Post by Kenshou Ine on Mar 1, 2014 23:53:38 GMT -5
Kenshou was going to find the traitor, one of the few he had thought he could trust and she betrayed that trust. He had seen fit to trust her with information that could have been used to stop Tova Diabló once and for all and she had thrown it away, in a fit of stupidity he could only assume. The damn women thinking she could finish him off herself. Whatever had happened Kenshou had not been able to find any trace of Miki Sakamoto. He would only have to repay her kindness in kind, the woman would pay for what she had done and he had finally heard an interesting tidbit from a passing patrol. They had run into an arrancar who had taunted them saying that he had seen their pink haired friend back in the castles of Los Nochas.
Ine had later sent someone to have those men kept quiet. They would not be killed, but simply told to never speak of that patrol again. They would be given a story and they would stick to it or else they would find themselves in the Maggots Nest at the least. Kenshou had quickly walked back to his office and picked up a few key things. He his Haori, the Haori of the Captain Commander. He quickly left his office and moved towards the Senkaimon where he motioned for the guards to open the gate for him. His destination was Karakura town, from there had would be able to freely move between the mortal world and Heuco Mundo. Stepping through the gate he found himself on the outskirts of what was a mostly ruined town. There were still some buildings but for the most part it looked as if a terrible war had been fought here and that much was true.
With a few quick steps Kenshou found himself at the ruins of the Ice Cream Shop, luckily the most important part of the shop had been deep underground and after moving some of the rubble he found what he was looking for, hole in the ground. Climbing into it he covered it back up as he moved further down. Letting go of the framework he fell down, deep underground in the pitch black. He soon felt the ground beneath his feet as landed, lightly like a cat, one of the few benefits of being a spirit in the mortal world. Opening the doors he was in a room, furnished nicely and having avoided any damage. He could barely make out the door in the dim emergency lights, their batteries almost dead. Crossing the room he let his hand brush the pool table where him and Hikari had talked so long ago.
Opening the door let a flood of light into the room past him, his shadow cast on the wall behind him. A whole world was contained in that single door. A world that he had once used to train and to ensure he could release his inner hollow without worry of hurting another. Walking in he shut the door behind him and simply stretched out his arm and swished his wrist across his chest. A thin black line being traced in the air, suddenly ripping open from nothing a black maw opened. The garganta was his way into Heuco Mundo, where he would find the traitor and he would make her pay. Kenshou held no fear, even if he was walking into the home of the monster Tova Diabló. No it did not matter, he had something more important to take care of.
Stepping through he walked until he reached the other side where he was on the outside of Los Nochas almost immediately he saw an Arrancar who was walking by. “You there…..” Kenshou slowly walked up to the Arrancar and reached out and grabbed his arm and squeezed until he heard a cracking sound. He then threw the Arrancar away from him. “Now that I have your attention, go find Miki Sakamoto. She’s the Shinigami living in Los Nochas, tell her to come to me in the next ten minutes or I will rip that castle apart and kill every last thing in my path until I find her. Do you understand?”
Kenshou stood there as he watched the Arrancar run, his now broken arm cradled as he went off. Kenshou stood there waiting. So back here again, making more threats to kill ones supposed to be our allies. How interesting that after so long things never seem to really change. The voice was drawn out as if to entice him and he knew that while what she said was only partially true it was more of an annoyance. Lately he had rediscovered himself, pulled in the bits and pieces that had been locked away for so long. This time was different, this time he would do the job himself, he would not allow for some pathetic excuse for a soul to do it for him.
Those Arrancar were imperfect beings, a perversion of Hollows trying to be Shinigami. Kenshou knew the truth that the opposite, a Shinigami who had Hollow powers may seem perverse to some but the power it granted. Soon the time would come to show what exactly he was capable of, but first he would need to test out what he had learned was possible. Now seemed like the perfect time, no one would question how he killed Miki Sakamoto when he brought back her corpse.
Are we finally going to push the limit, are you going to accept our power? Is that the plan to use everything? You know how reckless that is, you can’t even control all of our power yet. There should be no drawback to what we offer you and yet you still haven’t learned how to handle it.” Hannelore was always the more rash of the two and yet her point was valid, his constant lie that he held no Bankai had led to him never training it, even he himself had never seen it. Yes they had surrendered that power to him, but it was possible that even they lied.
You know that was something he had chosen when he took the path through the forest, ignoring the door on the left and the right. It meant that he would not control it until he attained the absolute power of all three. There was no other option back then, he was forced into a choice and now you berate him for having no other option. Kenshou had to wonder if there had been another option, but to know your destiny and your own future, to see everything and never be surprised. Could one live that way, to always experience an eternal boredom? How could one live with knowing every intimate detail of the remainder of their days. Had he chosen that path would he be here now, had choosing this path changed anything except his knowing or had choosing this path changed what would have been. The question would burn his mind if he kept wondering, there was no way to know if choosing had changed anything. Would he have chosen differently if he had known the answer, or would he have simply done what was predetermined in the first place? Damn Shinpi and her endless riddles and paradoxes, she only ever added onto the questions he had and she never managed to answer them. The damn being in his soul that was there and was not, she was maddening and the few things she promised and never shared with him, the few things he desired most and she withheld them.
1,276 Words - 25 GP
1,276 Total Words - 25 GP