Kelcia
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- Posted: Wed, 15 Dec 2010 02:00:08 +0000
❝ Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?❞
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me❞
Well, sentence me to another life ❞
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- ---❥---The last two nights had been absolute hell for Chiyo, never mind the last three days. The daytime she could handle as she had taken up the role as the new leader for the Vizard as well as acting as the ambassador between the Vizard and Shinigami. The former Espada she still wasn't too sure about, but she had allowed herself to accept them as allies, even if just for a brief period of time. Now what could have possibly caused Chiyo to become so accepting, calm, and level-headed to not only be working with Shinigami, but the former Espada as well? Ever since Shinji's betrayal, Chiyo's personality had taken a complete one-eighty. She was hollow, sad, and never really spoke a word unless it was needed. If she wasn't locked away in her room she was either training herself into absolute exhaustion in the training facility under the warehouse or attending meetings in the Urahara Shop to try and figure out a plan to stop Serafina with the Shinigami. Even her eyes, which had been a brilliant sky blue only days ago, had turned into a dull shade of blue, almost appearing gray.
---❥---The night however, proved to be more difficult for Chiyo to handle. During the day she would occupy herself with the aforementioned things, but she wasn't able to do the majority of those things at night, leaving her to her own devices. The last two nights found Chiyo locked away in her room, literally, just laying on her bed and staring at a wall. She felt pathetic, but no matter how hard she tried shaking those feelings off during the day, they always returned at night. As hard headed and brash as Chiyo tended to be, she was a very intellectual individual and made a hobby out of analyzing things while by her lonesome. The last three days she found she regretted taking up such rituals. Every time she closed her eyes she would see that last image she had of Shinji, his mouth open and trying to speak, but his words lost with the light of her kido before he was thrown back into the garganta. Because of that, the Vizard had a difficult time sleeping and would instead turn to crying herself to sleep, as the excessive crying made her eyes tired and swollen, making sleeping a bit easier. The downside was that she would wake up still having slightly puffy eyes, but she didn't care anymore.
---❥---Having once been a woman who was all about her image, it would come as a bit of a shocker for anyone who knew her even a little to know that she didn't care that the others knew she was crying as long as they didn't see her crying. The only time she ever cared was when someone would continuously ask her why she cried, as it struck a very sore nerve. Even more surprising was the fact she hadn't snapped at anyone or shown any anger at all since she had yelled at Mashiro on Friday, something she had since apologized for – another surprising fact. Still, could anyone complain though? She had taken up the role as the new leader for the Vizard and was actually trying to get along with the Shinigami and Arrancar, thus making her the ambassador for the Vizard as well, and she was doing a decent job to say in the least. Some could say the reason she was trying so hard was so she could distract herself with work, and other would say she was doing it all out of a “glimmer of hope that Shinji is still a good guy”, and by bringing down Serafina, Shinji's innocence would be proven. Neither of those choices would be correct, however. Chiyo didn't care at this point anymore if Shinji was really innocent or not; what she cared about was proving herself, as apathetic as she was acting lately. Shinji had left her in charge, and she would do the best job she could taking care of the others as that duty was the only thing Shinji had left her behind for her before leaving. Whether he had been kidding or not, Chiyo didn't care, she took her new job seriously and would until the day she died.
---❥---Letting out a quiet sigh, Chiyo rolled over so she was laying on her back. She was in her room again, her door locked as it had been for the last three days. Her dull gray eyes stared at her purple ceiling blankly, her face completely void of any emotion apart from a small glimmer of despair in her eyes. There was no meeting today that she was aware of, leaving her nothing to do but to train or lay in bed, and after the brutal work out she did yesterday, her body felt like it was made of stone today which ruled out the option of her training any time soon. However, just as she made the decision to lay in bed all day, a very familiar form materialized on the bed beside her, piercing yellow eyes boring into Chiyo's dull ones. “Chiyo.” the soft-spoken spirit said rather sharply. The Vizard let out a groan and rolled over on her side so she was facing away from the purple-haired demon. “Not now, Akumukiri.” Chiyo grumbled, her voice slightly hoarse from her recent lack of speech. “If not now, then when? When will you stand back on your own two feet and get yourself together?” When? When? Well... she didn't know...
---❥---Chiyo wasn't used to people telling her to stand up and get herself together; she was the type of person who always had herself together and always stood up for herself, but now... Now she was lost, and though she had others for guidance, she was still too stubborn and proud to ask for their help. She knew Jace would be there for her in the drop of a hat, but she didn't want his type of comforting. He would just tell her that everything was going to be alright and that she needed to take her time. Well taking her time was something Chiyo didn't need or want – she needed someone to rough her back into shape, to be blunt and harsh on her until she was back to her old ways. Chiyo didn't need someone to baby her, she needed the opposite. That was just one of the many reasons she loved Shinji so much; no matter the circumstance he was blunt and honest, never did he baby any one. She knew Jace had good intentions, but his type of comforting wasn't effective on her, as sad as it was to say. So again: when would she pull herself back together and stand on her own two feet? “I don't know.” Chiyo answered simply. Most people would have had an epiphany and had a heroic recovery. Chiyo? She felt no different.
---❥---Apparently the zanpakuto spirit was not happy as she suddenly reappeared mere inches from Chiyo's face, her startling eyes starting critically into Chiyo's own, a frown on her purple lips. “I know you better than any one in this world, Chiyo, and I know this is not you.” Akumukiri said bluntly. “The you I know would have taken the blow and stood back up, still ready to fight. But look at you! You're beaten down and without a hope in the world. You're defeated Chiyo; defeated and pathetic.” The Vizard stared blankly into the yellow eyes of her zanpakuto, the only signal she had even heard her words being the slight shine that glossed her eyes; a sign she was holding back tears. “I am fighting.” Chiyo responded in a matter-of-fact tone. “I'm leading the Vizard and acting as ambassador. I'm working my a** off to keep myself together so I can make the lives of my friends a bit easier, so don't tell me I'm not trying. Don't you dare even hint at saying I'm not trying.” The zanpakuto seemed a bit pleased with the response as she pulled back, a small, gentle smile on her lips. “There you are.” Akumukiri said softly. “Even if it wasn't all of you, seeing a glimpse of the real you again is a relief. At any rate, my job here is done, so I'll be off now.” And with that, the spirit vanished, leaving Chiyo all by her lonesome once again.
---❥---Chiyo let out a small growl, rolling onto her back once more to stare at her ceiling. “b***h.” Chiyo grumbled. Akumukiri always knew just the right buttons to push with her, but that was only natural, right? Akumukiri, in a sense, was her after all. What wasn't natural was what someone would have heard if they had listened in to the conversation, as Chiyo's voice would have been the only one audible. Realizing that she had had a verbal conversation with her zanpakuto, Chiyo internally rolled her eyes as another soft sigh escaped her lips, waiting for the day to be over with so she could be one step closer to being over this pain.
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❝ Got a problem with me? Good, let me consult my magic mask and find a way to kick your a**. ❞
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❝ Got a problem with me? Good, let me consult my magic mask and find a way to kick your a**. ❞
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