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[h2]Sagamiyama[/h2]
[h3]Saturday - Evening[/h3]
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He was screwed. He was so, [i]so[/i] screwed. 

As the beast bound between the two holes that gave way to his exit, Mitsuaki put his hands over his face. [color=6B91BA] “Fuck. Fuck, [i]fuck[/i],”[/color] this plan hadn’t been thought through nearly enough, the tunnel giving him no space to make an advantageous play. The only thing he had going for him would be the sand that shifted under his weight, but even that wasn’t a fool proof strategy. Getting close enough to throw said sand into the Hollow’s eyes would almost certainly get him injured in the process, so it would have to be worth it.

Raising his face, the hands remained on his cheeks, fingers pressing into the skin. Each time the Hollow bound, Mitsuaki watched it until it disappeared to the other side. 

There was barely enough room to sit in the tube, so he laid there, Zanpakuto beside him. [color=6B91BA] “Okay Mitsuaki, think,”[/color] his hands slid upwards, into his hair. Dwelling on the idea of him being royally screwed wasn’t going to help him in any capacity. [color=6B91BA] “There’s no getting out of here without taking a blow. That’s fine. That’ll be fine. It won’t kill me. It won’t,”[/color] he mumbled to himself, looking at both entrances to the tube again, watching as that beast bound between them. [color=6B91BA] “I won’t let it,” his own voice was filling the silence between the beast's bounds. [color=6B91BA] “I have to live. For mom, for dad. For Juno…”[/color]

Moving his hand on the hilt of his blade, Mitsuaki sighed, before a mighty groan came out of him from his frustration. As he raised his hand, it struck the top of the ceramic that surrounded him, a hiss coming from his lips before he paused, staring at it. Would he have enough time and strength to go up? Maybe it would confuse the Hollow, maybe it wouldn’t realize what he was doing. 

It was the only move he really had, other than waiting for his death. As he raised his Zanpakuto, though, trying to see if he could fit it vertically to stab the top of the tube with the hilt, he grunted. It was too big. Of course. [i]Of course.[/i] 

[color=6B91BA] “Who even enjoys playing in these things?!”[/color]