One of the members of the tenth division's voice was no longer audible to Izanagi, who drifted off into dormant state. Not realizing both eyes were closed, only to wake up moments later, not feeling any different. Having no awareness of the dream state reality, he was in which wasn't real unknown to Izanagi's knowledge—founding himself taking a step forward through the thick plum color fog, where it seems to move in place without going in a general direction. Izanagi eyes scanned the silent yet dark and gloomy space, no living thing as far as his eyes can see were a presence. Not a single sound, not even the sound of the wind, was present.
The only thing the eye could see was the forest trees' silhouette shapes hiding beyond the heavy mist. It was odd about this place, making Izanagi much more aware of how misleading this place is. The more his mind was becoming more attentive to the setting. The more the thick fog was becoming more transparent as if it had been respondent to Izanagi's mental capacity. Or perhaps it meant something else? He didn't walk far at all but absorbing in the surroundings, wondering what purpose this served.
"Izanagi. You have ignored me long enough."
This voice whispered his name softly, were not the name itself, but the whisper sounded so close by that captured Izanagi's attention, which caused Izanagi to glance around the vicinity but to no avail. He saw nothing, no sign of what could be calling out to his name. It was all too familiar as if he alter ego used to call out to him in this very same way to get his attention. Could this be a dream? The place was different had no memory or recollection of seeing some bleak ruins. Allowing his subconscious to know the direction to and allowed his body to move accordingly. The purple-haired shinigami takes a slow stride down the path covered in rubble, not exactly where he seems to be going. But the voice that called out to him grew slightly louder.
"Izanagi. You have ignored me long enough."
This voice was Akuma, and there was no doubt in Izanagi's mind that it was him playing mind games. The usual shtick that Akuma loves to do when he is going to take control of Izanagi's body. All of this act had started to become tiresome. No longer Izanagi wanted to deal with this entity any longer, tired of waking up in the middle of a random area and having no idea what he has done or who he had done things too.
"Akuma! Show yourself. I am tired of your games!"Izanagi shouted.
As Izanagi shouted, this silhouette figured materialized directly behind him, where the only thing visible at this time was this vibrant lavender color visor. The fog kept this mysterious individual shrouded but slowly reveal pieces of his frame until he was fully exposed. By the time the once shadowy figure became visible, Izanagi had just turned around to fully see a man, a man that isn't Akuma at all. It was a tall random individual who had an attire that's entirely consisted of a full-plated armor and spiky helmet. The face was exposed, leaving his caucasian skin tone visible as well as his neatly trimmed stache. He had four long spikes, two of which are poking out of either shoulder/arm. His posture and expression it was all too familiar, a striking resemblance of Akuma but carried less of a bloodlust within his eyes. It was as if the man's bloodlust had been controlled and refined, because though his face did not give off such a sensation. Izanagi could still sense the intent to harm or kill.
"The name you called out...Akuma, was it? I am not Akuma. A false name I gave you, Izanagi Kiyoshi. You weren't deserving of knowing my true name. Since you were a boy Izanagi Kiyoshi, I called out to you many times! When you were alone and in despair. Yet, you ignored my called and only accepted a false name. Only then, I, within my power, created Akuma to protect you when you were too weak to deal with your problems."
Akuma? Izanagi was more confused, but yet it made sense at the same time. The words of this individual reminded Izanagi of think of that time where he had been trapped, alone in darkness for two years. He remembers the whispers; he remembers dreaming of someone reaching out to him though it was a blur then. It had begun to come together now, but still, who exactly was he? He stared in silence with no response at all.
"I can see that you are still confused, so allow me to explain further. I am your sword, your companion, a counterpart that makes up your soul. I, Izanagi Kiyoshi, am the uncontrollable spirit that desires the blood of your enemies, that rage you kept bottled up inside. What I am is what you are. I AM YOUR ZANPAKUTO! IZANAGI KIYOSHI! MY......NAME..........IS.......JURYOKU KYUTAI!"
The now reveal mysterious entity was none other than a spirit of Izanagi Kiyoshi zanpakuto, Jūryoku Kyūtai (重力球体, Gravity Orb; Gravity Sphere). He shared more detail of what he was to Izanagi, explaining it further to Izanagi's simple-mind. Shouting his name with such intensity, he brought up a knee to his chest and thrust it forward to their master's chest the moment the last syllable of his words escaped his mouth. Jūryoku's shout wasn't out of anger, moreso out of declaring it for the master, the companion to learn of its name loud and clear. The tone behind it was frustration and agitated. It was a spirit that has undergone great lengths to get their owner's attention, and it took this long to reach Izanagi finally.
