Fanfic; Protecting You is Protecting Me
Title: Protecting You is Protecting Me
Pairing: Hisagi / Kira close friendship
Rating: PG
Warning: Talk of death.
Word Count: 2 429
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this fanfic, or aonything else related to BLEACH that may appear in this fanfic.
Comments: Thank you winteraconite for betaing! This fic takes place somewhere during the Zanpakutou filler arc. After episode 255 but before 260.
Summary: Muramasa is gone but Kazeshini is still out to kill Hisagi. Kira worries about his friend and asks him to let him help, but Hisagi won't hear of it.
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Beads of sweat roll down Hisagi’s chest and he pants, his breathing growing heavier as he continues to push his body onwards. He lets out a low growl as the muscles in his arms begin to burn, but he carries on with his pushups.
There is a sudden knock on his door and Hisagi looks up in surprise, wondering who could be visiting him in his private quarters at this hour. It’s too late for it to be work related, but too early for anyone to be dragging him out for a drink. With a grunt, Hisagi pushes himself off the ground and grabs the towel he’d had set to the side.
“Who is it?” he calls while quickly wiping off the sweat glistening across his chest.
“It’s Kira,” comes a quick reply.
Of course it is, Hisagi smiles softly to himself; he should have expected as much, Kira was the only person that would come see him with reason other than work or sake (although it was not like he wouldn’t come see Hisagi about such things). He wraps the towel around his neck and walks over to the door, sliding it open, “Hey.”
Kira blinks a few times, scanning Hisagi’s half naked body for a second before meeting his eyes with a blush, “Is this a bad time, Hisagi-san? I can come back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Hisagi waves a hand freely before stepping back inside. “Now come in before I freeze, yeah?”
With a soft shake of his head, Kira follows his friend into the warm room. Hisagi grabs the glass of water he’d had sitting on the floor and finishes quickly, he turns around to see Kira glancing aimlessly around the room, his cheeks a soft tint of pink.
“It’s not like this is anything you haven’t seen,” Hisagi chuckles.
“Yes well, there is a time and a place, Hisagi-san,” Kira murmurs in response, his blush darkening slightly.
“It’s after work and I’m in my own quarters aren’t I?”
Kira, unable to find a reply, sighs, defeated and looks up. “So are you going to get dressed?”
“Depends, what’s up?” Hisagi replies casually, wiping his face with the towel that is still hanging around his neck.
Kira seems to shuffle uncomfortably for a moment before he speaks, but Hisagi doesn’t think much of it.
“I just wanted to talk to you about something, if you have the time…” he says softly.
“Sure,” Hisagi replies cautiously, a little curious as to what Kira had to say. “ Make yourself comfortable, I’ll make us some tea.”
Watching Hisagi turn away, Kira sits down by the small table, waiting in silence for his friend to return. Moments later Hisagi walks back into the room with a tray carrying a pot and two cups and a black shihakusho draped over his shoulders.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Hisagi asks as he pours each of them a cup.
“Well, I was talking to Wabisuke earlier,” Kira starts in a soft voice. “He tells me that… Kazeshini is still on a bit of a rampage.”
Hisagi stays silent as he sets the teapot down, but Kira can see the brunette had suddenly become rather tense.
“I’ve spoken to others, and Hisagi-san, you are the only person who has yet to have their zanpakutou return, am I right?”
There’s a long pause and Kira glances cautiously at Hisagi, a frown crossing his own features as he looks into the storm grey eyes. Kira recognizes them all too well, the strange mix of hate and distance that glazed his friend’s eyes every time his zanpakutou was brought up.
“He’s not still under Muramasa’s control, if that’s what you’re asking,” Hisagi says in a low voice.
“I didn’t think so,” Kira whispers back. “Some of the others do, but from what Wabisuke’s told me, Kazeshini, like all the other zanpakutou has returned to normal.”
Hisagi nods without looking up, now staring intensely at the tabletop.
“It’s just that he’s the kind of guy… if he’s got you in his sights, he won’t stop until you’re dead. His sole reason for being is to reap, and he’s stubborn, he won’t let something go until he gets what he wants. He’s started a fight with me now, so he won’t stop until I’m dead.”
“Hisagi-san!” Kira pushes forward, eyes wide with something Hisagi recognizes immediately as fear. “That is ridiculous, we have to find him; there must be something that we can do to stop him.”
