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Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I’m officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I’m not sure when I’ll ever be back or if I’ll ever be back on him seriously. I’m leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There’s quite a few other blogs, but you guys don’t need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio’s askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio’ askbox.
It’s been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I’m writing a eulogy, dear god—
Okay I’m stopping while I’m ahead. If you need me I’ll be on my other blogs and please don’t hesitate to message me there. This will be queue’d just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Hiatus.
[/ I apologize everyone, but I'm officially putting Aizen on an indefinite hiatus, meaning I'm not sure when I'll ever be back or if I'll ever be back on him seriously. I'm leaving his blog up for those who still wish to go through his blog (but who would that be anymore rly) and because I still may decide to come back at some point.
Most of you all know about Yukio, whom I am always on and am always free to be contacted on. There's quite a few other blogs, but you guys don't need to hear all of those. I will not be checking this blog again; if you wish to send me a message, please send it to Yukio's askbox because I will not be answering any of them here. Or ask for my Skype via Yukio' askbox.
It's been a fun run, but I leave all my Aizen muse to the many talented and loved Aizen roleplayers on here who all deserve the recognition that they get. I feel like I'm writing a eulogy, dear god--
Okay I'm stopping while I'm ahead. If you need me I'll be on my other blogs and please don't hesitate to message me there. This will be queue'd just a few times to give everyone a chance to see. <3 I love you all dearly.
- Danna. ]
Written off as less than worthless.
At first, Aizen had stayed back. Good. Maybe he would leave, if Hitsugaya was lucky. To see him in this type of state, he’d hoped no one would. He clenched his teeth silently, blood already beginning to pool underneath Yukio and staining his and Hitsugaya’s clothes. The snow-haired Captain was attempting to ignore the warm, wet feeling. It was difficult to do when he couldn’t even get Yukio to respond to his own name.
Hitsugaya hadn’t been paying attention to his enemy, a mistake. He did make sure to keep to his overwhelming spiritual pressure, to make sure he didn’t move too much. The blood was still on his hands, sticky and thick, sickening. He almost wanted to look away, but kept quiet, whispering small reassurances to the limp Fullbringer in his lap. "Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. I promise."He wouldn’t lose Yukio. Not like this.
But, Aizen had moved. Much too fast for him to keep up with. And he inhaled, shocked.
Glancing up to see where the ex-Captain had gone, it took the prodigy a few seconds to realize just where he was. Behind him. The bastard was even raising his sword, straight towards the two. Toshiro had less than a second to respond, scooping up Yukio’s weight with ease (he felt dead in his arms, limp and heavy), and used shunpo to end up a few feet away. He hadn’t had enough time to grab Hyourinmaru, who had been sprawled on the ground beside him.
He was still crouched, glaring at Aizen with a loathing gaze, hands gripping at Yukio’s dark clothing almost desperately. No words were spoken, the prodigy simply allowing his glower to speak for itself.
Inevitably, the pointed tip of Kyouka Suigetsu had hit nothing more than the solid roof that the small Captain and his wounded charge had perched upon not moments before -- but Aizen had gained a prize in the exchange. Hyourinmaru was left at his feet, a Zanpakuto that was the very representation of one's soul forgotten in order to protect the life of a worthless human. How hurt the ice dragon spirit must have felt to know his Master would quicker give him up than drop a lifeless corpse to the ground.
The Lord smiled, mostly to himself, as his own blade was relaxed back to his side before bending to grasp the exceptionally long sword that had been discarded.
"Was it worth it to be left defenseless, Hitsugaya-taichou? Or to know there is no longer any way out for both you and your dying friend? My, my... I almost pity you."
CLASH--!!
Another distraction, this one almost too fast to see as the two blades were forced to meet with tremendous force. Hyourinmaru was not honed to perfection -- not yet -- and it's weakened and wounded soul would not hold up against the massive spiritual pressure and strength of Kyouka Suigetsu. The ice blade snapped, and the useless hilt was tossed to land unceremoniously before its wielder as Aizen sheathed his Zanpakuto. It would serve as a reminder that this had not all been simply an illusion; no harm had truly been done to Hitsugaya's sword, as it would slowly regenerate once in was once more surrounded by spiritual particles and the pressure needed to repair it.
