[u]Rio Okotaru Darishimo[/u]

As sirens went off, Rio placed the glass she was drinking from down onto the counter, still holding onto it. She squeezed her eyes shut as her teeth gradually grit while listening to Kenta. He was right, she was still the seventh seat of Squad six and her job was to catch criminals. As Kenta began walking out and continued to talk, Rio didn't say a word, she only listened as he left and closed the door. [i]Cr-Crack![/i] The glass she was holding smashed in her hand. Sharp pain enveloped her right hand as pieces of it impaled her flesh. However, the pain didn't bother her, she was just too torn between anger and sadness. Clenching her left hand, she banged it onto the counter. [b]"Why must this happen! Why! After everything! It was all going so well!"[/b] She clutched her hair with her left hand, hating the pain shooting through her heart. Rio just honestly couldn't deal with this right now... Blood from her right hand dripped onto the floor, creating a small puddle. She lifted it and took a look at it, picking out the pieces of bloody glass and throwing them into the bin. Once that was done, she wrapped a bandage around it, deciding not to go to Squad four to get it healed. It was a wound she caused herself so she'd leave it to heal by itself. Grabbing her Zanpakuto's, she left her room, focused and bent on finding Kaizo. She'd drag him back and settle this, then she would leave him to do as he pleased with his life.