“There’s no we in this, Kira!” Hisagi says quickly, sternly glaring into the single visible blue eye. “This is my battle, with my zanpakutou. I don’t want you, or anyone else, getting involved.”
“Hisagi-san-”
“Promise me!” Hisagi almost shouts. “Promise me you won’t interfere.”
Kira glares almost angrily at his friend, both of his hands now flat on the table as he leans forward on his knees. Neither of them breaks the eye contact for a long moment, until Kira dips his head. He takes a deep breathe before muttering.
“If Wabisuke was still trying to kill me, would you leave me to fight him alone?”
“The fact is he’s not,” Hisagi replies quickly, having anticipated the question already.
“Hypothetically, Hisagi-san!” Kira says loudly, looking up.
“There’s no hypothetically!” Hisagi replies with equal force. “Kira are you forgetting that you’ve already fought Kazeshini once?”
“I defeated him-”
“That’s not the time I meant!” Hisagi slams a fist down on the table, making both teacups jump, but Kira’s stare remains firm. “You went after him as part of your orders that time Wabisuke interjected on your fight. Before that, you came running into the forest after me, and protected me from him! Have you any idea how that made me feel?!”
“I understand your pride was hurt Hisagi-san,” Kira says coldly, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “But you’re my friend and-”
Hisagi gets up onto one foot, leaning across the table and his hand lashes out to grab Kira’s wrist, interrupting him again. Kira looks almost frightened for a moment but then he looks up to meet his friend’s eyes. Hisagi’s eyes are filled not with anger, but fear.
“I lost and you had to protect me,” he says in a soft voice. “You could have died because of that… what the hell was I supposed to do if my zanpakutou killed you?! How the hell was I suppose to have lived with that?! Do you think I’d risk your life again just because I can’t handle that guy?!”
“Stop it!” Kira snaps, tearing his wrist away.
Hisagi looks up in surprise, watching a single angry and pain filled eye stare back at him. Kira’s arms are shaking but Hisagi isn’t sure why. Looking down at his own hand he sees he was shaking too and he worries for a moment, not sure exactly how hard he had been squeezing Kira’s wrist.
“You say all this as though you were concerned for me,” Kira says coldly but his voice is straining to remain calm. “You say it like you are trying to protect me. Well that road runs both ways Hisagi-san! You don’t want me risking myself because if something happened it would hurt you? Then I will ask you the same thing; how do you think I could live with myself if I knowingly let you walk into danger like that!”
“This is my problem to deal with-”
“And if you die it becomes my problem! It becomes Hinamori-san’s problem, Abarai-kun’s problem! It becomes your division’s problem! Do you really think we could lose you and face tomorrow as if nothing had happened?!”
Hisagi falls back to sit on the floor again and the heat of the conversation dies down a little with each passing second. The words resonate in both their ears, the possibilities of either of them getting hurt sinking into them; the fear wrapping around them. Hisagi sits there silently as Kira too slowly moves back to his seated position beside the table.
“I don’t have an answer for you there,” Hisagi mutters without looking up.
Kira doesn’t say anything for a moment as the conversation slowly catches up to him. He wonders for a moment if there was anything he wishes he hadn’t said.
But there wasn’t. He’d meant every single word.
“That day… when I noticed you were in a fight, I was scared,” Kira admits softly. “And then I felt you losing so I rushed towards you on instinct. For a brief second I thought I was too late, I thought you had…”
His voice is caught in his throat as the memory of the forest speeding past his eyes plays too clearly in his mind. The trees and rocks flying past like blurs and the wind whipping against his face, his strands of hair obstructing his vision. He remembers the moment when Hisagi’s reiatsu dropped to little above nothing; for a brief moment Kira’s heart had stopped, thinking his friend had died.
“I’m sorry, Kira,” Hisagi says, glancing up slightly.
Kira catches the apologetic look and shakes his head, taking his teacup in both hands.
“Don’t be,” Kira says softly, twisting the cup in his hands. “I gave you quite the scare too, didn’t I?”
Hisagi lets out a half chuckle as he remembers finding out Kira had been injured after his fight with Kazeshini- at the time not knowing that it had been Wabisuke that attacked him. All he knew then was that Kira fought Kazeshini, that the zanpakutou had escaped and that Kira was taken to the 4th Division.