"You have become weak, Hitsugaya-taichou. After losing Hinamori-kun you grasp at whatever opportunity you have to make up for harming her, even going as far throwing your life away needlessly. Pathetic... You're no longer even aware of the reality around you."
A knowing hum sounded past his lips, a stare offered downward at the huddled form of the Captain that protected nothing. This Yukio was nothing, merely a figment of his imagination projected with the abilities of the God's blade. Now that Kyouka Suigetsu was sheathed, the effects dissipated, "Farewell, Hitsugaya-taichou," and Aizen disappeared with a lightning fast Shunpo that would make even the most skilled of Shinigami question what had actually happened.
Written off as less than worthless.
Yukio’s blood was all over his hands, thick and wet, and it made his stomach churn. Glancing back towards the limp Fullbringer in his lap, Toshiro once again quietly murmured his name, “Yukio…”
He’d save him, if it was the last thing he would do. He wouldn’t allow the Fullbringer to die, to crumble or grow to hate the Captain, not like he allowed Hinamori to do. He already let her down way too many times to count, he wouldn’t do the same with this boy. He wouldn’t let him go, at least not without a fight. If it had been any other situation, he would’ve probably tried to stab the ex-Captain once again. Instead, he went quiet, numbly picking up Hyourinmaru from the ground and swinging it horizontally towards Aizen. A thin sheet of ice struck outwards, heading straight towards the enemy. Whether he dodged or not wasn’t particularly on Hitsugaya’s mind. It was clearly just a warning. Stay back.
"Stop talking as if you know everything…" Hitsugaya scoffed, the rage in the pit of his stomach only making him tremble. What right did Aizen have to talk about Yukio that way? Like he knew him at all? It made the Captain only want to cut his tongue out, and then almost cringe at the violent thought. But, in the end, Aizen was right. Yukio’s wounds needed to be tended to first, if anything. And if Hitsugaya hesitated or continued the battle, Yukio would certainly die from blood loss.
Allowing his gaze to fall back towards the pale blond, he noticed that his breathing was shallow, barely there. His pulse was probably the same. Lids falling a bit, Toshiro worked quickly to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Aizen be damned, if anything, his presence was ignored. If he were to get away, of course it would fall onto Hitsugaya, but he didn’t particularly care at the moment. He would find Aizen and kill him the next chance he got.
A little ice was all that separated himself and the heart wrenching scene before him, a warning from the small Captain to stay away while he tended to the wounds of the bleeding Fullbringer. Whatever that boy meant to Hitsugaya, whatever their relationship, it was clear that it resounded deeply within him. Enough to set a brooding grudge that had been simmering with hate for some time off to the side, enough to ignore a fugitive of Soul Society in order to make sure that the damaged relations he share with Hinamori would not be imposed on the human that lay barely breathing on the ground.
What truly pathetic creatures they were, subjugating themselves to things that would eventually wound and betray them and hinder their growth for power. That was why the Gotei 13 was weak and Aizen knew it.
The God stood, hands and Kyouka Suigetsu at his side to watch the deadly shards move ever closer with every passing moment. This attack held no more intent to kill, not when Hitsugaya's attention had been switched from thee traitor himself to the mortal being cradled on his lap. Perhaps it was one mistake after the other, as it provided a perfect opportunity to prove that focus should not be lost in a battle of the minds.
All it had taken was a Shunpo to both avoid the attack sent his direction and appear directly behind his adversary with sword drawn back with the obvious course of action to strike the younger down. But his target -- one could not be so sure. Calm, as if he hadn't been meaning to finish this mind game that they had been playing, Aizen smiled down at the Shinigami and his charge.
"You certainly didn't try and prove me wrong, Hitsugaya-taichou."
