Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
Who: Kuchiki Byakuya (ofnoblemind), Kurosaki Ichigo (savior_n_black), and Shirosaki (holeheart)
What: Byakuya has been chosen by a friendly neighborhood Wraith for fun times. Lack of proper nourishment, sleep, and building insecurities make Byakuya unstable and (even more) dangerous. The Berry Boys need to put him out of his misery.
Where: Somewhere in the city.
When: September 21st, during day 3 of the Friend Reminder event.
Warnings: Violence, frightening imagery, and probable language. Rated (tentatively) PG-13 for your convenience.
Byakuya couldn't trust anything. He couldn't go seek refuge at his home, the entire Manor having been taken over by a multitude of these creatures. He couldn't go to the Clinic and put the others there in danger. As a Shinigami and a captain, he was incredibly dangerous and he knew it. He just simply had to be out of the way until everything righted itself. If he stayed away, then no one would be hurt by him.
And yet, at the same time, he couldn't just sit by and do nothing, especially with the thoughts swirling unbidden in his head. So many thoughts, so many accusations. Fear. Guilt. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw memories, faces, death. Deaths that he had caused, deaths that he had witnessed, deaths that had changed his life. Nameless creatures here had been cut down by his blade, as well as countless Hollows. And then his own father had left him, never to return home, never to smile at him. That memory was all too strong in his mind, ever since the giant spider had bitten him the night before (or so he guessed, time was so hard to tell in constant darkness) and shown him a vision of the man who was never there to watch him grow up.
Byakuya leaned against a wall as he traveled somewhere, anywhere, and tried to calm his breathing. The face that haunted him the most was hers. A plain, sad face looking at him with large eyes that almost seemed to plead with him. And he heard her voice, so soft in his mind, but so clear, as she accused, "You let me die."
"You didn't save me."
"You couldn't carry out my wishes."
"You tried to kill our sister."
"You're weak."
Pushing himself from the wall with a short cry of frustration (or was it a grudging acceptance?), Byakuya drew his zanpakutou and swung out blindly. He had to be better than this. He had to prove that he wasn't everything his past was telling him. Hell, even if he were weak and would go down, he'd make sure to take something down with him. One last hurrah, as it were. He was a Kuchiki, right? And even if he were a disappointment and a failure, he could do this one thing correctly.
But just...let the voices stop. Let them stop...
What: Byakuya has been chosen by a friendly neighborhood Wraith for fun times. Lack of proper nourishment, sleep, and building insecurities make Byakuya unstable and (even more) dangerous. The Berry Boys need to put him out of his misery.
Where: Somewhere in the city.
When: September 21st, during day 3 of the Friend Reminder event.
Warnings: Violence, frightening imagery, and probable language. Rated (tentatively) PG-13 for your convenience.
Byakuya couldn't trust anything. He couldn't go seek refuge at his home, the entire Manor having been taken over by a multitude of these creatures. He couldn't go to the Clinic and put the others there in danger. As a Shinigami and a captain, he was incredibly dangerous and he knew it. He just simply had to be out of the way until everything righted itself. If he stayed away, then no one would be hurt by him.
And yet, at the same time, he couldn't just sit by and do nothing, especially with the thoughts swirling unbidden in his head. So many thoughts, so many accusations. Fear. Guilt. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw memories, faces, death. Deaths that he had caused, deaths that he had witnessed, deaths that had changed his life. Nameless creatures here had been cut down by his blade, as well as countless Hollows. And then his own father had left him, never to return home, never to smile at him. That memory was all too strong in his mind, ever since the giant spider had bitten him the night before (or so he guessed, time was so hard to tell in constant darkness) and shown him a vision of the man who was never there to watch him grow up.
Byakuya leaned against a wall as he traveled somewhere, anywhere, and tried to calm his breathing. The face that haunted him the most was hers. A plain, sad face looking at him with large eyes that almost seemed to plead with him. And he heard her voice, so soft in his mind, but so clear, as she accused, "You let me die."
"You didn't save me."
"You couldn't carry out my wishes."
"You tried to kill our sister."
"You're weak."
Pushing himself from the wall with a short cry of frustration (or was it a grudging acceptance?), Byakuya drew his zanpakutou and swung out blindly. He had to be better than this. He had to prove that he wasn't everything his past was telling him. Hell, even if he were weak and would go down, he'd make sure to take something down with him. One last hurrah, as it were. He was a Kuchiki, right? And even if he were a disappointment and a failure, he could do this one thing correctly.
But just...let the voices stop. Let them stop...