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Shihaimono’s Betrayal.
Such was the title bestowed upon the catastrophic events that’d forced the Seireitei to its knees, a seismic battle that shook the very foundation of the Soul Society, whose amalgamated spiritual vibrations would surely have been felt even up in the heavenly clouds of the Royal Palace. So many lives lost, death and mass destruction, Captains pitted against Captains, and all for what? In the end, had the cause justified the price paid?
To one named Shihaimono, now widely labeled as the Betrayer, very much so. With the state of the then Soul Society, the absolute and irreparable deterioration of the realm of souls would have inevitably come. It had been a necessary, and admittedly bloody, cause; for the Seireitei, for the Rukongai, for the Soul Society, and ultimately, for the Balance of all three Realms. Yes, was the unequivocal answer to such a reductionist take on the matter.
But alas, it had all come at the price of death at a scale not seen for nearly a thousand years; the majority of the Seireitei’s strength erased within a single day, over half of the Gotei 13’s strongest slain; even Kenpachi Murakami, who was Shihaimono’s closest friend and what the Captain Commander had perceived as an indestructible rock to whom he could always lean on, gone forever, at the hands of someone who Shihaimono would have never thought capable of such fury: the Old Man had been a teacher and mentor to so many of the new generation of Shinigami, and now, heralded as the greatest fighter of their generation: the Kenpachi. Shihaimono would be remiss if he didn’t admit it pained him to lose Kenta, that he was angry that the strongest Shinigami he ever knew, had been bested by an old, and albeit experienced, Soul who’d reached his peak long ago. It was a reminder that even the most powerful could fall at any moment, and at the hands of the most unsuspecting; a lesson the Commander would keep at the forefront of his thoughts so as to never forget.
Of the surviving Captains there were just two, him and the newly appointed Captain Kenpachi Aijo; most of the Captains were slain by the former Kenpachi, and several by the new. Valiant Captain Arizawa’d been slain by the very three corrupted Souls he’d attempted to save. At that time, as Commander Shihaimono’d been on his way to deal with the Central 46, he’d received word that three Shinigami’d been consumed by Inner Hollows, turned into the fabled Visored. When Shihaimono’d finally arrived at the First, he’d found Nakazawa dead, the Visored threat immobilized. The three were identified as Third Seat of the 10th Itaku Ohei, Third Seat of Third Hachi Ikimaku, and Vice-Chief of the Kido Corps Kasuka Rikai. After ten months, only Itaku has shown to have overcome his Inner Demon, and for his strength in resolve he was given a haori. Of Hachi little is known, his presence disappeared within the Rukongai; Kenpachi Aijo has kept a tight lip over his former subordinates whereabouts, although the Old Man is suspected of knowing the deserter’s exact situation. A great deal of trust was given to Captain Aijo, and for that the Commander left the matter to rest. Kasuka Rikai, unfortunately, has continued to struggle with his Inner Hollow; he was taken to the Fourth Level of the Central Great Underground Prison, where he is constantly supervised within his cell, as he has remained in a half-way state between Hollow and Shinigami.
As for the traitor Captain Hashimoto and his cohort, including the released Muken prisoner and Mother of Visoreds, Karin Kano, little is known except that they escaped to Hueco Mundo, their whereabouts and intentions at the mercy of rumor. For ten months the Fifth combed the infinitely vast Hueco Mundo, only to return with nothing. An ominous and certainly perilous anomaly, as the current Gotei 13, weakened by the Civil War, waited like a wounded pup for the inevitable threat to return.
That is why upon the resolution of the War, Commander Shihaimono began the Seireitei’s rebuild with immediate effect; first he scoured the ruined Divisions for any surviving Captain-class Shinigami, commissioning those worthy and capable to lead their Divisions, sending their names to the reformed Central 46 for consideration. Some tested and passed, the likes of the previous Head Vice-Captain, Kasu Shinka, stern as ever. Others were promoted out-right on the merits of their accomplishments in the many wars both past and recent. Those promoted to Captain were: Captain Kurayami of the 5th Division, a gentle and quiet woman; Captain Ohei of the 4th Division, charming and devil-tongued; Captain Senko of the 2nd Division, formerly the Vice-Commander of the Onmitsukido; Captain Tanaka of the 8th Division, also a former operative of the Onmitsukido. All four powerful in their own rights, their combined might restoring the Gotei 13 to some semblance of its former strength. Even so, the Gotei had much to go to return to its former glory and as such, the hunt for more qualified Shinigami was still ongoing.