Suddenly, the sharp point of the Lord's Zanpakuto descended downward at a hard angle with the blond in his sights.. To maim, to murder -- no, that was not his intention. Simply to remove the Captain's attention from what was inevitably nothing more than an illusion.
Written off as less than worthless.
He wasn’t moving. Yukio wasn’t moving. He wasn’t breathing, no sound was coming from him—he didn’t even make any response to his name. Panicking was definitely something the Tenth’s Captain didn’t do, and it was probably rare to even see him blink at most things. This was different—this entire situation was different. He’d finally used shunpo to rest on a nearby roof, not to far from where it had all happened. Hitsugaya’s attention was no longer on the traitor and murderer just a few yards away. And it wouldn’t be anywhere else until he was certain Yukio was alive.
He didn’t look like it. He looked—…dead. And the prodigy had seen enough bodies to know what one looked like when life left it completely. Yukio and the word dead didn’t go together—it didn’t even sound right in his head, in the same sentence. It made the Captain feel sick to his stomach, in fact. Wordlessly, Toshiro stared down at the motionless Fullbringer, who’s head was resting on his lap, lolling to the side. Like Toshiro had originally thought, his shoulder had been dislocated when he’d been grabbed out of the air so quickly and suddenly. Sometimes, it was hard to remember how fragile Yukio could be.
It took the white-haired a few moments to realize he could hear something—a sound. Maybe it was because he could hear blood pulsing through his ears. It was better than hearing the sickening silence. The sound was low, soft. And it also took him awhile to realize it was coming from himself—a faint wheezing, as if he were out of breath, panicking, frantic. And he was, his hands were grasping at Yukio’s bloody clothes, shaking, attempting to put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding.
It wasn’t working. Nothing was working.
"Calm down…" He whispered to himself—his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, he could barely make out the words. "Calm down…use Kido…use a spell…" At the moment, he couldn’t even think of one. He couldn’t remember any of his training, nothing. It was like everything vanished in one swipe. Just like Yukio’s life; just like that time with Hinamori. The Captain hadn’t been particularly listening to what Aizen was saying, his words didn’t matter much, after all. He did, however, snap his gaze up from Yukio when he spoke Hinamori’s name.
"…Bastard…" He deserved to rot—deserved to die in the worst way possible. There it was again; that uncontrollable anger that rose, out of the young Captain’s control. His reiatsu was rising dangerously at that point, shaking hands gripping Yukio’s tattered coat in his hands. He didn’t move from his spot, gaze never flickering away from Aizen.
"…You killed him…You murdered him…For what?” Maybe if he were thinking correctly, he’d be able to tell something was off, something was definitely different about the Fullbringer lying still in front of him. But there was nothing stopping him from grabbing Hyourinmaru once more with a bloodied hand, fingers wringing around the hilt until it began to hurt.
"I’ll kill you."
It was frighteningly easy to control someone's mind simply by twisting the reality that they saw and believed in. A word here and a word there, perhaps a cue to trigger a memory or two and suddenly he was capable of taking someone into the palm of his hand and controlling their every thought an action thereafter. It didn't matter if they had thought that they were in complete control, or thought they knew what the Lord's next action would be simply because Aizen was too many steps ahead for any of those pointless assumptions to be useful in battle. The former Captain could not and would not be in the position to allow himself to be surprised about the actions of his enemies, for he was too confident to know any better.
Had the small Captain forgotten? Kyouka Suigetsu was a deadly blade not because of the steel edge it brandished, but because of its ability to twist that reality that its master had already captured with his words. They were a perfect, seamless pair of adversaries that were both unpredictable and unfathomable. To forget and be captured in the webs of lies and deceit that surrounded him and his weapon was the very same as offering an invitation into the very innermost thoughts and fears that one held closest to themselves. And they would not be spared simply out of morality.
