is not expressionless.

Before his eyes he sees this trembling girl with blue hair. He is reminded of another woman, another weakling...another coward who stood before him, equally as unsure, uncertain in herself, plagued by doubt, fear and insecurity. The reminder of that woman, reminds him of his former forgiving self and the weak and pathetic state he had allowed his Division to fall to before its culling. Yes, an expression dons the face of the Captain, it is

ANGER

”Thank you, sir, for granting me an audience with you. I’m sure you have more important matters but… this is my last chance. I’ve heard of you, Captain Mukuro. And of those who you have trained. I’ve come before you, just with one request. I, Himari Shim-”

”Shut your mouth.”

Kyomu’s voice — cold, sharp and venomous interrupts Himari’s greeting and explanation. He does not bother giving her time to finish her greeting, to reason with the Captain or appeal to him to join his ranks. His once imperceptible reiatsu now flooding the room, barely contained by the walls that surround them before focusing and bearing down on Himari alone.

Before she can properly react to the sudden and startling appearance of the Captain’s spiritual pressure, to his vicious and unexplained anger, her perception of her surroundings shifts towards the walls, then the ceiling as Kyomu’s body spirals upside down. Perhaps only then does Himari perceive it, the feeling of having her head cleaved cleanly from her shoulders. It seems that her bravery as short lived as it was, had earned her a swift death at least. She could die feeling at least some sense of accomplishment in that regard, having the courage to risk her life for the betterment of herself.

Unfortunately for her, this was not her end.

Where time seemed to slow for those fleeting moments she perceived her head rolling in the air, she was snapped back in a single instance.

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Her body is jerked and jolted about roughly as Himari finds her head still attached, but her feet dangling off the ground. Her arms are held tautly at her sides and a quick glance at her body reveals it to be bound, a glowing serpentine body continuing to coil and constrict around her. Her already feeble mental state had made her more sensitive and susceptible to Kyomu’s killing intent and reiatsu. She could feel the pressure on her tendons and bones, creaking loudly in even her ears. It felt as if they were on the verge of breaking, as if at any moment her organs would be crushed. The avatar of Kyomu’s spiritual pressure still constricting tighter making breathing even harder for the woman, she encapsulated within the murderous aura of the Phantom.

”I don’t need to hear your explanations, your sniveling and whimpering.”

Kyomu approaches her, keeping lifted in the air, his killing intent and reiatsu not yet receded, his face hidden by this preternatural darkness, this...shadow of death veiling him from her. It was all that spared the hapless woman from gazing upon the fury that was his expression.

CRrrraaack

Himari is constricted tighter, lifted higher into the air as Kyomu continues to approach. The agents hidden above do not move, they don’t dare to make a sound. It’s been a century since they’ve seen the Captain this unhinged.

”I see you for what you are. A pathetic little weakling, come to waste my time, to test my patience. Tell me Himari Shimizu, Fifth’s Division’s coddled little stripling, what is it that you think you can offer. You who can barely walk, who’s very reiatsu reeks of weakness and inexperience, what can someone like YOU offer to someone like ME?”

Her elevated body is whipped through the air towards Kyomu, the force in which she is jerked and pulled enough to dislodge her left shoulder in an almost audible pop, held in place solely by the serpent that still binds her. She is brought face to face with the man she sought to make her stronger.

”So tell me, before I cut you down. Why should I waste my time on someone as worthless as you?”

Never one to mince words, nor known to be the most hospitable or soft spoken, in seeking strength she is met with the ire of Captain Mukuro. Things appeared grim for the captured woman, seeking to join the fold of killers. The fact she still drew breath was an accomplishment in and of itself. How long she could hold onto such a feat remained to be seen. Kyomu has had his full of taking in and indulging the weak, scared and inexperienced shinigami of the Gotei 13. Of showing patience and understanding. Those days were gone, if Himari wanted to serve under him, she would have to prove that the current her who sought strength, who desired to be stronger...desired to be FEARED was different from those that came before her.

