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 Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 7:16 am
 A quiet, desolate place to have tumbled into. Those who had fallen into deep slumber may find themselves trapped upon entry after having found themselves inside their worst fears.
Once the person enters,they may not leave until they and everyone else defeat their nightmares, a.k.a. The one thing they would fear to face most—whether it be unbelievably terrifying, or some childish, pathetic dream.
Each person sent to the Nightmare Void will be urged to face the thing they fear most in their own portion of the gargantuan spiraling composition. Once the fear or challenge has been face and possibly defeated, the slumbering one will awaken back at the first level of the Nightmare Void. The exit will open up as soon as everyone wakes from their nightmare."I AdvIsE YOu PaTheTiC ShInIgaMI tO StaY On YoUr ToeS. If YoU FaiL tO CoNQuEr YoUr FeAR, YOu JusT MiGht BREAK."~The Mastermind (See D. Gray-Man episode 89 for a reference.)
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:38 am
How we react to duty defines all of us...   Yukumi was settled in the office of squad six, trying to arrange paperwork, though it seemed to be stacking up faster than she could keep up with. Perhaps the room was just a part of the realm, perhaps it appeared as a manifestation of her own fears starting to manifest. Either way, it was there, in the otherwise blank void of the nightmare realm. Likely the busy young woman hadn’t even realized the change, for the worst nightmares are the ones you never know are dreams after all.
Her own uncertain feelings seemed to have quickly built a small area of the sixth squadron, likely next to things that were impossible as others began to ‘wake’ to this world. Whatever blankness of the realm was likely not destined to last. Though the young woman didn’t even notice anything else that might be amiss. There was a distant scream, but certainly someone else would deal with that problem. She had paperwork to do...
Her glance up only seemed to have complicated her problem further, she had only looked away a short moment and it had just about doubled. How many people could possible want to be taking leave at the same time as all of the squadron started to fall apart? She was going to have to learn how to make various repairs or things would never work.
When she found the member that had de-faced the front of the office she would make certain they were transfered to one of the fourth squadron beds herself. She’d have to clean that if she ever managed to finish signing her name...the day had barely started yet she was certain it would be one of her longest. ...what best describes you?[/
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:44 am
"Regardless of who or what they are..."
Head of the Kuchiki Noble Family || Captain of Squad 6
A calm breeze nudged the lifeless figure on the ground. A single finger shifted, distilling some of the dry dust into the air. His eyes opened, and he let out a slight cough.
'Where am I?' He thought to himself as he sat up. Byakuya Kuchiki had now entered the Realm of his Dreams. He was in the room of his Manor, the Kuchiki Manor, and several of the windows had been left open, allowing dust to swirl in a dancing whirlwind of death.
Black locks swaying, he realized his hair was no longer pinned down. He touched his scalp, only to feel that his Kenseikan were no longer present. With a slightly annoyed sigh, he figured he had left them on his desk back at the office, which was unusual of him. A mirror on the wall beckoned his attention, and he submitted to it's whim. He peered into the glass, and his eyes widened. His haori was entirely soaked in blood, cut and gashed, yet he felt no pain. He fumbled with his robes for a moment, looking through to inspect any possible wounds... There were none to be found. Did this blood belong to someone else?
He looked outside one of the windows, to see the beautiful gardens that surrounded his home. Something about the scenery seemed so synthetic and perfect, that there was an unreal feel about it. He shook his head, wondering what exactly had happened. He did not recall any battles the previous day... as a matter of fact he didn't even remember waking up and changing into his uniform. Something seemed wrong.
He walked out of the room, venturing through the hallways of the manor as suddenly the pungent scent of burning flesh grew strong in the air. There was a beam of wood on the floor, causing Byakuya to trip. He pulled himself up, leaning on his elbows as he looked ahead. The entire Kuchiki manor was burning down. Flames engulfed the beautiful veils and curtains that draped around the windows. Smoke stained the ceiling with an ugly black color, fogging up the room now just as pieces of the wall began to collapse. Byakuya turned around, slowly inching back to where he had come from... It was now entirely consumed by flames. The fire licked and challenged the buttresses of the building, eating away at the foundation. The stench grew stronger, as all of his expensive goods began to burn with the flames.