Hitsugaya's own fears had been brought to the surface on more than once occasion. Hurting the ones he cared most about was unthinkable and then for it to happen twice, caused by the very same person... There was little doubt that he would snap under the pressure. And he had. No longer was he the cool and collected Captain of the 10th Division, but a broken child who believed killing Aizen would bring back his fallen friend. Little did he know that the Fullbringer was nothing more than a figment of his imagination brought into the physical world. The blood on the smaller's hands felt just as real as the shihakusho on his shoulders and the ripped coat adorning the wounded human's frame.
All of it was real to him.
"Kill me..?" Aizen asked casually, curiosity weaving though his tone as if he didn't recognize the intent to slay coming off Hitsugaya in waves. "What for? I had assumed that Hollows were enemies of the Gotei 13. His death was inevitable and you foolishly ignored it for so long that the idea of this is too shocking for you to comprehend. That hardly even takes into consideration that it was you who caused this in the first place. Instead of focusing your anger on me, perhaps you should be upset by the fact that it was Shinigami who chastised his kind and put him in danger. Or if you wish to save him at all... I suggest you attend to his wounds, Hitsugaya-taichou."
Written off as less than worthless.
There was blood on Hyourinmaru’s blade. It wasn’t an enemy’s—it wasn’t anything like that, in fact. The Captain could do nothing but stare, rooted to place, blood freezing in his veins. The Fullbringer in front of him did the same. Toshiro tried to tell himself not to look at him (this isn’t real, it can’t be real, don’t fall for it) but he couldn’t resist. Turqiouse locked with those large green eyes of Yukio’s, those eyes that could show so many emotions at once. They were bugging out of his head, clear hurt twisting his expression raw.
"Yukio…Yukio…Yukio—! Hold on, I’ll—" What would he do? What could he do? Aizen’s presence had been completely forgotten by that point, at least by the larger part of him that was set on saving Yukio. A small part of him was barely keeping track of the ex-Captain’s reiastu. At that moment, the Captain couldn’t find anything else to say as he heard his name spoken, the dulling green irises that were no longer focused on Toshiro.
When the blond began to fall though, Toshiro snapped out of it. Yukio was already spiraling towards the ground, his body limp. Panicking wasn’t something the Captain usually did, but his breathing had accelerated, his palms were shaking when he finally decided to make his move. ”Yukio!” That sound didn’t seem like something would come from the icy prodigy, but it did. And he was reaching out towards the blond desperately, wrapping a hand around his wrist without hesitation. For a moment, Toshiro thought he’d heard a snap come from the Fullbringer’s shoulder, which made his throat close up, dry.
Yukio. Yukio. Answer me.
He wasn’t moving. Instead, his body hung limp in the snow-haired’s grip, “Y—Yukio…” His voice sounded strange, even to his own ears. Said Fullbringer didn’t answer, only swinging limply from Toshiro’s hand, head craned to the side awkwardly, and chin dipped downward. Blood was still dripping from his form and onto the ground below. There was no sound from him—no warmth, no reiastu, no Yukio. From the ex-Captain’s point of view, Toshiro wasn’t moving. Instead, he was staring at Yukio, wide-eyed.
"Yukio…Yukio…"
It was happening again. Again.
The boy would not answer as he was protected from the cruel fate of falling to the city below, chilled hands wrapping around a cooling wrist to jerk him to a stop high above. He hung there limply, blood still dripping from his wound and unresponsive to the calling of his name over and over by the Captain that held him. Fingers didn't twitch, not did his eyelids flutter behind the fringe of messy, stained blond hair that covered them. Perhaps if Hitsugaya's fingers were placed correctly over the Fullbringer's pulse, he would be able to feel one of the last weakened heartbeats that Yukio's body could muster.
-- And still the observing Lord had done nothing else but watch this heartbreaking scene unfold before him. Many opportunities to slay the ice cold Captain had been lost, but who was to say that he considered it a loss at all? Against a god there was no hope of survival if that deity had deemed it so; Hitsugaya was no more than a simple plaything to pass the time, to alleviate his boredom of this wretched existence down here below his ever-calling throne above them. This was merely a small portion of his power and a stepping-stone to what would ultimately reveal his grand plan.
