[Bleach] hatred is holy [Komamura, Tousen]
Title: hatred is holy
Author: Bri
Characters/Pairings: Komamura, Tousen
Rating: K+
Word Count: 298
Notes: Requested by PrisonBrokeHost. From the August 29, 2005 prompt for 31_days .
Summary: Corruption was sinking into a darker power; corruption was abandoning your purest ideals.
Komamura was good; Tousen was just.
He served Yamamoto-soutaichou, the man who had given him purpose in a world that judged at first glance. His reasons had been selfish, at least at first.
He would uphold her beliefs; he would seek what she sought. For a while he entertained the notion that maintaining peace would be enough. It wasn't.
Komamura was sighted; Tousen was blind.
He realized how grossly he had misjudged his oldest friend, his motivations and intentions. He had naively thought he could make Tousen see.
His beady eyes opened; he laughed wildly at everything he was seeing for the first time, everything he wanted to destroy. The world was hideously ugly.
Komamura was a beast; Tousen was a man.
He felt so strongly all the grief, confusion, and bitterness that accompanied a loss. He wanted to understand; he tried. He returned to her grave many times with nothing to say.
He wanted revenge; he burned for it. They had killed her, she who was nothing if not kind and good, and they didn't care. He sold his soul for a chance at retribution.
Komamura forgave; Tousen avenged.
He was a true friend to this man who had none. He said he would forgive his mistakes but the betrayal stung more the second time. And because their views were irreconcilable, that compassion still meant Tousen's death.
Hisagi had plunged the sword into his skull; his throat was still torn. He wanted to apologize for everything. He wanted to memorize his face while he could still see. Both of them had fought so hard for him, and for this world.
Komamura loves; Tousen loved.
An explosion of blood, Komamura turns to look at Aizen and roars.
Tousen's eyes pass seamlessly back into darkness, and it is familiar.
Author: Bri
Characters/Pairings: Komamura, Tousen
Rating: K+
Word Count: 298
Notes: Requested by PrisonBrokeHost. From the August 29, 2005 prompt for 31_days .
Summary: Corruption was sinking into a darker power; corruption was abandoning your purest ideals.
Komamura was good; Tousen was just.
He served Yamamoto-soutaichou, the man who had given him purpose in a world that judged at first glance. His reasons had been selfish, at least at first.
He would uphold her beliefs; he would seek what she sought. For a while he entertained the notion that maintaining peace would be enough. It wasn't.
Komamura was sighted; Tousen was blind.
He realized how grossly he had misjudged his oldest friend, his motivations and intentions. He had naively thought he could make Tousen see.
His beady eyes opened; he laughed wildly at everything he was seeing for the first time, everything he wanted to destroy. The world was hideously ugly.
Komamura was a beast; Tousen was a man.
He felt so strongly all the grief, confusion, and bitterness that accompanied a loss. He wanted to understand; he tried. He returned to her grave many times with nothing to say.
He wanted revenge; he burned for it. They had killed her, she who was nothing if not kind and good, and they didn't care. He sold his soul for a chance at retribution.
Komamura forgave; Tousen avenged.
He was a true friend to this man who had none. He said he would forgive his mistakes but the betrayal stung more the second time. And because their views were irreconcilable, that compassion still meant Tousen's death.
Hisagi had plunged the sword into his skull; his throat was still torn. He wanted to apologize for everything. He wanted to memorize his face while he could still see. Both of them had fought so hard for him, and for this world.
Komamura loves; Tousen loved.
An explosion of blood, Komamura turns to look at Aizen and roars.
Tousen's eyes pass seamlessly back into darkness, and it is familiar.