'Senbonzakura!' Where was Senbonzakura? It was normally by his side. Byakuya immediately snapped into survival mode. With his outstretched hand, he began to summon a kidou spell. Immediately, the effects were nullified, and his hand went numb.
"I don't believe I understand..." Byakuya mumbled aloud, stepping away from a collapsing wall, revealing the tea room, also layered in the dangerous flames. A breeze swept through the room, pulling away his scarf from his neck. Byakuya's eyes widened as he watched the scarf drift away towards the ceiling. He reached out his hand, his fingertips barely touching the tip of the scarf as it touched the ceiling and caught on fire.
The very scarf that was the hierloom of the Kuchiki family was being burned away by flames. Never had Byakuya felt such a loss aside from the death of his own wife. The remnants of his pride were gone. His haori was stained with blood, his scarf now reduced to ashes, and his kenseikan gone. His only home that had existed for centuries was now being burned down as he stood there, and Senbonzakura ceased to answer to him. Nothing could be done. Byakuya was powerless. Quickly, he rushed down the hallway. He had to stay alive for Rukia, for the Sixth Division. He may have been deprived of his pride, but his duty still remained, and he wouldn't go down so easily.
He kicked his feet, moving at a faster speed. He was listening, eyes sharpened, ready to find anywhere to escape...
"HEEEELLLPPPPPPP MMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
A shrill scream pierced the roar of the flames. It was the voice of a woman, frail and sick, being burned alive by the flames.
"HEEEELLLPPPPPPP MMMMEEEEE BYAKUYA!!!!!
"H-HISANA?!" Byakuya called, his heart beating with heavier beats. The roar of the flames were so loud, the scent was so disorienting that he could not tell where she was. She sounded as if she were in excruciating pain. Her voice cracked with an agony that tore Byakuya's heart apart.
"IT HURTS SO MUCH!!! PLLEEAASEEE BYAKUYA!"
Her voice seemed to increase in volume, her shouts growing more and more pained with each minute. Byakuya ran farther and farther, listening to the sounds of his beloved wife dying, and he couldn't find her. Her voice seemed more desperate barely clinging to life. He was listening to her being burned alive. He threw open doors, pulling apart the screens of the walls that made somewhat of a maze before him. He wouldn't be able to reach her. The flames grew in size, increasing in length and radius. The heat within the house was intense, and Byakuya could barely feel himself breathing. "I'M COMING HISANA!" He shouted, his voice still deep, but with a certain passion that was barely ever present when he spoke. With all of this loss, he was then going to lose Hisana as well? He began to grow more frantic, his clothes now covered in charrred remnants, cooking the blood stains on his haori.
"I can't find her..." He panted, his heart beginning to give way. "I'm not going to find her in time!" He could feel his emotions swirling in complete chaos, clashing and crashing as his eyes trembled within their sockets. He turned the corner of another hallway, looking at a final room that stood at the far end of the hallway. He ran, hearing her screams grow louder. Her blood curdling cries ripped away his sanity with each screech. He couldn't bear to hear this any longer, he would save her. Just as he threw open the door, he could see Hisana wedged between a massive pile of burning beams. Her body was charred, but her face was still normal, yet bleeding and tear-stained. Her eyes looked at Byakuya one last time, just as she reached out her hands... and the room collapsed upon her. Byakuya felt a shock, going completely blank... He was seconds away from saving Hisana... His love, his life, the woman he'd give anything up for... yet she died in such a painful way...
... And there was nothing he could've done about it.
He slowly fell to his knees, conjuring the tears he could never find within himself before. His voice grew shaky as his trembling hands clutched the fine carpet on the ground. The flames grew stronger with his rage and pain, as he looked up to the dark sky through the torn ceiling. He could feel himself going insane, losing control of himself. The love of his life died before his eyes, in such a painful manner...
He was always used to being so controlling, capable of handling a situation with ease... But he had failed this mission....
He had failed at saving the love of his life...
"HISSAAANNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
His voice echoed throughout the realm... He collapsed to the ground, the house now reduced to the ashes, yet not a single flame had bothered to consume him... to deprive him of this pain. He had to live with this guilt.... He remained on his knees, hair clenched in his hands as he looked down at where Hisana once lay.