The Central 46 too had undergone quite the change, many of its old members either killed during the war, or tried by Commander Shihaimono with the aid of surviving members of the Shiba and Kuchiki clans, sentenced to prison for their callus involvement in the deterioration of the Soul Society. To this day the congregation, and by extension the Great Noble Families, squabble over the restructuring of power and politics.
And finally, there was another Soul who’d undergone a great deal of change, and with what’d happened, how could she have not? His then Vice Captain, and the current Head Vice-Captain, Fuyuko Munetoshi had sought answers to the many questions that had plagued her mind after the events of the Civil War, only to have found her Captain’s justifications unsuitable. Yet still she pledged her fealty to him, and for ten months, she has executed her duties to the same high standards he’d grown to cherish during his Captaincy of the 9th. She was a woman of great character, of great strength and resolve, and he’d grown to respect her immensely. When faced with matters with any semblance of importance, she was always by his side; yet again, he would call upon her for a matter of perilous sensitivity.
As such a hell butterfly was sent to fetch her, as the Head Vice-Captain was busy as ever. Within the message she would hear his words speak.
Head Vice-Captain Munetoshi, would you kindly make your way to my office? There’s a pressing matter, one that I wish you to accompany me on.
And like that, the hell butterfly flew out of the large balcony of his office overlooking the Seireitei in search of its recipient, the hammering sounds of reconstruction booming from one end to the other.
Amaya Munetoshi
Member
Fuyuko was sitting on one of the many walls looking over the training grounds of the first division. It was still so shocking to see the change. She listened to the various Shinigami below train and harness their skills. Being near the training grounds was a relaxing spot for her. She grew up eating and breathing training nearly every second of her life.
So much has happened and still even ten months later she was still unsettled. She got the answers she wanted. If anyone knew when her captain was lying it was him just as he knew when she was. It was an unspoken acknowledgement of their bond and growth together over the years since her transference form the Omnikitsudo to squad 9. She once to be just a mindless drone, made to execute every order requested with ease and effiencency. Well she was till she meet her captain and grew within squad 9s ranks rising to that of vice captaincy.
The events and answers of months ago still plagued her mind. she just never got the feeling from within her mind. how can one make such a decision and bare that burden, pain, and sorrow all on their own. They lost so many in the war and their numbers were low. She shaked the thoughts from her head before looking up at the clear sky above her in lost thought before a soft voice invaded her mind
When will you let it go Fuyuko, dwelling on the past will never further your future. You will continue to shun your future and repeat the same plaguing feeling again and again, draining in it as you push all those within your future away. Spoke her spirit as Fuyuko sighed before closing her eyes.
Kageki was always right in knowing her. She was Fuyuko's partner and has been there since she first became a Shinigami. it was hard to hear a voice she couldn't shut out. Sadly she could have used her voice in the Omnikitsudo. it wasn't till after she was transferred that Kageki's voice was much easier to hear. She gained so much in this squad thanks to her spirit never leaving her side.
I am not shunning my future. Doing that, I would have put down my blade and walked away to never speak to another Shinigami or soul. I just don't understand one's actions and the burden they bare. Why would anyone wish to bare so much destruction of life. We lost so many captains, He lost a dear friend, I lost so much of my family.
That path is not yours to bare, those struggles will never be understood when it was not your own actions. Dwelling will keep you stunted and never finding the voice and knowledge you seek for your own problems.
