Jun 05, 2006 21:11
Shuuhei’s alone, sitting like he’s waiting for the moment that the cold rock beneath his ass becomes too cold and hard for him to bear. He’s experimenting, he supposes. Trying to see how he can drown out that infernal ticking that plagues his mind. It’s worse when he’s alone, he knows this. Knew this the moment he left Yumichika’s side. So he’s here now, mind overcome with the sound of seconds passing, but he’s determined to try and obscure it with something else.
His mind wanders, touching upon thoughts here and there; and then he finally tries to figure out how he came to be in this place. The fight with Yumichika - that was too obvious to blame. How he was now hell-bent on defeating Yumichika once and for all. Maybe he could blame Tousen-taichou; if his ex-captain had not opposed the 11th division when they were aiding the ryouka; if his ex-captain had not been privy to the deceitful scheme involving Rukia-san, then maybe Shuuhei would never have faced Yumichika at all; never fought against him and ignited that passion for defeating him.
Maybe this was all deeply embedded in something further back in his past than that. Maybe it was when he was simply going through schooling. Maybe it was his shining genius that was to blame - his acceptance into the Gotei 13 lead to this disaster that now lay at his feet.
Shuuhei grunted in a derisive fashion. He could blame his genetic makeup if he really wanted to. Say that his parents were to blame. His grandparents; his whole fucking lineage.
All that he’s really ascertained out of this awesome waste of time is that entertaining contemplative thoughts didn’t help one iota with dampening the incessant ticking in his mind.
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