"... Anyone who disturbs Soul Society will be cut down."
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:06 pm
So take this night, wrap it around me like a sheet.  People kept making noise! At first it was little things, small disturbances from others she knew in the squadron. Then the screaming stared, such a wailing that it gnawing away at her consciousness, trying to tell her that something was terribly amiss in the world. At the same time, they were muted somehow, secondary, unimportant next to her need to finish her impossible task of growing responsibilities. Each pause she made, the work grew, it seemed to double, and she was left after several useless minutes of staring at a form she couldn’t manage to read uncertainly with piles of paperwork around her. Far more than she would catch up with unless she had a few years to just peruse them.
“Why can’t I read?” She thought with the first edges of panic easing into her anger, then it was there, an official seeming letter that gripped her heart.
With a wavering hand she reached and picked up the letter, the parchment so cold it might as well as been in a freezer. Most people would draw back, but it was her name written on the top in an elegant script she’d come to be very familiar with. She was certain it was the hand of her Captain. She started to dismiss it, anyone could have a elegant hand after all, there were lots of people that signed letters. When she turned it over however, the seal on the back was unmistakable. She had to pause and force her hand to still before she could slowly tug open the envelope, each wrinkle as she tugged open the glued fold was a blow to her resolve and by the time it was open and she’d pulled out the innocent folded piece of paper she was shivering lightly again.
It was painfully slow the way she opened it, she likely should have just ripped it free of it’s confines in an instant. The pain never lasted as long if you just rip the bandage off instead of pick at it over a long period of time. It was finally open though, and her shaking paused when she read the first line. She didn’t bother reading on, she knew how the notice went. She’d signed a few herself in her years with the squadrons. Yukumi was being dismissed from service for her lack of ability to keep up with the problems at the squad. She laughed just once, but it was a bitter laugh as her clear eyes looked at the paper. “Just a fragile sheet of paper.”
Yet it had the power to rework her entire life...
The paperwork was piled now around the room, the office wall was completely broken open near the door. She wasn’t certain when that happened but all her brain could muster was the smallest flicker of irritation, which was neatly smothered as she held the letter up against her chest and grit her teeth. She refused to cry, she couldn’t. She had to be strong, for the sake of everyone else, her family needed the money she made here at the courts. It was the only reason she’d signed up, certainly other reasons for her to stay happened over time, but her family was paramount.
“A job...” She muttered then. “I have to find a job...”
Otherwise she would have to tell them. Have to tell her family she failed, that the steadily failing business would be closed, that her family would be separated, that she’d never be able to...
((Continued Here)) I know I'm not forgiven, but I hope that I'll be given some peace.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:03 am
So take this night, wrap it around me like a sheet.
((Resumed From Here))
Through a window of the very building she’d thought to avoid her family coming up around her to check on her at the unexpected means of arrival. Her wounds meant little to her though, her heart sank at the concern they showed her.
“I...” Her voice cracked as she wavered, like any dream the moments before were a jumble and instead she was trapped in this moment even if she'd of perfered to share Hisana's. “I lost my position at the squads...I’ll have to get another job. We can do this, you don’t have to leave...the business is still...”
“Failing. We needed you Yukumi.” Her father’s voice was calm but sad when it interrupted her protests. It didn’t blame her, but it didn’t need to, she did enough of that herself.
Yukumi faced them, but even that bravado only lasted a moment before her eyes fell. Then a few words from the young voice of her brother cut her more deeply than any blade could have. Twisted as they were with the first hint of hate she’d ever heard in the boys voice, and it was pointed at her.
“How could you? I hate you...”
Yukumi found herself watching the ground as they moved around her to leave, heading away from her even while she was standing there, not able to form the word 'goodbye' with the lump in her throat. Though as her phase started to pass she was left silently sitting in the nightmarish field, curled up and numb enough that she at least wasn't concerned with crying. She'd done enough of that quietly as they left that she didn't have the tears left to shed.
Feeling sorry for herself done she wandered toward the burned out building, obviously she didnt make much of a warriror. But she was a healer, and could do some aid there. She was picking glass from her side and healing herself as she went while she walked. I know I'm not forgiven, but I hope that I'll be given some peace.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:13 am
Just let me kill you once...
