Suffocation [Kosuke]

WHAT

IS A MAN,

BUT A MISERABLE PILE OF SECRETS

What made a traitor? Was it a lust for power? The need for wealth? Envy? Hate? Anger? No, these things made a weakling, a fool, a beast. Hiroki hadn't known the man long in the 11th, in fact he was there and gone before he even knew it. But he recognized a man, and he recognized a mans will. And Ryuugamine Kosuke might be a traitor, but that doesn't mean he lacked that same will. No, it was, in fact, that same will, he believed, that drove the man to commit such a heinous and unforgivable act. But really, was it so heinous? Was it so unforgivable? The Shinigami did what he thought was right, what his will commanded of him. There was nothing inherently wrong with that.

But the Sotaicho was dead. Her murderer's cut down one by one, few that worked behind the scenes remained, and only one had managed to be captured. And, as the last high seat in the Gotei's security forces, there was no better man to guard the traitor than Hiroki Shirai. Making his way towards his cell. Hidden away from the common ranks, only the various guards and interrogators were even allowed past the first step. Clicking his way towards the cell, he flipped a cigarette between his lips, if he was to be here for the next few days, the least he could do was smoke.

They had outsourced quite a bit of the guard duties, it appeared. Not that he could blame the higher ups, the Kyubantai was ordinarily in charge of such things, but with their massively depleted numbers, it was a stretch to expect anything other than the Sanseki to devote the time of his own volition. Not that there was no ulterior motive. The disgraced Fukutaicho interested him. And he figured a sojourn away from the barracks was long overdue. "Change in the shifts, I'm to watch him for the next 24, go get some sleep." With a quick remark and a pat on the back, he sent the other guard away. Taking a seat across from the cell and blowing another puff from his cigarette.

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