[BSD-RP] Soul Society: Southeast Seireitei

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The cracking of her very bones was the only sound she could hear. She couldn’t hear her breathing, couldn’t hear her own heart. She was numb to anything. She had nothing. This was all she had to give at that moment. Here and now, she was like a rag doll. Hanging in the air at the mercy of the Captain.
The restraints got tighter and tighter. Her shoulder dislodged. But through the pain, she still didn’t scream. She didn’t flinch. She was sort of thankful that Katsuo Oda cut off her arms. That pain had prepared her for the pain she was feeling now. This pain, in a weird and twisted way, filled her with happiness. For years she stayed away from harm. From being useful. Being in front of the Phantom and being held like this. With the known fact that he could kill her in an instant. It filled her with happiness.
She had finally done what she always wanted to do, but was scared to. She allowed herself to be face to face with death. And it filled her with adrenaline.
She heard the door open again, and she allowed herself to glance as far as she could to the direction of the door. Unlike the others, this man didn’t have his face covered. She wondered, like the light haired women she had met at the gate, if he also was a seated member of the second. He, just like the Captain and the masked man from before, masked his Reistu well. She wouldn’t have known he was there if she hadn’t turned to see him.
But he wasn’t alone.
She noticed he had a man with him. He forced his head to face the ground, so she couldn’t see his face. And he wasn’t good at hiding his spiritual pressure so the girl knew right at the bat he wasn’t a member of this Phantoms Squad. Who was this man? And why was he brought here?
She quickly allowed her eyes to land on the Captain again. He was still facing her. Not paying any attention to the two men who were now in the room. His glare would have scared her a few moments ago. But she just stared back at him. Her eyes clouded with nothing. Just pools of nothing. She was waiting for what was next. Was he going to kill her? Then kill this man? Was that why he was brought here? Or was he going to imprison her and deal with the man? So many questions filled her head.
Suddenly, the Reistu from the Captain grew. And she could almost smell the blood and intent to kill the man. She of course probably angered him with how she spoke to him. But, she didn’t care. She didn’t feel this was necessary. What had she done to this man she had just met to deserve this treatment?
Himari was always a person who treated others how she was treated. When she had walked in the room to greet the man, she was ready to respect and bow down to the man. But, that was before he started crushing to death.
Now she was filled with nothing but numbness. And an ounce of anger at the man. Was he like this to everyone who wanted to join his Division? Who wanted to befriend him? That would explain the stories about him. But that only made her want to join his Division more.
So she didn’t show any emotion as she stared at the man. She didn’t even flinch as he drew his Zanpaktou. She stared at him. At the blade. If he were to kill her now, she would be pleased. She had spent the last 100 years doing nothing. At least she would be dying doing something. She didn’t flinch as he quickly brought his blade down. She welcomed it.
She welcomed death. Even with her heart beating frantically in her chest.
The Captain’s sword quickly made its way towards her head, coming at a pace that even if she could she wouldn’t be able to stop it. All she could do was wait until the sword came through her skull. It would be a painful death. But a quick one. Or so she hoped. But no pain came.
But she could See the Captains sword. It was right between her eyes. But there was no blood. There was no pain. It was as if he hadn’t cut her at all. Was this the power of this Shikai? It had to be. She didn’t think she would have been able to see him work in action like this.
But here it was.
She watched the man bring the sword down and place it back. Away from her. She watched his eyes go from anger to nothing in a blink. It was as if he wasn’t filled with murderous anger just a few minutes ago. And before she could blink, he had dropped her to the ground.
Her blue hair sprayed across her face as she quickly tried to catch the breath she couldn’t do easily in the air. She looked as the man walked over to the man being forced to look at the floor. And then the unexpected happened.
The Phantom grabs the sack covering the man's head, throwing it aside with ease before grabbing the man by his hair and dragging him across the room. Like he was nothing but a bag of garbage. He quickly dragged the pleading man.
And threw him right in front of her.
”This here..is a family man.”
As he starts speaking, Himari almost raises an eyebrow at the change of his tone. His voice didn’t hold the anger it had just moments before. There was nothing there. And the sudden change almost gave Himari whiplash.
”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.”
Why was he telling her all of this? What was going on? The sound of her rising heartbeat was back. But she wasn’t shaking in fear like she was before. Why was he telling her all of this nonsense? She didn’t care for this man. Anything he said about him wouldn’t change that.
But soon enough, her questions would be answered.
CLING!
Before she could blink, the Captain had thrown a dagger towards her. The blade hitting the floor with a loud cling. A sick filling filled her body at once. He was insane.
“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. 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.”
He wanted her to kill this man in cold blood? She felt vomit quickly rising up her throat. She had never killed a person. Hell, she hardly even lifted her own Sword to anyone. How was she going to kill a seemingly innocent man in cold blood? Was it worth it?
”Dont be stupid, girl.”
She suddenly gasped, the voice of Fudō Myōō filling her ears as if he was right there with her. This was the first time the zan spirit had spoken to her outside of the inner world.
”He’s toying with you Himari. You seriously think he would make you kill an innocent man? You did your reading. You know what the second Division is all about. He is playing with you. Trying to make you lose your guard. Don’t be a coward. Use your damn head for once. This is now or never!”
Fudō Myōō was right. There would be no way the Captain would make her kill a ‘innocent’ man. No. This man had to have done something to die. And even if he didn’t. He meant nothing to her.
She had meant what she said. She was willing to change to be stronger. And she knew if she backed down he would kill her.
She had to do this.