Aruya KenpachiCaptain of Squad ElevenAruya came to consciousness in utter darkness, she muttered a curse and started to reach over to where she had hoped her bedside table would be when she hit a panel of wood and felt dust falling on top of her. The dark haired woman started pushing outward carefully yet with a growing displeasure for the small coffin shaped confines of her box. ”If this is my Lieutenant behind this little trick I‘m going to boil him...” She muttered, angling her body as best she could in the confined space to kick out the boards at her feet, though that only got the feeling of damp dirt and the pressure that came with it around her feet. She could feel writhing through her socks and felt the slimly trail of a worm or some critter as it started it‘s way up her leg. ”Cut that, we‘ll need a new one, he‘ll be spending so much time in fourth squadron he might as well join.”“Someone get me the hell out of here!” She could bellow if nothing else. She was mostly annoyed more than afraid at first, until her complaining failed to produce anyone to remedy her uncomfortable situation and screaming seemed a fine way to use up air in the confined space. There wasn’t much nervousness involved in her situation. Though in general there was little Aruya feared so much as, like right now, got annoyed at. Waiting seemed pointless so she instead did her best to bend and give herself what little leverage she could manage for when the digging would start. It was exceptionally difficult to move the dirt once she broke a hole in the center of the box they’d put her in. The weight started to break it in and on all sides and then it was just a literal landslide as the dirt above her seemed to want nothing more than to surround her. It left her very little digging room. Not helped by the fact she couldn’t see anything, and the gross feeling of worms, or whatever it was, crushing in her hands and around her body as she tried to force herself further up through the landmass. “Keh.” The voice even though it was muffled and hard to make out, gave her a moment of pause, the gruff unconcerned tone chilled her despite the sweat that had broken on her brow. “That all you can do? Some daughter of mine, ain’t even worth my time waiting. I’ll be back later to see if you make it out of the grave or not.”Aruya grit her teeth then, her eyes narrowing. That only made her push forward more, whoever was screwing with her, was in for a holiday when she got the hell out of there. Though it was hours before she managed to feel air, she could hear screams from outside, though as she climbed out of the ground caked in dirt and slime she just shook herself off as best she could sending chunks of it flying everywhere as she dug herself out of the ground, looking around at the rest of the scene with a raised brow. ...I'm oh so bored to death.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 10:17 am
((Hey Sombre? I appreciate that you're getting involved and all, but the whole coffins, zombies and Byakuya thing are all a bit of a personal scenario. ><; Sorry, but could you possibly redo the post? Like I said, personal thing with Hisana's past.
And sorry if any of your last two posts as Yukumi were cut off. Twi told me to move Hisana's nightmare to another forum cuz Raine gave her/me permission to do so. So I moved any parts dealing with the situation. Sorry if it happened on such short notice, but the whole dreams overlapping thing would've gotten confusing. ><))
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:27 pm
Rei Seshiro Captain of seventh division Kurohime Shingotsu The shadow of the wind   Die... die... get back here! Oh god... he's having ANOTHER nightmare... Groggily, a spirit stirred in a world both foreign and all too familiar. It was a world of death and decay. Buildings were burning, people were screaming... and at a glance, he was holding a sword. And then he came more in to the situation he had been put in to. It was a nightmare he'd been in a thousand times before. The worst part of it was... it was a scene from his own life.
Bringing himself to focus, Rei looked around and saw the scene as it was every single time. Dead bodies all around him, blood on his hands and soaking his sword... and blood all over his Shinigami uniform. With a small lick of his lips, Rei could taste blood on his lips, and by extension, he knew his face was covered in it. Shingotsu was present in his mind, and she was crying, repulsed by the atrocities her owner was committing. Rei had always tried to console her in that moment, but he had never once been able to raise his voice to speak to her. Even after he roused from the dream... and after the event itself had long since passed, Rei had apologized to her on numerous occasions, and each time she had told him not to worry about it.
