JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hakaiji Itōkagi on Feb 14, 2014 16:59:10 GMT -5
♞ That bit of me you knew Shadow - light - nothingness Itoukagi had never dealt well with authority. While he could obey them on the surface, he would always follow his own maneuvers. Had Touzan really expected the Seiryuu to remain in the mansion, a place which could likely be monitored? How foolish an assumption. Even more so, considered he was an ex-member of the Special Forces: an organization dedicated to secrecy by nature. The Flash Killer was too paranoid and too secretive to be in any space over which he had no control, for the secret of his strength had always been it being a secret. A story of hours told in the blink of an eye. Compressed time. Accelerated light. Not the Seiryuu clan would learn the details of his ultimate technique, and neither would Touzan's family. After he'd made sure that he hadn't been followed, Itoukagi had ended up in the Eastern Lands. While he'd been headed westward first, he'd eventually changed his directions. For someone of his speed, physical distances were almost meaningless. His imprisonment.. He could still feel it in his bones. Along the way, however, he had found another bit of food to consume. Poor souls with the potential to become Shinigami. Well, they had been. Nothing was left of them. Other than waste. Another promise he'd not kept -- Touzan's words were ringing in his ears: "Do not kill anybody." Well. Too late for that. Walking his own mind, similar to how he was walking the expanse of this rock-covered area, Itou kept on thinking: What have they done to you? Musing about his Zanpakutou, of course, he could not even feel its presence. Such a crime, to seal the most beautiful way of ending lives that had ever existed. For nothing about death is beautiful, only the speed at which it is delivered becomes mercy. To kill, before the victim becomes aware of being killed, is the highest form of mercy one can execute upon the opponent. Whoever thought him to be a cruel murderer was rather rude. Eventually, his steps yielded. These reaches held abandoned bases of the patrol corps, and their methods of intercepting people throughout space and time. While he sought not to travel temporal sands, he required to be in another domain of space. The door to the hideout was not locked. Its way of protection did not require keys to protect the things it was hiding, only the right kind of eyes were even aware of its existence. Jumping into a seemingly bottomless canyon, nothingness swallowed the pale demon. Darkness became him, welcoming the tainted parts of his soul, for they were the shade of night indeed. This was the door. #something #something #something |  |
