Yū Nakamoto turns the doorknob to his office, stepping in for a moment to temporarily escape from the chaos that so desperately pursued him wherever he went. The door slams behind him and he instantly leans back against the door, rolling his eyes back in alleviation. The quiet never sounded so good than the solace that was always present in his office. However, the pristine silence is broken by a sharp breath inwards, as he turns his attention to his desk. Atop the wooden surface… lies the absolute
last thing he wants to see right now.
‘...’
‘Not another one… fuck…’
Many Shinigami had come and gone within the past few months, thinking they had the chops– confident they had what it took to become a Captain. But, it seemed with each test, those same Shinigami were severely humbled, leaving the Gotei 13 with the same old, dysfunctional bunch as before. Yu desperately craved some fresh blood, if only to have peers of the same rank he could simultaneously call friends, as the current lineup… just wouldn’t do. There was little he could do however, to make this a reality. It was unfortunate enough for them, yet even more so for Yū, forced to witness the exact moment in time each examinee’s dreams would shatter before him; The light escaping their eyes as his spell– or blade, whichever was fastest, plunged through their once optimistic frame. The young Captain had no inspiration to expect this time would be any different, even if the examinee was his former classmate, renowned Lieutenant of the Second Division, and one of the infamous Visored herself, Yasu Yūgure.
He had always wondered when she was going to finally release herself from underneath the nauseating foot of the Phantom. Kyomu Mukuro was already a pain to deal with as a direct colleague– he couldn’t even imagine the physical, mental, and spiritual endurance it took to be his direct subordinate and in essence, his right hand man. Unlike others who sought to be a Captain to be dutiful and serve the Seireitei faithfully, perhaps for Yasu, there was more on the line: her freedom from his torturous reign. Despite the assumed hardships she endured in Second Division, Yū knew more than to discount her as just a victim of the Phantom's abuse. No doubt he had sculpted a cold-blooded killer from the sweet-faced girl he once knew years and years ago.
But, Yu questioned… did Kyomu also sculpt a girl who could be Captain? In a few days’ time, the Fairy would have his answer.
Minutes and minutes go by after Yasu's arrival, leaving the girl with no company save for the voices in her head and the howling winds in the valley. Time slows to a crawl, her exhilaration no doubt rising to its peak. Any moment now
Yūna will appear... and when he does, she can finally make her strike. The only issue is... just when will Yū ever appear?
When it seems as if perhaps her proctor has simply
forgotten to arrive today, the Fairy finally makes his long-awaited and grand appearance. Manifested from striking light itself, the designated pathway to the Valley of Screams reveals itself directly before the sun. On this fateful day, the two paper shōji gracefully part, allowing Yu to exit with a singular, airy step; However, where the Captain takes his first step remains nothing but air. First, his head reveals itself, then the rest of his delicate frame, followed by his iconic, brilliant wings already in vibrant display. His shadow casts itself upon the ground before him, outstretched far larger than his realistic frame. The true Angel of Death arrives in full glamour, initiating his charming descent as his dark Shihakushō ripples in the indiscriminate breeze. His downward journey however is short-lived, cut short by the ominous crimson smokescreen that has now weakened in time due to his timely arrival, simply settling low and paper-thin atop the barely perceivable bedrock.
‘She came prepared... ‘ he deduces, instantly recognizing the extremely familiar red smog that lingered faintly below. He halts in his descent, floating safely above the dissipating plumes of red. No doubt there was something else camouflaged within the smokescreen– a tactic he as well had used plenty of times, most notably in his first encounter with Yasu's superior. But, the young Captain wouldn't force her hand this early before at least addressing her– instead, taking this time to call out to her... wherever she was.
“This isn’t exactly the reunion I was hoping for... but it seems I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”
... his voice reverberates within the valley. In one fluid motion, Captain Nakamoto unsheathes his zanpakutо̄, flipping the pristine blade in front of him to rest by his side. Simultaneous with his draw, his iconic wings outstretch further with vibrance and with a singular flap, disperse the already thinning crimson veil creeping below him. There, he hovers only yards above from the bedrock as Yasu’s signature continues to circle around him, like a lioness stalking her prey. Despite her being hidden from sight, Yu can still feel her insatiable hunger from here– her desperation to succeed today. The young Captain wouldn’t keep her waiting to prove herself much longer as a blue, radiating energy begins to hum from the cold steel of his blade. He parts his lips once more, inciting the start of the imminent violence.
“So... let’s begin.”