I wish not to speak of my problems, I am not able to bare that burden
She opened her eyes hearing the subtle movements of the wind before feeling the gentle touch of a hell butterfly. She turned her head towards the butterfly listening to the words of her captain. She stood up dusting her pants off as the hell butterfly headed off once again. She heard the disappointed sigh of her spirit as it left her be, at least for the time being.
"He knows he can just call me Fuyuko or even a shorter version of my name."
She spoke to herself looking at the training one more time before bending her knees , suddenly disappearing in shunpo off to her captain.
The Soul society was recovering slowly as she soared high above the walls and buildings, the various patrols and movements of the Shinigami. The first division was now her family. Each member had hopes, had dreams. Each allowing trust of their wellbeing to be in her hands. She wasn't going to fail them. She did that once, she didn't want to lose another story again. Her emerald eyes glistened within the sunlight as her hair flowed after her, matching each descent and ascend with ease. Her sights on the first Division headquarters. On to the balcony she and her captain could often be found on when they were not tending to matters.
She stopped on the balcony, Sitting on the reeling next to him resting her hands gently on the reeling. She turned her head towards him.
"Head Vice Captain Fuyuko Munetoshi, reporting in." She spoke jokingly as her eyes soften after the joke " What Is it that you needed me to assist you on Shihaimono?" She asked in genuine curiosity. She was always done with her work within either the time requested or even more the deadline. However this request seemed like something much more then a normal errand or need of some conversation to reaching a conclusion to a decision. The message seemed a bit more crucial.
She hopped off the railing before turning to the scenery beyond the balcony. The soul society was still bleeding and hurting after all the destruction. It was going to still be a long road to recovery. So much had changed but it seemed the same to her. Her emerald Green eyes took in the world, her ears hearing each beat of the hard laborers at work to resort what they can.
Head Vice-Captain Munetoshi had grown within the short period of time post-war, in both mind and body. Whatever her reasons may have been, to training she took, fostering the bond she held with her Zanpakuto, whilst also sharpening her skills with the Shinigami Arts. One had to look no further to acknowledge this fact than the skill displayed before the Captain-Commander’s proverbial eyes, as his trusted Vice-Captain came to stand upon the railing of his balcony, within the space where only the warm Seireitei air once existed. Her Shunpo had gotten impressively fast.
The Captain-Commander smiled warmly at her reporting in. “My dear Fuyuko, efficient as ever,” he replied, his soft emerald eyes following her descent from steel railing to stone floor. He looked upon her for a short time more before his gaze returned to look down upon the recovering and busy Seireitei. “The Court Guard Squads are recovering, slowly but surely…” his words fizzled out into the open warm air incompletely. “...tell me Fuyuko, how is morale among the survivors?” Since his promotion to Head-Captain, Shihaimono has had little time to wander the Seireitei and interact with any members outside the top brass of the First Division; the majority of his time and attention had been spent and given to the reformation of the Central Forty-Six, the search for eligible Shinigami to fill the unprecedented Captain vacancies left by the war, and keeping the Noble Houses from each others’ throats. In this matter, he relied completely on Fuyuko, and it was a question he asked of her every time they met face-to-face. Surely she’d gotten used to it by now.
As was in his nature, Shihaimono didn’t wait for his Vice-Captain to respond, getting right to business. “There are two matters of import, actually. First,” he declared, eyes still overlooking the Seireitei. “The Twelfth is reporting anomalous rifts within the World of the Living, concentrated within both Naruki City and Karakura Town. Although their origins have yet to be confirmed, acting officer-in-charge, Third Seat Teishi, believes them to lead to Hueco Mundo; they are reported to number in the hundreds.” A brief silence came after his words, and yet Fuyuko would surely sense there was yet more, her intuition proven right when the Commander continued. “The fear is that these rifts, if left unresolved, will rip open into permanent, enormous Garganta.” Fuyuko, having both worked under Shihaimono for as long as she had, and being the intelligent officer that she was, would surely understand the implications of this news. “I’ve yet to notify Captains Kurayami and Shinka on the matter; we will wait for more concrete information before we take any action. We cannot afford any more mistakes.” Of what mistake the Commander alluded to?