“Yeah, you did,” Hisagi says with a hollow laugh. “I was convinced Kazeshini almost killed you.”
“And yet ironically,” Kira’s voice disappears, unpleasant memories of his fight with Wabibsuke playing in his mind.
Hisagi stays quiet as Kira’s eyes grow distant, the blonde is clearly lost in his thoughts. He knows the story of how Kira really sustained his injuries and he knows how much it hurt Kira when Wabisuke was supposedly killed.
A tiny hint of jealousy sparks inside Hisagi. He had met Wabisuke on one or two occasions. After Muramasa’s defeat, it took them almost two days to pry the dark haired zanpakutou from Kira’s side; he was very protective. Wabisuke always gives off a dark, gloomy aura and while it worries Hisagi sometimes that this is what lurks inside Kira’s soul, he knows enough about Wabisuke to rest assured that this zanpakutou only wants what is best for Kira.
“Wabisuke and I have moved past this incident with Muramasa,” Kira says suddenly, snapping Hisagi out of his thoughts. “We shinigami only unlock our true potential and power when we are one with our zanpakutou. In my case, that means for Wabisuke and I to trust each other to be able to stand side by side in battle. We protect each other.”
Hisagi frowns, not quite understanding the point Kira is making.
“But Hisagi-san, your situation with Kazeshini is different,” Kira says. “I will not pretend to understand it, because I do not. But I do respect it.”
Hisagi looks up in surprise. His eyes meet a blue pupil filled with a mature understanding. He sits quietly as Kira continues.
“As you said, Kazeshini will not be satisfied until he is able to beat you, one on one. Likewise you will be unable to achieve any sort of peace with him without defeating him one on one. So it is not my place to step in,” Kira says then looks down at the table. “But if I may ask you of one thing, Hisagi-san…”
“What?”
“Please come back safely,” Kira whispers. “It may be a selfish request because I am only concerned about how your being injured would hurt me, but Hisagi-san…”
“I don’t want you to be unhappy,” Hisagi says, reaching over and placing a hand on Kira’s shoulder. “I’ll fight to come back alive, so you don’t need to stress, alright?”
“And I won’t go off running into other people’s fights so you don’t have to worry either, okay?” Kira replies with a soft smile.
“Deal,” Hisagi grins, offering his teacup to Kira.
“Deal,” Kira chuckles as he taps his cup against Hisagi’s.
xxx
The blade comes out of nowhere, slicing a tree trunk cleanly in two. Kira sighs in relief when he sees Hisagi jump out of the way on time; the blade had clearly been aimed at him.
Hisagi looks up and Kira follows his glance, they see the familiar shadow at the same time. Kira feels a knot in his stomach and he grips his hilt tightly.
“I don’t want you to be unhappy,” Hisagi says, reaching over and placing a hand on Kira’s shoulder. “I’ll fight to come back alive, so you don’t need to stress, alright?”
”We should move on,” he says quickly, speeding through the forest again without a second glance back at Hisagi.
“Hey!” Madarame calls after him but Kira is already growing smaller, he and Iba hurry after him.
Hisagi flips up onto the top branch of a tree, catching a blonde head of hair disappearing into the forest. He smiles then looks at the zanpakutou spirit in front of him. Kazeshini hadn’t changed, sneaking up on them and launching a surprise attack like that.
Thinking about it, Hisagi has to be honest with himself. He doesn’t want to fight Kazeshini, he doesn’t want to lose to him but doesn’t particularly care about winning either. But this fight wasn’t about him, it wasn’t even about his zanpakutou.
Not really.
It was about Hisagi and Kazeshini putting aside their differences, putting aside what either of them selfishly wanted and becoming one. It was about fighting not each other but the enemies they faced as shinigami and zanpakutou. It was about facing the battlefield to protect the ones you cared for and yourself.
Because the only way a shinigami is able to protect the ones they treasure, is not by fighting, is not simply by winning- but by surviving.
“Reap, Kazeshini,” Hisagi murmurs, the twin scythes materializing into his hands.
He grips the metal hard, a wave of fear washing over him just like every other time he releases his shikai. Like when he was attacked by that hollow as a child, like when those Huge hollow killed his classmates- but now he had a weapon, he had something to protect himself with.