She quickly stood up, gripping the dagger the man threw at her. She slowly walked over to the man, her face blank. She looked the man in the eye, looked him right in his pleading eyes. And felt Nothing
And with one swift movement, she brought the blade across the man's neck. She stood and watched as the man's lifeless body hit the ground. She sat and watched as the blood oozed out of the cut that went right across the man's neck, creating a puddle on the ground.

When she was satisfied with the work that had been done, she would slowly turn towards the Captain She didn’t move. She just held the dagger up and threw it to the Captain's feet. Not saying a word.
She could almost feel Fudō Myōō’s smile of satisfaction.

 

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Kyomu stands there, unblinking, unmoving...unflinching. Despite her facade of bravery, her anger and her bravado Kyomu could tell — Himari was completely green...she’s never taken a life, at least not an actual life. When shinigami fought and defeated hollows with their Zanpakuto, they were cleansing the fallen spirit, purging it of impurities to allow its safe transition into the Soul Society. What Kyomu was asking her to do was not cleansing a spirit, nor executing a criminal. This was nothing sort of murder. Unlike the other Divisions, a majority of their tasks pit them against their peers, comrades — their fellow Shinigami.
He watched as the woman warred with herself internally. Her pride, her dignity, her morality all restraining her, telling her this was wrong. They were all things she would need to discard if she was to follow him, to survive under him in the Second Division and the Onmitsukido. This was not a place for honor.
Himari finishes rationalizing with herself, it seems she had reached a conclusion. She retrieves the small blade between her lithe finger, rising to her feet. She approaches the man, stricken with fear. Where he had once been promised his freedom and life back, he has just heard from the Captain himself, that he was to be killed. His body trembles in sadness, and fear staring up at his blue haired executioner. In this ephemeral moment, images of his children, his wife, his friends and the village flashed before his very eyes. His water eyes meet Himari’s cold apathetic gaze. He makes one final desperate attempt to appeal to their better nature, to her better nature.
”P-p-please do-”
While he pleads for his life, for his freedom his begging is cut short from the blade cleaving through his throat. The incision is the first to appear as a thin line before stretching open into a crimson maw. Blood begins pumping out in heavy spurts, some splattering on the hem of Himari’s shihakusho and landing at her feet, forming a small pool of red. The color and life in his eyes fade before his body slumps lifelessly to the ground.
”F-Forgiveme..”
His final words fallen from cold lips, his loved ones in his mind. Himari watches the final moments of the very man whose life she has prematurely ended before tossing the blade, still stained with her victim’s blood at the Phantom’s feet.
How bold
Kyomu walks past the corpse that now clutters and litters the floor of his office, staining its pristine flooring with blood. Still, he does nothing to acknowledge Ochitsuki, does not address the man nor does he dismiss him from his office. His amber painted hues gaze impassively into the heterochromatic orbs.
”How does it feel to be a killer?”
Kyomu asks, his question more than condescending and rhetorical in nature. He gives the woman little to no time to respond as he continues on.
”Very well, I’ll at least acknowledge your resolve...but only for today, for this moment. You say you want to be stronger, you want to be better...are you willing to die to do so?”
He stands directly before Himari, little space exists between them and still it is as if she is staring at an image, a mere projection of the Phantom. His reiatsu and presence were imperceptible, and though his lips moved his chest did not. It was as if the man wasn’t breathing.
”I am going to kill you. For you to be of any use, any value to me the current you will have to die. Every day will hurt, every day a piece of you will die until nothing of the old you remains. I will not teach you how to fight, I will not teach you how to be strong..the only thing I will teach you, is the only thing I need you to know...and that is how to kill.”
He pauses for a moment allowing his words to resonate and marinate within her mind. He was not giving her a chance to change her mind. She had encroached upon his territory, she has taken up his time, she has taken a life by his command. She has surrendered her right to leave, her right to turn back now.