Like an alarm suddenly blaring, a powerful and unmistakable surge of spiritual energy flared out in the Northwestern Quarter of the Seireitei; Kenpachi Aijo’s spiritual energy could be felt all this way, of which could only mean one thing: the Old Man had released his Bankai, but why? Based on the lack of true killing intent, Shihaimono surmised the Kenpachi was providing some sort of training; a cruel method indeed, to be subjected to such a terribly disorienting ability. The Commander couldn’t help but think of his late friend, who had been slain by this very same ability.
Eyes still locked in the direction of the Kenpachi's spiritual pressure, Shihamino reached into his Shihakusho to remove an envelope; he then placed it into Fuyuko’s hand, offering it to her to read. “And second, I wish for you to read this,” he said, turning away from both Fuyuko and the balcony before she had the chance to open the missive.
Like before, another sudden spiritual pressure that swelled with every passing moment surged in the Northeast…but this time, one of hostility, moving toward the Northwest; the Commander stopped in his tracks, turning to look back over his shoulder. This was the unmistakable Densagi Shiba, one of the few remaining Shiba who survived the war…who survived the massacre of his family, at the hands of…
Then did realization befall the Commander, turning back to face forward, shaking his head in light-hearted disbelief. “Revenge and hatred, a cycle never-ending. Fuyuko, send word to Captain Ohei to be on alert for a possible clash between two Captain-class Shinigami within the Northwest, and to be on standby; make sure he understands that I don’t want anyone dying. Now, follow me,” he ended as he made his way out of his office, headed toward the deep base of the First Division, down to the Great Central Underground Prison.
Within the envelope, Fuyuko would find a letter issued by the Central Forty-Six to the name of her Captain-Commander. Within the letter, she’d read:
Captain-Commander Shihaimono, your request to pardon inmate #876 has been approved. The prisoner will henceforth no longer be required to serve the remaining 802 years of their 1000 year sentence, and is released from the 6th Level of the Great Central Underground Prison, Hangyaku (反逆, treason) with immediate effect under one condition: you must oversee his release and transition personally.
Additionally, your request to reunite the prisoner and their Zanpakuto has also been approved.
Amaya Munetoshi
Member
Fuyuko tilted her head as she hopped off the railing listening to her captain. She took in every word as her gaze followed his out to the Seireitei as she closed her eyes recalling all her usual checking in. While she didn't need to ever really leave the first division's grounds, she was never one to sit and wait when there was so much more to be doing whether it was investigating whatever interested her, to training, to speaking and trying her best to get along with her zanpackuto better,
"Moral has grown greatly but unease is still rampant with the lack of repatriable captains due to the revolt."
She spoke gently recalling all the various reports she had gotten from the captains.
"We are still trying to fully recover from all the destruction of the seriate as well as filling our various ranks within the various divisions as we have had many transfer requests amongst the squads as well. Captain Oto has taken to training some promising individuals. While part of me wanted to pry out of curiosity I have not for he is wise and great at seeing one's potential and knowing how to help one tap into the source's greatest power."
She said recalling the interesting reports as well as the others from the various divisions. Some of the captains were still trying to adjust their ranks and see where their strengths and weakness's of their squads as well as new lieutenants that were selected to step up in the absence of a suitable captain during this trying process. She could only imagine some of the squads had having to take control and getting all on the same page.
She remember how different it was going from her original squad to becoming part of the ninth, to raising to the lieutenant spot to now being the lead lieutenant following the new captain commander, her former captain. She knew what was expected and years of learning between her own family's trainings and brainwashing to the understanding of his expectations. she made it a system of efficiency.
She listened to his first point of interest without a beat as her emerald eyes took in the landscape beyond the balcony
"That is not good. Hollows once again coming forth in seemingly greater numbers...Since that day...This is not good news and would indeed be better to keep watch, however keeping it from the other captains to even ensure they had a slight knowing is better then allowing it to fester."