The hard thrust kick sent Izanagi flying several yards away until his entire backside crashed into a brick slab wall. The structure broke down into pieces of rubble upon impact, leaving nothing but a dust cloud, shrouding the area where Izanagi landed.
"Tch. You're worthless! You haven't even realized since coming here that you do not have your zanpakuto on you. And you think I will submit to someone like you? What makes you deserving of my power? I could easily take over your body again and allow you to feel neglected, alone again in the dark. I won't allow my power to be wasted away by the likes of a weakling! I protected you! I have slain all your enemies, and still, I am ignored. You're so pathetic you can't even speak. CAN YOU!?"
Jūryoku continues to take jabs at Izanagi while taking a slow stride towards his direction. He didn't spare Izanagi the satisfaction of anything, some words were meant to be accurate, but some were to awaken the demon that truly resides in its master. The cunning beast that showed no mercy to any enemies that crossed his path. The one who exudes terror into those with no understanding of what real fear is. Once that feeling surfaces, it struck those who felt such a sensation—wanting to kill this devil. Not out of their will of determination, but due to the uncontrollable power itself. They want to put that devil down like it was a rabid dog before it could happen. The cunning devil had already taken their life, the kind of fiend, Izanagi true self is. He finally reached Izanagi's destination, where he laid.
Though Izanagi rested there covered in dirt and rubble, he wasn't unconscious but laid there with his eyes open. All he could hear was the words of "pathetic" and "worthless" being repeated multiple times in the voice of the man he killed as a boy. Regardless of which version it was, in the end, he killed his parents. Those memories of abuse resurfaced, threatening, slapped, beaten, it was all coming back to Izanagi.
Thump Thump
THUMP THUMP
THUMP THUMP
Each passing second, the sound of beating heart was growing louder. Izanagi's breathing became more burdensome and faster, to where he could no longer contain those bottled up emotions. The same feeling he unintentionally locked away into his psyche was now coming to the surface. Izanagi stood his full height where his posture was straight, chest out, and head high. The expression all over his face was more serious and focus than before. Those optics of Izanagi were staring right through Jūryoku eyes. They were nothing but vicious behind them, where they were locked in with the glowing hues of the spirit, his spirit. He felt his frustration, the pain of being neglected for years, and understanding how the Juruyoku must feel. Even moreso, he saw things more precise, in a sense where the same anger and rage that the former alias Akuma had felt. He now feels as part of his own; this what it felt like to be free? This awareness was picked up by Juruyoku, and he felt Izanagi's desires awaken on their own.
"Good. Good. I can see you finally let go. Izanagi Kiyoshi. You are no longer bound to the weight of the world. You shall be free, and everything that seeks to harm you shall simply be forced out of your way." He said to him while staring at his hand and the asauchi Izanagi once held was suddenly in his hands. The fog that surrounded the entire inner world ceases to exist.
"The next time you see me Izanagi Kiyoshi, make me submit if you wish to use my real power. Only then will you be able to unlock your hidden potential to harness our power."
He said the last thing before the entire world slowly faded away by a bright and shining light. Izanagi couldn't correctly see his frame any longer becoming some silhouette shape now until his eyes awaken to a room. Only to see Ryuga still here as if time hasn't gone by at all. Becoming confused while trying to grasp what he had gone through entirely. Was it a dream? The train of thought was suddenly interrupted by some loud-mouth ding-dong, shouting within Ryuga's quarters.
"Hurry up! The Lieutenant is requesting everyone's presence in the meeting hall! Hold on that means you too, Ryuga-san! Ah-Izanagi-san! I see you there, you come too!" while his voice trailed off, hearing his loud footsteps running through the hall, yelling the same words to everyone else.
"Huh!!! What now? Goddammit. Can't a man get any sleep around here? Ugggggghhhh!"
Izanagi complained while stretching his long arms bringing his hand to his open mouth that held open for 5 seconds before closing. Looking to sit up to his butt slowly. He didn't say too much to Ryuga, though Izanagi also didn't realize the sharp pain he felt before that brief nap was less painful than before. It was a drag to him, though he manages to stand up to his feet and exit from his room and locate the meeting hall by following the crowd of people. He was more than confident Ryuga would follow or go at his own pace to the meeting hall. Eventually, once arriving, Izanagi would first see the ravenous-haired maiden scanning the entire room. The last thing Izanagi wanted was to be in a place full of people, hated crowds, too many eyes. The question is, what the deal with this meeting was? Could it have something to do with what was going on in the world of the living? Or could it possibly have something to do with some other unknown situation? Hopefully, whatever it was, it wasn't something that could be saved for people who were eager to do something, rather than people who just wanted to lie around and be lazy, not have any attention.