Behind Himari stands...Kyomu while he is simultaneously still standing before her. Four shadowy figures, mere blurs at first solidify themselves into four Stealth Force agents garbed in black, kneeling with fists to the ground and heads bowed towards their Commander, their Captain.
”Send word to either Captain Oda or the Fifth Division. Himari Shimizu tenders her resignation from the Fifth Division and shall be under the charge of myself in the Second Division. Inform the others in the five units of the new face, and see to the clean up and disposal of this body.”
Kyomu issues out his commands, addressing everything of importance, at least what he deems as important. The agents nod their heads in perfect unison before they, along with the corpse and the image of Kyomu that had been standing in front of her all vanish simultaneously.
”Ochitsuki...she will go with you first. Take her down into her workshop, and serve her several cocktails..NOT all at once. She needs to be conditioned..conditioned not killed. I don't need a broken tool”
Himari, who knows nothing about any of the members of the Second Division, doesn't know how terrifying this order from Kyomu is. She has no concept of the levels of pain and torment she is about to be introduced to, and how true his words were to her about Himari having to die. He also makes sure Ochitsuki understands that he is to act within limitations, that she was not one of his toys to be played with, broken and tossed aside.
Himari who has, until now lived a rather sheltered life during her tenure in Fifth Division, who’s only suffering has been from her battle with Lieutenant Oda is about to descend into hell. Before Himari can achieve her goal...she will have to suffer.

 

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Listen Here!

A figure sits silently within the confines of a room in the Second Division barracks. Evident to no one aside from herself, she is in the midst of a deep struggle. Although she is conscious, she is distracted, and rightfully so. There is something lingering within her that does not allow for her to regain her usual alert stature. It is something that she cannot resist. That which she has lived with for many years. This reminds her of the failures that both she and her clan have allowed. Within the realm of her psyche, an image of Shirogane appears. The man that she had blood ties to brought shame on the Kuchiki name. Causing a disaster within the Soul Society that had to be quelled. Such a thing brought unnecessary attention to the Kuchiki Clan. With a tarnished name, she would have to work even harder in order to assure that their clan wouldn't fall any further. A grimace finds itself in control of the woman's face as she is yanked into a world unknown and unheard of. It is vast and the sky is filled with various pieces of multiple buildings. Reminiscent of both the better parts of the Rukongai and the World of the Living, this world belongs to Utusro Kuchiki. To her disdain, she has been dragged deep into this world, which has, in turn, forced her into a semiconscious state. There is something brewing within her division, but her sensory has been dampened. Even she is unsure of whether or not she would be able to defend herself against an attack of some sort within this state. Utsuro despises feeling vulnerable and Omoikane knows this. Omoikane also knows exactly how to sew the seeds of doubt within the girl that fails to understand emotions. She barely even understands what consequences her actions have. Taking a life is so simple for her because she fails to comprehend the weight of her actions. Yet, there is a slight sensation of weight that she feels in her chest every time someone dies by her hands.
"Utsuro... Do it."
A commanding voice booms throughout the world. It has yet to manifest in a corporeal form, but she knows this sound all too well. Her aqua eyes snap open within this closed-off world for the first time since she has entered. Every fiber in her body is screaming to escape. Held captive by Omoikane, she cannot think of a strategy to flee. Instead of fighting the inevitable, she decides to entertain her Zanpakuto.