She spoke allowing her eyes to move towards him, watching his movements down to his breather. She knew something more was up and he was alluding to something more whether from concrete knowledge or assumed speculation. Just then she felt the familiar flair of the new kenpachi's reiatsu as it spoke volumes of the battle she witnessed from that day ten months ago. The fading of so many familiar reaistus to nothingness. She allowed her train of thought to return as he brought out an envelope, placing it in her hand.
She turned her attention to it. she was curious of the reason and information hidden within the envelope. well that was until she felt another sudden flair of energy escaping from another captain level shinigami. She looked up having remember each and every captain and potential captain reiatsu. Did she need to know each and everyone's signature? Yes, she need to for an potential threats.
" Densagi..."
She whispered upon realization taking in the feeling of the energy along with the words of her captain. It made all too much sense. True it was a sad feeling, one she hoped she never had to feel anytime soon. She focused her train of thought upon his next orders. She lifted a hand up allowing one of the many free hell butterflies of the Seireitei to land opinion it as she closed her eyes setting forth the message for the butterfly before moving her hand forward sending it off.
Captain Ohei, you presence has been requested to be on stand by within the Northwest sector for a possible clash between two Captain level Shinigami, under no circumstances is there to be anymore death to befall of either them or the Shinigami within the Seireitei if a clash was to happen. Failure to do so is not an option.
Without missing a beat she turned once the butterfly set off to its destined location, following quickly after her captain, opening the letter, reading the contents:
Captain-Commander Shihaimono, your request to pardon inmate #876 has been approved. The prisoner will henceforth no longer be required to serve the remaining 802 years of their 1000 year sentence, and is released from the 6th Level of the Great Central Underground Prison, Hangyaku (反逆, treason) with immediate effect under one condition: you must oversee his release and transition personally.
Additionally, your request to reunite the prisoner and their Zanpakuto has also been approved.
She took in each word within the envelope before folding it back up knowing exactly where their next location was to be. They were going to Hangyaku, the great central prison. A place where only those of higher authority went. She never saw a point to ever see in it or visit, however she has looked upon various records of each and every being that was held deep within the prison.
"Inmate #876...only served 198 years of his 1000 year sentence...Approval of reuniting with his zanpackuto? Level 6... Shihaimono....Who is it that you requested pardon for? Why now all of a sudden?"
Fuyuko felt a twist in her stomach. She knew of some of the criminals in those prisons either from word of mouth or from reports, either by her siblings, or the various court guards. She had faith in her captain's choices to be for the Seireitei, however given the past ten months, she was still weary, something more was going on. Neither the less, He had requested her presence and assistance. Who was she to deny her superior officer when this was one more thing she can add to her vast knowledge that grew only by the day.
Commander Shihaimono led the way, and Head Vice-Captain Munetoshi followed; their destination set: the Great Central Underground Prison, Level 6, Hangyaku (反逆, treason). Past First Division subordinates they strode, one in front and the other in tow, doing so in silence until they both reached the entrance to the infamous prison; the Commander nodded silently to every declaration of “Sou-Taicho!” made toward him. Fuyuko’s questioning hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, and she of all knew very well that her Captain would never ignore any inquiry posed to him by her; like always, he’d respond in time. It was when they reached the entrance to the Sixth Level of the Great prison did he stop, and then reply.
“Daigo Shimojima.”
Two words, a single name. It was a name known only by those old enough to have served within the Court Guard Squads for more than two-hundred years. Head Vice-Captain Minetoshi, being one such soul, would surely recall the name of the Shinigami who served as the Captain of the Ninth before Shihaimono was appointed as his replacement.
To Fuyuko’s question of why, the Commander replied, “Because it is necessary. Do not speak of what transpires after this point, Fuyuko. None of what you hear is to be repeated. None of what he says to you is to be taken personally.” He turned his head slightly to look back over his shoulder, the shaded green of his eye speaking of the Commander’s will to see no harm befall his Vice-Captain. “Do not wander into this place lightly, guard your mind and steel your heart. Do not allow his will to seep into your soul, my dear Fuyuko.” The enormous, white double doors to the wretched prison parted the moment Fuyuko’s name left his lips. “Now come, and let us be done with this.”
