COMPLETE.
Who: Izuru (sealship), Rangiku (leftagain).
What: Kira arrives, and Ran goes off to see him~. ♥
Where: Near the church.
When: Sometime today.
Everything was wrong.
All Kira had were bits and pieces of a fragmented memory he couldn't quite pull together, but he still knew (could feel it in the air, could taste it every time he breathed) that something wasn't right. There was a sort of eerie panic that surrounded the newly discovered city he'd found himself entrapped in. It was suffocating, and part of him even thought it was rather devastating, was too much for him to handle, because. He had all these other problems, didn't he, all these other problems to worry about, and maybe he had been wrong. Had done something so terrible, and now he was paying for it, but--
"I never wanted to," he insisted to the crumbling chapel, and the church door stood silent in response, silver cross gleaming in the dim light. His mouth tasted dry, tongue felt heavy and thick like cotton, and every shift in the air reminded him of what he was trying so very hard to remember. Remember, but he couldn't, because everything was too fuzzy, wasn't the way it was supposed to be. The puzzle pieces had been jumbled and tossed about, and he wasn't sure how to put them back together. Every time he tried to close his eyes and count to three, count his way back, count the pieces and retrace his steps all the way to the gates of the Soul Society, his brain would shudder and then go blank.
I never wanted to.
You never wanted to, but you did.
Because I had to.
Are you sorry?
Well, that was the question, wasn't it, and Kira pulled himself from his thoughts, drifting back through the dirt until he could turn so that he faced away from the accusing stare of the church and its empty crosses. Matsumoto-san would arrive soon. He didn't have time to worry about anything that had gone before he arrived in -- what was it that Taichou had called it? -- Nuadoria; he'd worry about it later, when he had time to think, when he could breathe more easily, when that heavy weight was finally lifted from his shoulders. He couldn't move the way he used to, and his feet seemed to drag over the concrete and the gravel, not quite shifting over the ground in motions that echoed the grace and perfect agility of a Shinigami. He wasn't himself, to say the least, but.
You're asking too many questions, anyway, that little part of his brain chided, and Kira tried hard not to grit his teeth, fingernails dragging against the fabric of his uniform as he pushed the voice away. He had to ask questions. Had to ask questions, because he wouldn't know what the hell he was doing, if he didn't. Had to ask questions, because he still wasn't completely clear on where he was, and there had been something strange in Matsumoto-san's voice; beneath the quiet calm, there had been a squirming anxiousness, something he couldn't really place, and. Ichimaru-taichou, too, he hadn't sounded right.
And part of him wanted to say, but when had he ever sounded right, before he pushed that thought away, as well. Wasn't right of him to think of his captain like that. Wasn't right at all, and maybe he was as bad as Hinamori-kun had been.
... Hinamori-kun.
His stomach plummeted, and he closed his eyes.
He didn't like being left alone with his thoughts for too long, and his fingers trailed delicately over the hilt of Wabisuke as he counted back from one-hundred in his head, waiting for the telltale tremor in the atmosphere around him that would have signified Matsumoto-san's arrival.
What: Kira arrives, and Ran goes off to see him~. ♥
Where: Near the church.
When: Sometime today.
Everything was wrong.
All Kira had were bits and pieces of a fragmented memory he couldn't quite pull together, but he still knew (could feel it in the air, could taste it every time he breathed) that something wasn't right. There was a sort of eerie panic that surrounded the newly discovered city he'd found himself entrapped in. It was suffocating, and part of him even thought it was rather devastating, was too much for him to handle, because. He had all these other problems, didn't he, all these other problems to worry about, and maybe he had been wrong. Had done something so terrible, and now he was paying for it, but--
"I never wanted to," he insisted to the crumbling chapel, and the church door stood silent in response, silver cross gleaming in the dim light. His mouth tasted dry, tongue felt heavy and thick like cotton, and every shift in the air reminded him of what he was trying so very hard to remember. Remember, but he couldn't, because everything was too fuzzy, wasn't the way it was supposed to be. The puzzle pieces had been jumbled and tossed about, and he wasn't sure how to put them back together. Every time he tried to close his eyes and count to three, count his way back, count the pieces and retrace his steps all the way to the gates of the Soul Society, his brain would shudder and then go blank.
I never wanted to.
You never wanted to, but you did.
Because I had to.
Are you sorry?
Well, that was the question, wasn't it, and Kira pulled himself from his thoughts, drifting back through the dirt until he could turn so that he faced away from the accusing stare of the church and its empty crosses. Matsumoto-san would arrive soon. He didn't have time to worry about anything that had gone before he arrived in -- what was it that Taichou had called it? -- Nuadoria; he'd worry about it later, when he had time to think, when he could breathe more easily, when that heavy weight was finally lifted from his shoulders. He couldn't move the way he used to, and his feet seemed to drag over the concrete and the gravel, not quite shifting over the ground in motions that echoed the grace and perfect agility of a Shinigami. He wasn't himself, to say the least, but.
You're asking too many questions, anyway, that little part of his brain chided, and Kira tried hard not to grit his teeth, fingernails dragging against the fabric of his uniform as he pushed the voice away. He had to ask questions. Had to ask questions, because he wouldn't know what the hell he was doing, if he didn't. Had to ask questions, because he still wasn't completely clear on where he was, and there had been something strange in Matsumoto-san's voice; beneath the quiet calm, there had been a squirming anxiousness, something he couldn't really place, and. Ichimaru-taichou, too, he hadn't sounded right.
And part of him wanted to say, but when had he ever sounded right, before he pushed that thought away, as well. Wasn't right of him to think of his captain like that. Wasn't right at all, and maybe he was as bad as Hinamori-kun had been.
... Hinamori-kun.
His stomach plummeted, and he closed his eyes.
He didn't like being left alone with his thoughts for too long, and his fingers trailed delicately over the hilt of Wabisuke as he counted back from one-hundred in his head, waiting for the telltale tremor in the atmosphere around him that would have signified Matsumoto-san's arrival.