Aizen was a kind god, after all. Had he not let the boy be killed by one of the people he treasured the most? Gratitude should have been offered to him at his feet simply for not having murdered the young human himself. Still, he cold not help his expression from remaining twisted into that familiar knowing smirk, amusement lighting up dark irises as he peered down at the pair that had dropped in altitude.
"Ah--... Yes, now I remember," the Lord started again, acting as if he had come to a realization upon watching the sight before him. "I was wondering why this had seemed so familiar to me. It was an annoying feeling, you see... -- but it will plague me no longer. Hinamori-kun would know what I'm speaking of. Had you not done the very same to her, Hitsugaya-taichou? You seem the type to destroy everything you cherish... How is she, by the way? I do miss my old Lieutenant... Perhaps I should pay her a visit after this as well."
There was little doubt that he was teasing -- no memory of causing the Ten's Captain to impale his childhood friend would easily escape him in the manner that he claimed. But who was he to cause Hitsugaya anymore guilt than he already had?
Written off as less than worthless.
He should’ve seen it coming. When he first slashed across Aizen’s chest, he’d thought that maybe he’d gotten faster, better, enough to finally beat the ex-Captain. Of course, when it came to Aizen, Toshiro always ended up being wrong. Mistakes he should never make in front of the traitor, that could see every move, every flaw. It only made him more terrifying than he already was. Hitsugaya’s arm had twisted, leaving a deep laceration across his abdomen. Blood had spilled and Hitsugaya was left staring for a moment.
It was a moment. Just a moment. And the Captain blinked.
Everything had changed. It wasn’t Aizen anymore—it wasn’t anything like that. Green eyes, small stature, gloved hands, dark clothes—all of it was so painstakingly familiar, but certainly in the wrong place. He, out of all people, should not be on the battlefield, should not be anywhere near—…his blade. Blood had spilled and it wasn’t Aizen’s, it was Yukio’s.
It was just as before—Hinamori staring at him with wide eyes, trembling and blood—“Shiro-chan…” and it only made the Captain’s eyes widen further, hands shaking around the hilt of his sword. The sword that had hurt Hinamori, the sword that had hurt Yukio. He was unaware how long he had stayed in the same spot, staring at the Fullbringer, fingers loosening and almost dropping Hyourinmaru in the process. His stomach had turned, his lips parted,
"Y…Yukio…"
Not again. Not again.
Warm blood splashed across the young blond's face and hair, staining the hints of white fabric he was wearing a dark pink and soaking into his coat. It dripped from the tip of Hyourinmaru to the city far below them and down Yukio's front. There was so much red that it was impossible to ignore -- except for those wide green eyes that stared, terrified, into the shocked gaze of the smaller Captain. To think that someone that had become so close to him could do this--
Those green eyes were filled with betrayal and pain and confusion before they began dulling in color. They were no longer bright and full of life, but paled just as his skin did. Eyelids drooped and though his muscles began growing weaker it had been hard to pull his darkening focus away from that all too familiar face.
"... To--..... shi--ro...." His words were choked through the blood that rose into his throat and fell past his lips. Yukio began falling away from Toshiro as he no longer held the strength to remain standing atop solidified reishi.
A chuckle could be heard just past the scene; the Lord himself and simply watched as it had unfolded before him. He could only imagine the emotional trauma the youngest Captain of the Gotei was being forced through once again, devious smile smoothing over his expression as the thought crossed his mind. First his former Lieutenant and now this worthless, failed experiment of a Hollow-hybrid.
Kyouka Suigetsu was gripped tightly within strong fingers at his side. It should have been obvious that the illusion blade's abilities would be taken advantage of, but to think that the very same trick would be fallen for twice was particularly amusing. And saddening. Hitsugaya Toshiro had not grown as much as he had thought, had not hardened his resolve as much as he thought and had certainly not closed the gap between himself and a God as much as he thought.
"My, Hitsugaya-taichou... I would offer to finish him off, but it appears as if you've already done the honors."