That is his reason for making Kazeshini submit. Hisagi hates to admit it, but he needed that killing maniac of a zanpakutou…
To protect everyone.
xxx
Pairing: Hisagi / Kira close friendship
Rating: PG
Warning: Talk of death.
Word Count: 2 429
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this fanfic, or aonything else related to BLEACH that may appear in this fanfic.
Comments: Thank you winteraconite for betaing! This fic takes place somewhere during the Zanpakutou filler arc. After episode 255 but before 260.
Summary: Muramasa is gone but Kazeshini is still out to kill Hisagi. Kira worries about his friend and asks him to let him help, but Hisagi won't hear of it.
xxx
Beads of sweat roll down Hisagi’s chest and he pants, his breathing growing heavier as he continues to push his body onwards. He lets out a low growl as the muscles in his arms begin to burn, but he carries on with his pushups.
There is a sudden knock on his door and Hisagi looks up in surprise, wondering who could be visiting him in his private quarters at this hour. It’s too late for it to be work related, but too early for anyone to be dragging him out for a drink. With a grunt, Hisagi pushes himself off the ground and grabs the towel he’d had set to the side.
“Who is it?” he calls while quickly wiping off the sweat glistening across his chest.
“It’s Kira,” comes a quick reply.
Of course it is, Hisagi smiles softly to himself; he should have expected as much, Kira was the only person that would come see him with reason other than work or sake (although it was not like he wouldn’t come see Hisagi about such things). He wraps the towel around his neck and walks over to the door, sliding it open, “Hey.”
Kira blinks a few times, scanning Hisagi’s half naked body for a second before meeting his eyes with a blush, “Is this a bad time, Hisagi-san? I can come back.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Hisagi waves a hand freely before stepping back inside. “Now come in before I freeze, yeah?”
With a soft shake of his head, Kira follows his friend into the warm room. Hisagi grabs the glass of water he’d had sitting on the floor and finishes quickly, he turns around to see Kira glancing aimlessly around the room, his cheeks a soft tint of pink.
“It’s not like this is anything you haven’t seen,” Hisagi chuckles.
“Yes well, there is a time and a place, Hisagi-san,” Kira murmurs in response, his blush darkening slightly.
“It’s after work and I’m in my own quarters aren’t I?”
Kira, unable to find a reply, sighs, defeated and looks up. “So are you going to get dressed?”
“Depends, what’s up?” Hisagi replies casually, wiping his face with the towel that is still hanging around his neck.
Kira seems to shuffle uncomfortably for a moment before he speaks, but Hisagi doesn’t think much of it.
“I just wanted to talk to you about something, if you have the time…” he says softly.
“Sure,” Hisagi replies cautiously, a little curious as to what Kira had to say. “ Make yourself comfortable, I’ll make us some tea.”
Watching Hisagi turn away, Kira sits down by the small table, waiting in silence for his friend to return. Moments later Hisagi walks back into the room with a tray carrying a pot and two cups and a black shihakusho draped over his shoulders.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Hisagi asks as he pours each of them a cup.
“Well, I was talking to Wabisuke earlier,” Kira starts in a soft voice. “He tells me that… Kazeshini is still on a bit of a rampage.”
Hisagi stays silent as he sets the teapot down, but Kira can see the brunette had suddenly become rather tense.
“I’ve spoken to others, and Hisagi-san, you are the only person who has yet to have their zanpakutou return, am I right?”
There’s a long pause and Kira glances cautiously at Hisagi, a frown crossing his own features as he looks into the storm grey eyes. Kira recognizes them all too well, the strange mix of hate and distance that glazed his friend’s eyes every time his zanpakutou was brought up.
“He’s not still under Muramasa’s control, if that’s what you’re asking,” Hisagi says in a low voice.
“I didn’t think so,” Kira whispers back. “Some of the others do, but from what Wabisuke’s told me, Kazeshini, like all the other zanpakutou has returned to normal.”
Hisagi nods without looking up, now staring intensely at the tabletop.
“It’s just that he’s the kind of guy… if he’s got you in his sights, he won’t stop until you’re dead. His sole reason for being is to reap, and he’s stubborn, he won’t let something go until he gets what he wants. He’s started a fight with me now, so he won’t stop until I’m dead.”
“Hisagi-san!” Kira pushes forward, eyes wide with something Hisagi recognizes immediately as fear. “That is ridiculous, we have to find him; there must be something that we can do to stop him.”
