And I want these words to make things right
Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou (iceandivory), Daiguren Hyourinmaru, and a few poor souls (You)
When: Sunday, November 28
Where: Wastelands
Rating: PG (?)
Summary: Sometimes killing things doesn't cut it.
For coming on December, it had been surprisingly sunny the last two days or so. Well, had been. Not anymore.
In a special corner of the wastelands - most people would recognize it as the spot he chose to fight Rhode Kamelot, the spot where he often did his bankai training - Hitsugaya Toushirou had decided to ruin the temporarily calm weather with a fit of dark storm clouds and assailments of jagged ice. The effects were isolated. The rapidly dropping temperature and overwhelming winds wouldn't reach the city. But in a perfect radius around his form, there was nothing but ice and snow and storm.
Inoue Orihime was dead. How many did that make? He wasn't going to count. It would only make things worse. It wasn't really his fault. She had been set on going whether he told her to stay away or not. But that nagging feeling would always remain - after every battle fought, after every battle avoided, no matter what he did. He always knew that he could have done something different. He could have trapped her in place if he'd had to. But no. He'd let her do what she'd wanted. And now he could add her to the list of casualties trailing red behind him.
Hyourinmaru slashed at air, again and again as his owner ripped through the sky on great, blue wings. His bankai wasn't permanent, but that was part of the point. He couldn't afford to let himself repeat the incident with the Noah and Hinamori. So here and now, alone and having given himself no chance to get angry with anyone else, away from the damn clinic, he would simply exhaust himself. He would yell at nothing and fight nothing until he had no voice left and the last lotus petal behind his back shattered into nothing.
And pity any poor soul that tried to interrupt.
When: Sunday, November 28
Where: Wastelands
Rating: PG (?)
Summary: Sometimes killing things doesn't cut it.
For coming on December, it had been surprisingly sunny the last two days or so. Well, had been. Not anymore.
In a special corner of the wastelands - most people would recognize it as the spot he chose to fight Rhode Kamelot, the spot where he often did his bankai training - Hitsugaya Toushirou had decided to ruin the temporarily calm weather with a fit of dark storm clouds and assailments of jagged ice. The effects were isolated. The rapidly dropping temperature and overwhelming winds wouldn't reach the city. But in a perfect radius around his form, there was nothing but ice and snow and storm.
Inoue Orihime was dead. How many did that make? He wasn't going to count. It would only make things worse. It wasn't really his fault. She had been set on going whether he told her to stay away or not. But that nagging feeling would always remain - after every battle fought, after every battle avoided, no matter what he did. He always knew that he could have done something different. He could have trapped her in place if he'd had to. But no. He'd let her do what she'd wanted. And now he could add her to the list of casualties trailing red behind him.
Hyourinmaru slashed at air, again and again as his owner ripped through the sky on great, blue wings. His bankai wasn't permanent, but that was part of the point. He couldn't afford to let himself repeat the incident with the Noah and Hinamori. So here and now, alone and having given himself no chance to get angry with anyone else, away from the damn clinic, he would simply exhaust himself. He would yell at nothing and fight nothing until he had no voice left and the last lotus petal behind his back shattered into nothing.
And pity any poor soul that tried to interrupt.