JULY 9, 2014.
Post by YAGAKU GYOKKO on Jan 31, 2014 2:30:29 GMT -5
“I remember it far too well, as if it was yesterday. The scent of his blood, the moan for help, the sound of maggots eating at his flesh; it was too familiar.”
Dull hues of maroon closed in sequence to the statement, my mind slowing down as it recalled the details of the day I had decided to kill a Shinigami for my need of power; a power that was taken away from me selfishly by Hinaai; the previous Captain Commander. We were located in the depths of the mountains, a place that caught my ear for the sole fact of hearing about the new Shinigami that had finally enrolled within the academy. A Shinigami that favored training here, his purpose to master his Zanpaktou; to conquer it and make it become one with his being— to make his imprint on it, like a mother placing hers upon her cubs, like a wolf marking his territory. Though, I had decided to intervene on the pissing wolf.
I had warned my fellow colleagues, those that I knew I could trust with my life; that I had indeed went away to seek the power I had once lost, which had consisted of my Bankai— something that was now broken. Truthfully, I was not embarrassed, nor was I ashamed that I had lost such a skillful asset; simply because, I viewed this as a battle wound, a badge of honor that I had obtained for surviving against one of the most fearsome beings within the whole spiritual realm. I was the one that got to live, the one whom obtained the position of Soutaichou, and was now looked upon by several members of the Gotei 13; this was my badge that I wore proudly.
Nonetheless, I had found the boy training within the mountains; himself attempting to learn the simple arts of Zanjutsu, but would surely lose focus by my sudden approach. Indeed, I had lost my Bankai, my Zanpaktou for that matter— but, my Shunpō was still one of the fastest within history. As I stated before, I remembered it far too well; simply because as I watched my prey attempt to practice— my body had moved at such blinding speed, which had prevented him from viewing the deadly blow that ended his Shinigami life. Impaled in the center of his chest was a fragment of my previous blade, his entire body trembling as eyes stared in awe.
His hands quaking as if his entire body had become a living earthquake; each second they got closer to the blade— the more frequent the trembling began, and when he had finally took hold of the large piece of steel in his chest— he would yank it out. Like I said twice; I remember it far too well. The very second he had removed the blade; his blood began to splurge within the atmosphere, the heavens showering me within blood as it came across my frame. I did not care about such a trivial thing, for if one looked closely, in my grasp, was the boy's Zanpaktou— a wicked smile coming across my facade as his body spewed more blood. I was not going to be stopped, Hinaai had only aided me to become even a more devilish monster than before. This was my era, my Golden Age; Koshitsu, Sojiro - the God Slayer.
As the smoke dissipated, a small foot exposed itself, to soon reveal that a child stepped out before me. "Oi, you're happy now? Made an imprint on a little kid, you pedophile." The kid mocked, a katana within his grasp as he gazed at me; eyes of orange staring at my very soul. "Let me guess, you want to know my name now and how to control me right; but listen Da. Yes, I'm calling you Da, short for Daddy, so you can feel old. Fighting me is not going to get you anwhere." He stated to me. "And what is going to allow you to give me your name? Hm? What do you want, a pacifier?" A slight chuckle escaping my lips. 
