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8(... u hurt me, taicho. u hurt me right in the feelings. [/Holds onto his now-bruised hand.]
//Who knows the kinds of filthy objects your hands have touched.
[/Touches yer face.]
//slaps hand off
Invaded by quietus and eradication. The Gotei warriors had lessen throughout the battlefield, fighting for every second of their anxiety for their native salvation against adversary. The famous Gotei were in a disassemble scenario. Hardship, and endless torment slithered itself with a shuddering embrace upon the depths of introspection; blindfolding with antipathy unable to realize that reality rashly ate their existence, only to find out it was not mentally, it was literally occurring. What was left of their army? And the Seireitei. .?
A chilled contingence brushed along alabaster skin, unpleasant features were inclined only to realize a close remnant of Reiatsu—that was suddenly gone astray. Soft digits touched her doll-like wrist, acknowledging its left over vibe, amethyst oculars narrowed, daring herself to inquire its existence.
The being who kept an eye on her figurine as it muttered out its solitude, its isolation of its life, was unknown, a no name Vandenreich was before her. Suspense. Suspense wrenched, for an instant, the cold was felt, a disheartening palpation loomed, until its voice became utterly formidable. Into a seemingly coerce panic, in a seemingly dismay of fallacy.
Where is my Senbonzakura?
Where.. is.. my.. Senbonzakura. . ?
By the time you realized that you weren’t anywhere near your home —it didn’t look secluded or peaceful, the people that had swarmed around you just seconds ago.. were like porcelain dolls.. lying scattered on the ground in stiff positions, bruised and undeniably dead because of this fear.
Immediately she caught that recognizable name. Kuchiki Byakuya’s Zanpakuto. Without doubt, she stood before the man whom stole Byakuya’s Bankai, its powers to abduct a superior’s Bankai, and toy with one emotions until they found no resolution of their minds. The intervening darkness of a lachrymose heart, the Fear’s taunting fealty that was his own. The cold hard steel of an unsheathed glow cloaked the deception on its control and hard display of mischievous, and a devils birth, As Nodt.
Where is, Byakuya Kuchiki?
Will he come here… if I killed you..?
It was not her that As nodt sought, it was the precious blossom that linked to the Lord of the Kuchiki bloodline, Senbonzakura. That omnipotent ornament which was in As nodts control, was no more, it long thrived for that day to lure that power into its hands again.
She responded with great haste.
Again suspense leached forward, it was now that circumvent power that was released towards her very being to.. suspense her. Dodge after dodge, she avoided every thorn that aimed to strike her. Tentatively fingering the hilt of her Zanpakuto that was tucked in her sash on her hip. “Dance Sode no Shirayuki.” An organ quivered rapidly, beats bursting against eardrums and the hand at the hilt of her blade gripped so roughly knuckles seared white. A thorn had pierced the snow steel beauty, hoping to take it out of play, but failed, it was aborted, it was declined; fear had afflicted successfully.You can’t move? It can’t be helped.That’s "fear.”Fear just.. works like that..The audible laughter, that repugnant gesture befell the eardrums of the young raven haired Kuchiki, the snow blade subsided from its master, finally collapsing into the substance of fear, of that power that once emoted her elder brother. However, unlike the Kuchiki heir, she overcame that fear, prevailing from that terror that once defeated Kuchiki Byakuya. She breathed out again, feeling her eyes bulge as his voice floated into her mind. It was remotely, fear was too far from touching her mentally, there was no act of.. conspiracy against her.How foolish.So this is fear…Then. . what is your fear. . ?Placid visage bestowed him, adjusting an impalpable sacrosanct expression amongst porcelain features, brows had furrowed in closed attention over her countenance. Amethyst gems had narrowed in a inexorable gaze, one unbelieveble to be seen before. The princess, that one female born from the worst had shimmered in the audience. Fear was overcomed, defeating it with every fiber and declared victory.
In celebration of Byakuya’s comeback! I did not expect that. like why… I mean what’s taking Ichigo so long? Not that I don’t want Bya to be back. Oh and I baked this cupcake in cooking class two years ago, then pictured it afterwards thinking it would be of good use in the future. Guess I was right. mhm. And this is also for his birthday that I so casually missed. *slaps thy self in the face*