Amor vere honorem
Bleach: War of Faith (Juxtaposition x MysT3CH)
Inuzuri district, South Rukongai, Soul society.
Silence, it gripped the air like an iron chain. Casting a ominous feeling of uneasiness across the darkened city streets. Though the streets of the district usually stood empty after the sun's retreat, it was arrival of a duo of shrouded individuals that drove what few nocturnal residents the district bore to quickly utter hushed whispers and retreat. Thus it was only these two, whose faces were but shadows beneath the hoods of their darkly colored disguises, who remained active within the night. While the taller of the two remained quiet, leisurely setting his companion's pace from out front as they maneuvered down a series of alleys and streets. It was his companion, a boyishly short male whose voice bore the immaturity of adolescents, rambled frantically at his comrade without relief.
"I mean it Kazuya, they'll gut us like pigs. Y-you just killed Irushi. I mean, i know he deserved it, but you really think anyone is gonna believe all that stuff? How do we even know he wasn't lying? What if they already knew? Then what? What are we even doing here anyways? Um..Kazuuyaaa. Hellloo? You can hear me right? Where are we..."
"Toega." His voice was near melodic, holding both a reassuring and commanding tone over the moderately deep pitch of an adult male's voice. At hearing his name, the shorter male's rhetoric abruptly stopped. As two more similarly dressed individuals descended from nearby roof's as to casually file in behind the duo, Toega at last begun to understand, thus remained hushed. He then tensed slightly as one of the two begun to speak.
"Forgive me Captain, but we shouldn't linger. We should just head for the human world now. At least until things cool down." Her voice was soft and loving.
"No. If we leave without it, we would have to forcefully move to acquire it post-return. Besides, should they realize what this is about..." The entire group nodded simultaneously in under standing. Kazuya then turned as to face the lot. Halting his advance just as he passed through a ray of moonlight, which given his new direction, now illuminated his face directly. "I'd see them all dead first." As he uttered these last words his face sharply twisted. Taking on a look of both anger and pain.
Some sort of confusing
First Division Compound, Seireitei, Soul Society
It was amazing what could happen in a week, a day, or even an hour. Last week, she had dined with her common sparring partner Kazuya. Yesterday, she had been rubbing her recent Hohō techniques in his face. An hour ago, he murdered Irushi, the Vice-captain of the Tenth division. Now, in this minute, Hayai was in the presence of the Captain-Commander, his rage bubbling in an unusual display of emotion.
“I will hunt him down Captain-Commander-dono. There is no fear of that. He murdered Irushi in cold blood and I shall have him answer for his sins.”
Yashi’s head was bowed in respect to the Captain-Commander, her forehead touching the floor in reverence with her loose black hair flowing over her bowed head. When she flicked her head back after having finished the bow, the hair settled at shoulder length. She brought a long slender finger and scratched the fair skin of her neck: trying to hide her tumultuous feelings as if they were a sin.
It was a hard thing to say what she did, consigning herself to the fact that she would kill or lead to execution a man she had grown to briefly respect. Most people did not know of the true strength of the captain of the sixth division, but it was something she imagined she had a fairly good knowledge of. He was a man worth fighting: that was enough for her to respect his abilities, even if she had never seen his Shikai or his Bankai.
The preparation was brief after she finished her meeting with the Captain-Commander. Her Hohō was legendary amongst the Gotei, with only one person coming a close second to matching her: the man she was now tasked with hunting. Her Shunpo took her to the main branch of Onmitsukidō in a quick time, and she had only to clear her throat before she was surrounded by fifty Shinigami, all garbed in black from head to toe.
“You are all to hunt down Captain Kazuya Enoki. Do not approach him, for he will kill you. As soon as you find any signs, alert your comrades. I want this man found five minutes ago.”
As soon as her final words left her mouth: the fifty men all Shunpo’d away in a hurry: All aiming to appease the angry captain. She hid her emotions well, but each of them could feel the frustration in her voice. She strolled away from the meeting hall and towards her personal chambers. Pushing open the door, she walked towards a small pedestal next to her bed, holding up the ever important weapon that she’d soon be calling into action. Gripping the hilt of her Zanpakuto was an exercise in comfort as she felt the connection between its spirit and hers solidify. Now she simply had to wait for the foolish Sixth division captain to make his move. Her men would find him, or some trace of him, and the hunt could begin.
The spirit of her Zanpakuto, a Crow with white feathers speckled onto its back, simply watched the conflicted woman who found a seat on the edge of her bed. Her normally medium height was settled into a slump as she creased her face in deep thought. Eventually, she felt conviction grip her. It was not the executioner’s job to choose the mark.
She would simply be the blade.