Yet inside his dream, Rei was moving, running forward and killing more and more. He was on a mission: to kill every Quincy he found. And like a fell wind, he did so effortlessly. Even finding them was easy, as when you kill one, others come out to avenge the first. So on and so forth until they all revealed themselves. Rei knew what he was doing to be wrong in every way... but he had been given an order, and he would fulfill that order to the best of his capabilities. Blood flowed on to the ground like a river, and the ground was damp with it. Until now, all he had killed were able bodied fighters... but it all changed when he wasn't being shot at anymore. He looked around and felt around with his reiatsu... but there were no arrows being fired. And so he began going house to house, searching for Quincies. After an hour of searching, he had come to the last house... everywhere else was empty.
When he opened the door, he found a room filled with women, children, infants, those too old to fight... all of the innocents that posed no threat. He looked at them, and they stared back in terror at the demon who had destroyed their village and killed their loved ones. Then Rei realized that he was nothing more than a Villain who had stolen their Fathers, Brothers, Sons, Daughters, Sisters, Mothers... he had taken everyone from everyone in this room. With a look of deep remorse, Rei turned around and closed the door, leaving the people in the room alive. Without a word, the man sealed his sword all the way back to his sealed state and leaned against the door, taking a moment to breath. Suddenly, the building behind him exploded, throwing him a small distance away...
After a moment to collect himself, Rei realized what had happened: One of the other Shinigami sent to the same mission as himself had realized that there were people inside, and took it on himself to finish the job Rei could not. Rushing back to the building, the man found only rubble and bodies. He searched frantically for any survivors... and he found one: a Pregnant woman stuck under a beam. There was a shard of wood sticking into her back, and she was bleeding profusely. Apparently the shard had hit an artery... it was obvious she was in pain and not long for this world. She pleaded for life, but Rei could do nothing for her. Drawing his sword, he ended the woman's life in one fell swing. Lifting the beam from her legs, he turned her over and examined her to make sure she was dead. Then he heard a tiny cry... a little scream... He looked and saw the baby had been born just before the woman died. Slowly, he picked it up and cut it's chord, holding it to his chest gently. He picked up a piece of cloth and wrapped the child in it, slowly making his way from the rubble. Once he got about 20 feet from the rubble, he encountered other Shinigami who were there with him. Apparently they were all waiting on him. And when they saw what he was holding, all of them drew back in shock. One by one they all tried to make him dispose of the child... but none of them could convince him...
It seemed he was going to take the child to safety... the lone Quincy Survivor that would never know of it's past... but his superior had his mind set that ALL the Quincy here would die, and with a single sword thrust through Rei's back and into the child, he ended the Quincy that lived in this place... Rei fell to the ground and watched helplessly as the child died... and as he did...
The Nightmare faded to something else...
Rei was running, chasing after someone... He had already cut them a little, because there was blood on his sword. And as he looked loser and closer at who he was chasing, he could see it was Momo. He was chasing her down and trying to kill her. He had cut her cheek a little... but it was just a scratch. All that Rei could feel was the desire to kill the woman in front of him... the one who was running from him... but he managed to say one thing before being lost to the blood lust inside himself, "Mo... mo... RUN!" And with that, he set off at an even greater pace to catch her. His eyes glazed over with a glassy stare, and he simply existed to kill. Die! Die die die!!! I'll rip your throat out! Rei... Rei wake up!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:16 pm
Just let me kill you once...
Aruya KenpachiCaptain of Squad Eleven “That certainly is something. I didn’t even drink last night…” Aruya muttered as she continued to dust off, looking around at the nightmare realm. She could make out small scenes here and there, but they were distant and clouded. A thin mist veiled her from most specific details.
The graveyard had retreated and a moment later she watched the captain of squad seven run past, looking as if he’d found whoever was responsible for this. She started to speak up but he was so quick to vanish back into the wall of smog she just shrugged and looked back down at her own dirt caked body. The sound of running water instead drew her attention and she followed it to a stream.
It would have seemed almost normal, if she wasn’t getting filtered screams and cries from all over. People certainly did whine a lot. She finished cleaning her face and then both of her brows rose as she realized her skin was pale in the reflection of the water. A far cry from her usual mocha tone, her dreadlocks had been replaced by tendrils of black shadow, no longer making the slight noise as her beads weren’t there. Her soul reaper uniform was instead a deep cloak of black and her washed hands might as well have been dipped in paint for as white as they were.