And so the Commander declared, stepping into the blackness that was Hangyaku, his trusted Vice-Captain surely in pursuit. The deeper they traversed, the more the dark receded to show the two traversing an endless hallway made of white, adorned with equally endless rows of Kido-Sealed doors on either side. Eventually Commander Shihaimono stopped and turned to face one particular door, his attention seemingly enough to force the seal on it to break, its shattered particles of red dimming into nothingness. The door opened, and a sudden chill poured out from the gape; all that could be seen within the cell was an endless and frigid white. He did not speak a word and simply walked in; the air was cold as the deep winter, small specs of crystalline-white falling down from above. Was that…snow? Only a few steps did the Commander take before he stopped, and said, “Do not step beyond this point.” Fuyuko would know that he was speaking to her, and that he meant for her to not go past the imaginary line he’d drawn across the hefty snow that covered the ground. Nothing could be seen beside the white of the howling, cold snowy air; how big was the cell? How many prisoners were kept here? No information could be ascertained, save for a single, ferocious spiritual presence that wished to tear the two intruders to cold and lifeless shreds.
Within the center of the room, chains rattled, and then a deep, raspy voice boomed. “The pup has finally come out of hiding.”
Amaya Munetoshi
Member
Fuyuko didn't receive an answer at first. While she expected one, she knew it will come when the time was right. She was a tiny bit confused at the need to be releasing someone from the prison, that was until she heard the two words. Every part of her wanted to stop, even as her body continued on following after even if she felt her heart stop for a few beats.
"Daigo... Shimojima.... "
She said under her breath. She heard stories of the captain as well having seen him in action from time to time when tending to her duties in the omni. She had a siblings slain a few years before her sudden order to report to the ninth. She had never been one for interactions outside her duties. She would rather stay in the shadows and watch stories unfold in their intended directions. She remember the day she heard Daigo was arrested from her siblings.
She was more confused why it was now that a former captain was being released. What was Shihaimono thinking? She closed her eyes calming her mind and heart as she listened to the subordinates of her squad greet their captain as they continued their stride into the poision their squad kept watch over. She allowed her eyes too look over to him as she listened to his orders
"Understood."
She spoke knowing such things are beyond her pay and knowing but here she was, going to be seeing first hand what was going to transpire. She had faith in her captain as he has not caused harm to her directly nor was he going to allow anything to.
She kept close and quick focusing on the path ahead of them as she continue her pursuit traversing the long white hallways with seemingly endless kido seal doors lining the walls as they passed. She could feel so much power and possible evil emmiting before the curioisty of what each door sealed. She came to a stop hearing Shihamono's steps stop along with the feeling of a kido seal releasing infront of her as she brought her train of thought back to reality looking towards the door opening before them as she watched her captain take a few steps in hearing his next order.
She couldn't see past the contained blizzard within the room as she stood at the entrance only a line where the door once was separated her from the wraith of the monster within the blizzard.
"Understood"
She spoke again. She couldn't get a read on any life force within this cell other then one monstrous one. She couldn't tell how large the cell was or even see her captain as he went deeper into the white. Was this just the former captain's reiatsu? It was pretty for sure but she felt pity for whatever victim feel to the captain within it. She had faith her own was going to be fine, even if part of her was worried of a possibility of having to tend to this herself if things went south. Her captain handled the captain commander and another Shinigami 10 months ago from the revolt. He should still be fine. He will be fine right?
Fuyuko could hear the rattling of the chains that held the blizzard's owner along with his words. Which had her confused a pup finally came out of hiding? Shihaimono was never in hiding that she knew. if anything this had to be the use of taunts many competitors used to get under each other's skin of a deeper understanding. She felt her left hand instinctly move to the hilt of her Zanpackuto. She knew she was safe logically, but this reiatsu was massive and scary to even be sensing. She was on guard. She didn't know what to expect with two captain class Shinigami, so close together in a place as well contained as this one.