"If I say your name... I'll..."
Her words trail out as her voice is drowned out by the presence of Omoikane growing stronger. Manifesting behind her, it lifts her head up and into its lap. At this moment, her spirit appears to be a beautiful man that cannot fully manifest a form. This is intentional, Utsuro knows this all too well. This appearance is familiar, but she has always known that other versions of it exist. The level at which Omoikane manifests makes all the difference. Its will and strength over Utusro grow stronger the more incorporeal it appears. At this moment, more than half of its figure is consumed by a unique dark blue hue.
"You know you need me. Look at me, you're so cold..."
Her breathing becomes constricted as she begins to drown within her spirit's figure. Hands outstretched, she reaches for the sky that is littered with objects. Resistance is almost entirely futile. The only thing she can hear is Omoikane's words as she continues to refuse its presence.
"Do it, accept me. Come on, Come On, Come on, Come on!"
Omoikane's tone grows more demanding and loud with each repetition of its words, there is no end in sight as the only way to sate it is to give in.
And then, she snaps out of it.
As if nothing happened, she is fully awoken from her trance-like state. She wipes the sweat from her forehead and surveys the room briefly, ensuring that she is still alone. The cause of this awakening is the flair of Captain Kyomu's reiatsu. Up until this point, she has remained ignorant of what was going on within the barracks. Himari's presence along with the that of Ochitsuki and an unknown man all are presented to her. Such a sensation is unusual. Her Captain is often undetectable, purposefully so. If something has made him release his Reiatsu, then there are only a few potential scenarios. None of these scenarios warrant her presence, however. The man in question was a Captain, and rightfully so. Unless called for, she was to remain quiet and obedient. Something she was all too used to. Within moments, his Reiatsu begins to dissipate entirely. But, this only happens after the unregistered signature from the man that served as Ochitsuki's play toy begins to slowly fade away. Unlike Kyomu's loss of presence, it is evident that this shift is caused by death. Yet again, she can feel a sensation of heaviness crowd her chest. Intrigue fills her mind and she decides that she wants to see what exactly is going on. However, she does not dare to go to Kyomu without being summoned. Instead, she takes the safer route and decides that she will follow the presence of Himari—whom she has yet to meet or even really know— and Ochitsuki.
A faint pounding within her chest replaces the weight and Omoikane speaks once again as she prepares to investigate the new presence that still lingers within the Second Division.
"You foolish little girl."

 

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Numb. Himari was numb from her head to her feet as she watched the blood ooze out of the cut she created with the dagger. She killed this man. She killed someone. It almost made her sick to her stomach but at the same time, she was numb. She felt nothing. It was as if she turned a switch off in her head.
She didn’t look up as the Captain made his ways to her, not wanting to look him in the eye. She had no idea how she looked. Her hair is a mess, now splattered with the blood of the man she killed. Her hands were covered with blood. The blood was everywhere.
She was scared if she looked at the man, she would see herself mirrored in his eyes.
””How does it feel to be a killer?”
How did it feel? She felt nothing. Just like the corpse that laid on the ground before them. It was as if she stripped everything of herself to that very kill. She promised she was going to throw away the cowardness. This was a start.
”Very well, I’ll at least acknowledge your resolve...but only for today, for this moment. You say you want to be stronger, you want to be better...are you willing to die to do so?”
She was thankful that he didn’t make her answer, because she didn’t have an answer. She finally felt something. Relief filled her body. She made an impression on the Phantom enough for him to acknowledge her resolve.
But, was she ready to die for it? As she stood in that room, finally having done more than she had ever done. Proved herself more than she ever did. If she wasn’t willing to die for strength, she was going to die for weakness.
Finally, she allowed herself to look up at the man. Her eyes were cold and removed from any feeling.
”If I’m not willing to die for greatness, then I’ll die from weakness.”
And that’s all she said. Her voice was raspy from being restrained. She felt exhausted.
”I am going to kill you. For you to be of any use, any value to me , you will have to die. Every day will hurt, every day a piece of you will die until nothing of the old you remains. I will not teach you how to fight, I will not teach you how to be strong..the only thing I will teach you, is the only thing I need you to know...and that is how to kill.”
All she would do is nod at this. She didn’t think her journey to her resolve would be a easy one. She didn’t know what to expect, but from her greeting with the Captain, she already knew that it was going to be painful.
And she was willing to endure it.
She wanted to be stronger. She wanted to be feared. She was tired of being laughed at. Tired of running away. Tired of not being useful.
This was it. That Himari was gone.
That Himari was going to die
Suddenly, four men was behind the Phantom. Their heads bowed, waiting for orders. Even in her disoriented state, she was impressed. How they knew what to do when without being told.
Was she going to be able to be like that as well?
”Send word to either Captain Oda or the Fifth Division. Himari Shimizu tenders her resignation from the Fifth Division and shall be under the charge of myself in the Second Division. Inform the others in the five units of the new face, and see to the clean up and disposal of this body.”
A small feeling of sadness filled through her. This was really happening. She was going to be leaving the fifth division. She wished that she could thank Captain Tenzen Oda for his time. She also wished that she could apologize for being so helpless under his command. She had wished she had been a better subordinate to him.
Hopefully, one day, she could face him in a better state than she is now.
Ochitsuki...she will go with you first. Take her down into her workshop, and serve her several cocktails..NOT all at once. She needs to be conditioned..conditioned not killed. I don't need a broken tool”
Ochitsuki. That must have been the man who was still there in the room when the other had gone. He had been so silent. Just watching. A shadow in the darkly lit room. And the Captain was sending her away with him.
The very look of him sent a shiver down her spine. If the Captain entrusted her in his care, that only meant whatever he was about to do to her wasn’t going to be pretty.