Then Aruya let out a single bitter bark of a laugh, leaning her head back. “Ha. Well isn’t that just unexpected.”
She could see it even if others wouldn’t recognize it, for whatever reason her Bankai was somewhere in the midst of activation even while her blade was still at her side. The usual malevolence that accompanied the presence of her release was even more maliciously oppressive than usual, her ability to hold her spiritual pressure in check was eroding with the change. The ground around her had cracked slightly and parts of the grass were shifting to an ashen gray.
She laughed again then, her voice coarser, with a grit that wasn’t a normal part of it. Perhaps she just had her own way of reacting to fear, it was hard to tell with the aggressive captain of eleventh squadron. “Well, might as well get this over with. Come on pop, maybe we’ll have a bit of fun before I kill you a second time.”
Turning to face the large spiky haired ex-captain her hand closed around the hilt of her Ousatsu, the long scythe settling into her grasp easily. The malice of her aura palpable; it tainted the ground around her black the moment she grasped the weapon. A grin appearing as Kenpachi reached up to remove his eye patch, this promised to be invigorating.
The next moment was a series of strikes, parries, dodges, feints, and flickers as the pair began to dance, creating their own field of battle. As the battle moved either side landed hints but every extra wound Aruya suffered found it revisited on her opponent. The flesh curling apart like a cloth that finally burst at the seams; opening itself to copy each wound that marred Aruya’s flesh. It was just as well the scene wasn’t taking place in the court, there wouldn’t have been much that survived the onslaught of the pair’s violent reiatsu.
Still, she found herself evenly matched, she was winning by the addiction of her Bankai’s ability. The dozens of cuts across her arms, legs, and chest were mostly thin but she’d taken a deeper strike to her midsection that was bleeding down along her left leg heavily enough to make her favor her right. The pain should have been incredibly worse than it was, yet she felt cold, detached from the world. The change was happening more quickly than she would have preferred.
“Not bad, come on, don’t stop now. No running away, come on!” Kenpachi’s voice drew her up from where she’d been considering her nearly skeletal hand. “I would have beat you if you weren’t my daughter, I let you win all those years ago.”
There was a realization for the captain then in her lack of concern at her father’s words and she reached up to pull her hood over her head. She had little reason to fight the inevitable after all, and it seemed she had ceased to be able to control it.
“Oh father, what makes you think that I ever feared for myself?” Her voice was mocking, fading lightly toward the end of her statement, her eyes becoming pinpoints of red light within the obscured dusk of her hood. Aruya’s body had been seized by the caustic spirit of her blade. ...I'm oh so bored to death.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 5:56 pm
I asked myself was I content
With the world that I once cherished
Did it bring me to this darkened place?
The building was eerily empty, there were mostly the still smoking remains of the structure itself, and though they were only charcoal frames some of the rooms and buildings were standing. A rain of ash was around the place from the recently finished burn. The lack of any people or much noise was something that would have been unnerving for most, her search for survivors had thus far not even provided a body. It was a silent reminder that her actions had been the cause of her isolation.
Passing one corner her mind finally made the leap that she was within the Kuchiki estate. Captain Kuchiki bent on the ground some feet ahead of her on a small patch of land that seemed only now to be gaining a layer of ash, as if it had been untouched by the inferno that had ravaged the rest of the large home.
The forlorn body language alien coming from the man it was, more surprising was the echo of it she felt, if she hadn’t already shed all her tears she might have started again. As it was she swallowed a lump in her throat before she could manage to summon any words.
“Captain Kuchiki...” Though after the title and name her words drifted off, she wasn’t certain what to actually say or ask. He was the only person she’d seen, and she had a sinking feeling she’d already found the only survivor she was going to in this hellscape. Instead of asking if he was all right, as that obviously wasn't the case; she moved forward and bent down to check for herself if he was physically injured.
Even if it was only a small burn or scrape from his frantic search in the building, Yukumi began to heal it, it was not much but it seemed the only thing she could do. To contemplate my perfect future?
I will not stand nor utter words against this tide of hate
Losing sight of what and who I was again.
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