“What is it that you understand, little dove?”
The words came suddenly, spoken from a distance to Fuyuko’s immediate front that was too close for comfort. It was with the sound of chains rattling that the blizzard of snow and freezing air vanished, the once overbearing scene instead replaced by a towering, muscular figure with long, snow-white hair and sharpened, grinning teeth. A rumbling growl of a laugh emanated from deep within the beast’s chest.
“You look like a delicious little peach,” Daigo said, licking the edges of his sharp teeth. “Why don’t you come-”
The white of a Captain’s haori swept across, in between the towering beast and Head Vice-Captain Munetoshi; the Commander had placed himself in front of Fuyuko, his characteristic stoicism strewn across his expression as he glared at the prisoner.
Daigo burst into an unrelenting cackle, the chain attached to the sekkiseki choker rounding his large neck rattling equally as uncontrollably. “Look at the little pup coming to protect his property, ah, you haven’t changed one bit, Hitoshi!” The giant beast of a man relaxed, his laughter dying down back into a heft, sharp grin. “They made you Captain after they put me in chains, did they? Hmph, let me guess, they threw you my scraps? Gave you the keys to my Division? A cowardly mut like you?” He growled viciously as soon as he finished the sentence, and then he turned his attention to Fuyuko, beady blue eyes glaring right through Shihaimono, as if he weren’t even there.
“Did he tell you, little dove? Did he tell you who I am, and why I’m here? Did he tell you why he was even able to become Captain of the Ninth? You say you understand, but all I see is a lost little birdie. Go on, ask him.”
Amaya Munetoshi
Member
Fuyuko snapped her attention back to reality to the voice the reached her ears. Her instincts were high and on alert and every fiber of her being said to move back. She steadied herself to the sudden words holding a small hint to something she was not one to allow slide so easily.
She watched a tower of a man loom over her petite self listening to his words as her hand remained rested and relaxed on her zanpackuto. She didn't move beyond the initial imaginary line Hitoshi set in place. She could see now why. The man was a literal mountain and could probably use her like a tooth pick.
She didn't pay any mind to her captain's white haori covered back get between her and the inmate. She took in every word engraving them into her mind, keeping them locked in a safe box for future filing and meditation. She maintained her eye contacted staying firm where she stood.
It was a few moments before she tilted her head letting out a light laugh at his comment as for a second her eye grew colder before her soft nature came back over them as her words escaped her hidden lips.
" I don't know.... I think you need to look in the mirror, you got a pretty cold cage with a nice collar to boot. As for what I understand...Well that is rather simple. I now understand why I been transferred twice since becoming part of the court yard. Why the two other halves of me are no longer among us. You truly are a monster of a stray munglar aren't you Inmate #876 Former Ex Captain the the Ninth squad Daigo Shimojima."
She spoke maintaining her eye contact, she allowed her soft demeanor to switch on a dime as her eyes grew cold piercing through hitoshi right back at Daigo.
If there was one thing Fuyuko knew since she first breath, You never back down if you are the bigger predator. Her family might be sadistic monsters but they knew how to train and make monsters within their lineage that follow in line with the blood that run through hers and so many other munetoshi's before and definitely after her.
"Before I hear the beginning of your story let me make one clear. Your the caged birde in this scenario."
She spoke before closing her eyes taking a deep breath of relief getting that off her chest as she lifted herself on her tiptoes looking towards Hitoshi, allowing her eyes to soften and relax once more, once again returning to her sweet, gentle self.
" Well you heard him."
She spoke gently rest her hands back at her sides as she awaited to hear which one of the two was going to speak of what she was missing. She was never one to pry more then she needed to even if every part of her wanted to know any and everything that went on at every moment around her. Call it paranoia, or call it a natural defensive nature to keeping something contained never to see the light of day. She had learned from her time in the omni to always question and watch from silence just as learning how to overcome one within their own territory back at her own family's estate. If anyone knew what feeling caged was like it was Fuyuko every waking moment within the walls she built with her own bloody hands.