 

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He remains silent, not an inch of his body moves, his breathing so shallow that one would assume he is not breathing at all. The loudest sound coming from him is the beat of his heart, it pounds and races within his chest. This isn’t the thumping of one who is afraid but it is instead the sound of an excited heart, his delectable meal is almost prepared, almost ready to be consumed. The approach of his Captain does not deter this excitement one bit but instead he uses it to focus on something else, something he has longed to do for over one hundred years..
As his Captain reaches for the bound man he lifts his hand off the back of the victims head and moves that same hand towards his Zanpakuto. He lunges towards Kyomu, drawing his blade to cut him down only to realize that his own head is falling from his shoulders…
This was a mental image, a mental battle between him and Captain Mukuro that has raged on for one hundred years in his mind and ends the same every time, Ochitsuki dies before he even realizes it. Outside of his mind his body is still unmoving, save for his earlier movement.
”This here..is a family man. 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.”
The man looks around to see he is in new company, he looks to the woman thinking her to possibly be some sort of medic given the look in her eyes. She does not have that same murderous gaze as the other people here. He remains silent but jumps when he hears the clattering of a blade hitting the floor. He looks over to Ochitsuki who is now looking up towards him.
No Hope Left

Words are stripped from the man he can no longer muster the will to speak, the horror of betrayal blooms and takes root within the poor man’s soul. It festers and grows as he now knows that any sort of hope he had is torn away from him. His heart sinks to the pits of his stomach, the life in his eyes dwindles then fades all while Ochitsuki Oda feasts upon it, upon his despair. Surely Himari would have caught sight of this horrid face that the young man is making.
”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. 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.”
Himari rises to her feet, the sickening grin of Ochitsuki grows and only becomes more twisted as the man looks to his soon to be slayer with pitiful eyes, eyes that can no longer see the rays or shine of hope.
”P-p-please do-”
The man begs for his life oh but this brief begging was splendid, a death rattle of sorts to staunch the coming end. A final appeal in an attempt to live out his life, to grasp ahold of what was promised to him. It falls on deaf ears. With a swift fluid motion she cuts the man's neck and he drops to the floor, his blood pooling out from the wound. He takes in the last remnants of life that drain from the man wondering what he could be thinking about? What sort of torturous pain does he feel knowing he is stripepd away from his family for good they will never see one another again? Once the man finally passes on the meal is complete, Ochitsuki’s appetite is satiated, for now. It was a sort of ecstasy for him, one that had him go deaf to the speech that his Captain gives the new girl. His eyes are almost rolled to the back of his head but they slowly return when he hears mention of Captain Oda, to be specific he comes to his senses because he hears his last name in that statement. He fully returns when Kyomu finally addresses him directly.
”Ochitsuki...she will go with you first. Take her down into her workshop, and serve her several cocktails..NOT all at once. She needs to be conditioned..conditioned not killed. I don't need a broken tool”
”Understood Captain.”
He rises to his feet and approaches the new girl. He understood his orders well, as a master of pain he knows exactly how much torment to deliver without killing his subject. However, how much will Himari be able to tolerate without passing on? Best to have a Kaido expert on hand for this task, one that can revive and restore the girl if she reaches the brink of death. No, even if she crosses the brink of death she will be brought back in the nick of time. He always follows through on his orders and by the end of this his Captain will have a newly conditioned tool to add to his arsenal.
”Lets go, Woman.”
This is all he says to her as he walks at a brisk pace back to his house of pain. While he cannot kill her he will still drink upon her despair and this walk will allow this despair to build more and more. She will be broken, however, she will arise anew from her former broken shell.