 

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Bump,Bump,BUMP
The sound of her heartbeat was loud within the silence of the room. It made her somewhat angry, to be shaken like this. Of course she was terrified out of her mind. This was the first time she has ever done anything like this. Stepped out of her comfort zone and did something she thought she would never do. But it seemed like her body was doing everything she wished it didn’t. Her heart beat loud and not steadying itself even though she tried to calm herself.
She was literally a walking target right now.
But, she allowed herself to start talking. She had to. If she had just stood there and allowed her fearful heartbeat to do the talking, then what was the reason for coming this way? What was the reason for rushing from her recovery? What was the reason for telling Fudō Myōō she was going to prove herself. If she couldn’t do this, she should have just stayed in the fourth division and laid there.
Better yet, she should have killed herself then.
She was determined to follow her new resolve. Even if it meant she was going to die by the hands of the very man before her.
And it seemed that she was going to get that fate one way or another, as she allowed herself to look the Captain in the eyes. No, the Phantom's eyes. There was nothing there but anger. And that anger was completely directed to her. She didn’t even have to time think of what she could have done to deserve this reaction from the man, for he acted way before she could even move to react.
”Shut your Mouth.”
That voice was enough to stop Himari from speaking all together. It was as if a Venomous snake had bit her and paralyzed her to the spot. Himari was filled with anger at this. She has done nothing to deserve this type of greeting from this man, has she? What was his deal?
Before she could retort however, it seemed like the shield that was holding the man’s spiritual pressure had opened, and it suddenly filled the room. It was strong. She had expected this. But she didn’t expect what happened next.

She didn’t even feel it. It happened so quickly. She didn’t even see the man. Was this really happening? Did he even move? He had to have, because why would she be able to see her own feet as if she were eye level with them? She was eye level with her own feet.
Had he cut her head off?
But as suddenly as her mind placed that thought in place, her body was suddenly jolted roughly, her neck cracking loudly. Her head was still attached. Was this the power of his Reistu? It had to be. Because the man hadn’t moved from his very spot. But she was pinned into place, being lifted from the ground and held by an invisible force.
She was being crushed alive.
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Even though a scream of pain was wanting to come from her mouth, she didn’t allow it. This was what she was expecting, after all. She was getting what she expected. And she knew screaming in pain would do nothing but cause more damage to come.
So she just glared at the man, her body trembling with the pain of being crushed. But she didn’t scream. She didn’t even say anything. She just glared into the man. His eyes dark with anger.
”I don’t need to hear your explanations, your sniveling and whimpering.”
His voice didn’t change as he walked towards her, the restrictions getting tighter and tighter. The tighter the restrictions got, the more anger filled her body. What had she done to deserve this treatment? This was her first time meeting this…this Phantom. Why did he have such hatred towards her?
“I see you for what you are. A pathetic little weakling, come to waste my time, to test my patience. Tell me Himari Shimizu, Fifth’s Division’s coddled little stripling, what is it that you think you can offer. You who can barely walk, who’s very reiatsu reeks of weakness and inexperience, what can someone like YOU offer to someone like ME?”
There was that word again. Pathetic a word she herself called herself for many years. But.
”If you don’t want to grow, die. I don’t want a weak, pathetic, and cowardly master like you.
Hearing those words come from Fudō Myōō had knocked some sense into her. Then, she had been a weakling. Then, she had been pathetic. Cowardly even. But she was going to prove herself to Fudō Myōō that she was willing to change. Her resolve had changed
She was going to prove that to this man as well.
”So tell me, before I cut you down. Why should I waste my time on someone as worthless as you?”
And right then, the fear that Himari had been feeling was gone. As if a switch had been turned off. All she felt was the pain of being crushed. And the anger she felt at this man and at herself for being seen as worthless.
This was the last time she was going to be seen that way.
”You are right, I am a pathetic and weak girl. I’ve heard it all before. I could have said that all myself. That’s who I am Now. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t such. I am a nobody. But, I feel like with your help that can be changed.”
She speaks calmly, the scared trimmer that was in her from earlier gone. Her eyes were cold as she looked at the man, the pain making her numb.
”Let me show you I’m serious. How would you know without giving it a try? Let me prove to you that from here on out, that worthless girl is gone. That I can become a useful and loyal subordinate to you. If nor, kill me now. I have nothing else to lose. Kill me, and get it over with. So I can stop wasting your Precious time.”