“There’s no we in this, Kira!” Hisagi says quickly, sternly glaring into the single visible blue eye. “This is my battle, with my zanpakutou. I don’t want you, or anyone else, getting involved.”
“Hisagi-san-”
“Promise me!” Hisagi almost shouts. “Promise me you won’t interfere.”
Kira glares almost angrily at his friend, both of his hands now flat on the table as he leans forward on his knees. Neither of them breaks the eye contact for a long moment, until Kira dips his head. He takes a deep breathe before muttering.
“If Wabisuke was still trying to kill me, would you leave me to fight him alone?”
“The fact is he’s not,” Hisagi replies quickly, having anticipated the question already.
“Hypothetically, Hisagi-san!” Kira says loudly, looking up.
“There’s no hypothetically!” Hisagi replies with equal force. “Kira are you forgetting that you’ve already fought Kazeshini once?”
“I defeated him-”
“That’s not the time I meant!” Hisagi slams a fist down on the table, making both teacups jump, but Kira’s stare remains firm. “You went after him as part of your orders that time Wabisuke interjected on your fight. Before that, you came running into the forest after me, and protected me from him! Have you any idea how that made me feel?!”
“I understand your pride was hurt Hisagi-san,” Kira says coldly, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “But you’re my friend and-”
Hisagi gets up onto one foot, leaning across the table and his hand lashes out to grab Kira’s wrist, interrupting him again. Kira looks almost frightened for a moment but then he looks up to meet his friend’s eyes. Hisagi’s eyes are filled not with anger, but fear.
“I lost and you had to protect me,” he says in a soft voice. “You could have died because of that… what the hell was I supposed to do if my zanpakutou killed you?! How the hell was I suppose to have lived with that?! Do you think I’d risk your life again just because I can’t handle that guy?!”
“Stop it!” Kira snaps, tearing his wrist away.
Hisagi looks up in surprise, watching a single angry and pain filled eye stare back at him. Kira’s arms are shaking but Hisagi isn’t sure why. Looking down at his own hand he sees he was shaking too and he worries for a moment, not sure exactly how hard he had been squeezing Kira’s wrist.
“You say all this as though you were concerned for me,” Kira says coldly but his voice is straining to remain calm. “You say it like you are trying to protect me. Well that road runs both ways Hisagi-san! You don’t want me risking myself because if something happened it would hurt you? Then I will ask you the same thing; how do you think I could live with myself if I knowingly let you walk into danger like that!”
“This is my problem to deal with-”
“And if you die it becomes my problem! It becomes Hinamori-san’s problem, Abarai-kun’s problem! It becomes your division’s problem! Do you really think we could lose you and face tomorrow as if nothing had happened?!”
Hisagi falls back to sit on the floor again and the heat of the conversation dies down a little with each passing second. The words resonate in both their ears, the possibilities of either of them getting hurt sinking into them; the fear wrapping around them. Hisagi sits there silently as Kira too slowly moves back to his seated position beside the table.
“I don’t have an answer for you there,” Hisagi mutters without looking up.
Kira doesn’t say anything for a moment as the conversation slowly catches up to him. He wonders for a moment if there was anything he wishes he hadn’t said.
But there wasn’t. He’d meant every single word.
“That day… when I noticed you were in a fight, I was scared,” Kira admits softly. “And then I felt you losing so I rushed towards you on instinct. For a brief second I thought I was too late, I thought you had…”
His voice is caught in his throat as the memory of the forest speeding past his eyes plays too clearly in his mind. The trees and rocks flying past like blurs and the wind whipping against his face, his strands of hair obstructing his vision. He remembers the moment when Hisagi’s reiatsu dropped to little above nothing; for a brief moment Kira’s heart had stopped, thinking his friend had died.
“I’m sorry, Kira,” Hisagi says, glancing up slightly.
Kira catches the apologetic look and shakes his head, taking his teacup in both hands.
“Don’t be,” Kira says softly, twisting the cup in his hands. “I gave you quite the scare too, didn’t I?”
Hisagi lets out a half chuckle as he remembers finding out Kira had been injured after his fight with Kazeshini- at the time not knowing that it had been Wabisuke that attacked him. All he knew then was that Kira fought Kazeshini, that the zanpakutou had escaped and that Kira was taken to the 4th Division.
“Yeah, you did,” Hisagi says with a hollow laugh. “I was convinced Kazeshini almost killed you.”
“And yet ironically,” Kira’s voice disappears, unpleasant memories of his fight with Wabibsuke playing in his mind.
Hisagi stays quiet as Kira’s eyes grow distant, the blonde is clearly lost in his thoughts. He knows the story of how Kira really sustained his injuries and he knows how much it hurt Kira when Wabisuke was supposedly killed.
A tiny hint of jealousy sparks inside Hisagi. He had met Wabisuke on one or two occasions. After Muramasa’s defeat, it took them almost two days to pry the dark haired zanpakutou from Kira’s side; he was very protective. Wabisuke always gives off a dark, gloomy aura and while it worries Hisagi sometimes that this is what lurks inside Kira’s soul, he knows enough about Wabisuke to rest assured that this zanpakutou only wants what is best for Kira.
“Wabisuke and I have moved past this incident with Muramasa,” Kira says suddenly, snapping Hisagi out of his thoughts. “We shinigami only unlock our true potential and power when we are one with our zanpakutou. In my case, that means for Wabisuke and I to trust each other to be able to stand side by side in battle. We protect each other.”
Hisagi frowns, not quite understanding the point Kira is making.
“But Hisagi-san, your situation with Kazeshini is different,” Kira says. “I will not pretend to understand it, because I do not. But I do respect it.”
Hisagi looks up in surprise. His eyes meet a blue pupil filled with a mature understanding. He sits quietly as Kira continues.
“As you said, Kazeshini will not be satisfied until he is able to beat you, one on one. Likewise you will be unable to achieve any sort of peace with him without defeating him one on one. So it is not my place to step in,” Kira says then looks down at the table. “But if I may ask you of one thing, Hisagi-san…”
“What?”
“Please come back safely,” Kira whispers. “It may be a selfish request because I am only concerned about how your being injured would hurt me, but Hisagi-san…”
“I don’t want you to be unhappy,” Hisagi says, reaching over and placing a hand on Kira’s shoulder. “I’ll fight to come back alive, so you don’t need to stress, alright?”
“And I won’t go off running into other people’s fights so you don’t have to worry either, okay?” Kira replies with a soft smile.
“Deal,” Hisagi grins, offering his teacup to Kira.
“Deal,” Kira chuckles as he taps his cup against Hisagi’s.
xxx
The blade comes out of nowhere, slicing a tree trunk cleanly in two. Kira sighs in relief when he sees Hisagi jump out of the way on time; the blade had clearly been aimed at him.
Hisagi looks up and Kira follows his glance, they see the familiar shadow at the same time. Kira feels a knot in his stomach and he grips his hilt tightly.
“I don’t want you to be unhappy,” Hisagi says, reaching over and placing a hand on Kira’s shoulder. “I’ll fight to come back alive, so you don’t need to stress, alright?”
”We should move on,” he says quickly, speeding through the forest again without a second glance back at Hisagi.
“Hey!” Madarame calls after him but Kira is already growing smaller, he and Iba hurry after him.
Hisagi flips up onto the top branch of a tree, catching a blonde head of hair disappearing into the forest. He smiles then looks at the zanpakutou spirit in front of him. Kazeshini hadn’t changed, sneaking up on them and launching a surprise attack like that.
Thinking about it, Hisagi has to be honest with himself. He doesn’t want to fight Kazeshini, he doesn’t want to lose to him but doesn’t particularly care about winning either. But this fight wasn’t about him, it wasn’t even about his zanpakutou.
Not really.
It was about Hisagi and Kazeshini putting aside their differences, putting aside what either of them selfishly wanted and becoming one. It was about fighting not each other but the enemies they faced as shinigami and zanpakutou. It was about facing the battlefield to protect the ones you cared for and yourself.
Because the only way a shinigami is able to protect the ones they treasure, is not by fighting, is not simply by winning- but by surviving.
“Reap, Kazeshini,” Hisagi murmurs, the twin scythes materializing into his hands.
He grips the metal hard, a wave of fear washing over him just like every other time he releases his shikai. Like when he was attacked by that hollow as a child, like when those Huge hollow killed his classmates- but now he had a weapon, he had something to protect himself with.
That is his reason for making Kazeshini submit. Hisagi hates to admit it, but he needed that killing maniac of a zanpakutou…
To protect everyone.
xxx