 

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The Torturers Meal
He sits idle, staring at his captive as he whimpers and sobs. Tears, snot, and drool converge and collect at his chin, dripping down at his feet. Ochitsuki takes in this suffering, enjoying in his own inexpressive way. He holds up the information he gathered from this man, some important, some not so important, such as the mundane details of his life. He was a family man, a wife, and three kids. Two of these children were old enough to attend a school that had been set up in their district, basic learning such as reading math and the like. His youngest child was about three months old, often taken care of by his wife. This information is trivial to the Captain but for Ochitsuki it was important, it gave him a way to mentally break the man, he knew what soft spots to hit to get what he needed.
Even now, despite his disappearance, his family waits for his return and he longs to be in their embrace once again, it's all he has thought about. The tears that flow are not for him but for his family, regret and pain in his heart over the thought of never seeing them again it tortures him and this grief feeds the depraved Oda. His eyes shift to the left, a new body has entered his house of pain. Unseen to his victim and agent whispers the words he had been waiting to hear all day. As soon as the message was delivered he was gone as quick as he came. Ochitsuki stands to his feet, placing the documents into his Shihakusho, and speaks to his victim.
”Good news, you get to go home. Your family will be happy to see you again.”
He approaches the distraught man who doesn't know how to take this news. But for the first time since arriving in this dim lit room his shackles are loosened and removed, the young man even lending his shoulder to the man.
”T-truly? Am I truly going home?”
So broken by pain he grasps onto this one ray of light, this ray of hope. In this world it is all he has now and he clutches onto it tightly, firmly so much so there is no doubt in his mind regarding the words of his torturer. Ochitsuki puts on a light smile and nods to him and tears begin to flow, tears of joy.
”First we must get you healed up and then we will send you on your way home.”
He places a wool sack over the man’s head and lightly binds his wrists and ankles together, just to show no hostility. Ochitsuki leans towards the location of his ear and lightly…
”Shhhhh.”
The man listens, halting his noises, in truth the sound of joyful crying was grating to the ears of the young man. Pained anguish is all he had an ear for, anything else was but poison to his ears. But this is not what Kyomu ordered, not in the slightest, is Ochitsuki thinking of betraying his Captain at a time like this? No, not even close. His loyalty is laced with unbending steel, it is stalwart, everlasting. His actions right now are his final torment he can give his victim, the ultimate despair that he wishes to dine upon, the stripping of hope. He hoists the man upon his shoulder and carries him out of the torture room, with the wool sack over the man’s head he has no clue where he is at, all he knows is that he will soon be heading back to see his family. With a brisk step Ochi and his luggage vanish from sight.
Upon arriving the young man catches the tail end of what was going on, mainly the last moments of Himari being crushed by the Captain’s Reiatsu. Had he not taken such precious time prepping his prisoner he would have been here to witness it, but the best dishes are oftentimes marinated and take time to cook to perfection. The brief torment of this new woman is nothing compared to what will come. He was already kneeling, head held down with his palm on the back of his victim’s head, keeping it pressed to the ground. His victim has been good so far, remaining quiet and undisruptive. So too does the Fourth Seat, he does not speak, he does not interrupt what is transpiring before him because he has no reason to, more than that it is not his place to do so.
”You are right, I am a pathetic and weak girl. I’ve heard it all before. I could have said that all myself. That’s who I am Now. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t such. I am a nobody. But, I feel like with your help that can be changed.”
The girl says, no ounce of fear in her words and to Ochi this ruins the moment. Not gasping for air or sobbing from the pain of being crushed spoils the event. To stand defiant in the face of certain death aggravates and annoys him. When death is but a release for the person the kill is ruined. None of these emotions are portrayed on his face or body language, they are all internalized mentally.
”Let me show you I’m serious. How would you know without giving it a try? Let me prove to you that from here on out, that worthless girl is gone. That I can become a useful and loyal subordinate to you. If not, kill me now. I have nothing else to lose. Kill me, and get it over with. So I can stop wasting your Precious time.”
So she is here to join? He wonders how far she will go to join them. Being a killer is easy, everyone within the Seireitei has the capacity to kill, however, do they have the capacity to kill a man with a wife and three kids who are desperately awaiting his return? Can they snatch the light of hope and salvation from someone who has done them no wrong, someone who is weaker than them in every regard and only longs to be with those he loves. How far….
Will
She
Go?

 

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There was a hellish fury that continued to burn within the amber hues of the Phantom. Eyes bore through as if piercing beyond her flesh to tear her soul asunder, and to his surprise his gaze was met with...defiance, anger. Who was she? This sad little girl, no skill, no ability, no presence to challenge his gaze with her own, let alone be able to meet it. A sad little nothing like her, would challenge him?!
The doors open automatically as Ochitsuki enters quietly with the “package”. A dutiful subordinate, a perfect tool, he kneels as he awaits to be addressed. While Kyomu is aware of his presence and arrival, he both ignores and dismisses it.
”You are right, I am a pathetic and weak girl. I’ve heard it all before. I could have said that all myself. That’s who I am Now. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t such. I am a nobody. But, I feel like with your help that can be changed.”
The woman despite her predicament — despite having faced her own demise, having her body crushed, her shoulder dislodged does not shrink back, shiver, or cower in fear. She sheds no tears at the Captain’s insulting words, nor does she try to even refute them. Instead she admits her faults, her weakness, affirming that everything Kyomu had said about her was an accurate depiction about her. No, to be precise, she said it was the current her.
”Let me show you I’m serious. How would you know without giving it a try? Let me prove to you that from here on out, that worthless girl is gone. That I can become a useful and loyal subordinate to you. If not, kill me now. I have nothing else to lose. Kill me, and get it over with. So I can stop wasting your Precious time.”
His eyes widened as she practically dared Kyomu to cut her down, dared him to kill her. Did she think Kyomu wouldn’t? That he couldn’t kill her here and now? Was this weakling actually daring the Killer of Killers to take her life?!

His glare along with his reiatsu and his killing intent intensifies, the scent of murder flooding the room nearly suffocating the hidden Onmitsukido agents. Kyomu draw’s Genzoken from its scabbard, raising the blade into the air as he leers at Himari. His grip on his zanpakuto tightens, knuckles nearly cracking from the force in which he gripped it. In one swift and fluid motion he brings the blade down, the blade cleaving halfway through Himari, stopping with his blade piercing through the center of her skull, between her eyes.
As Himari hovers there, no blood drips or spills from her body, no pain is felt from a blade being buried into her. No, despite the frightening image, Himari was actually...unharmed. A single glance shows that Genzoken at the moment bore no shadow, evidence that his shikai was active. Without warning, every ounce of killing intent, every bit of reiatsu being exerted is retracted, drawn back into the confines of the Phantom himself, dropping Himari to the ground — his zanpakuto, still in its shadowless state phasing harmlessly through her.
He sheathes his blade, walking past the woman he’s dropped to the ground like the garbage she currently was. His feet stop as he stands before the still kneeling Ochitsuki, glancing at the obedient little sociopath briefly before cold eyes carry themselves towards the bound man. Kyomu reaches down, snatching the sack covering the man’s head and tossing it aside. Gripping the man by his hair he drags him back over towards where Himari is, tossing him at her feet.
”This here..is a family man.”
Kyomu begins, his voice lacking the venom it once held now completely gone. In its stead was...nothing. No hint of emotion could be discerned in his voice or behind his words.
”He is a brother, a friend, a husband and a father. He is, by every definition of the word, a good man. He has been in our care for some time now, ‘working’ tirelessly to return to his family whom he cares for and who cares deeply for him in return.”
There is a loud clattering. It is the sound of a blade being tossed at Himari’s feet, one of Kyomu’s Anken retrieved from his Shihakusho. He looks at Himari, then to the man, then back at Himari once more.
”You say you want to show you’re serious, that you wish to prove yourself. You wish to be given a chance to show you are worth the trouble, very well then.”
It seems that her spirit and perseverance has paid off, that Kyomu was going to give this woman the opportunity she so desperately wanted to become better, stronger..fiercer.
”Pick up that blade, and cut this man’s throat. You think you’re ready for this life? That you have what it takes to serve under me? Then you will kill this man, who was promised to return to his family, this man whose family is waiting for him. Take his life right now...or I’ll take yours instead.”
While it is true that Ochitsuki had promised the man his freedom, a fact that he kept privy only to himself for his own twisted amusement..it was irrelevant. Kyomu was well aware of what kind of man the Oda was, it was why he was chosen to become the new Corps Commander of the Interrogation Unit. Ochitsuki derived pleasure from the pain and suffering and torment of others. He relished in destroying others, in breaking them, and what better way to break a man than through hope? Kyomu stands there, his hand resting calmly on Genzoken as he awaits Himari’s performance.
Should she fail in this opportunity he has provided..the next time he runs his blade through her, she will feel every cut, every stab. He would make her suffering last an eternity before he ended her. Such was the price for wasting the Captain’s time.