"I'm sorry I failed you."
W hy were they fated to be burdened so inhumanly? Blasphemed by ordinances conceived by the unjust absurdity of diverse power-hungry minds. – Manufactured by the instructions and administrations of the elders of central forty-six – who were they to rule others? – to dictate them? – to urge, forcingly ‘neath the guise of unrelenting warnings, friends to clash blades, to shed one another’s Ichor adrift, for the sake of a balance unceasingly unfazed? – He’s tortuously aching, a young boy who priorly laughed ‘fore stepping onto this platform of judgment, not by the arms who were in the midst of crushing his own ‘gainst his torso, he hears a singular bone snap in result of its pressure yet winces not to its stinging discomfort, as he frantically attempted to liberate himself from the confinements of several men – but by the infuriatingly anguish screams of his companion which resonated adjacently at his forefront as he was being gashed, massacred like a stray animal, for being overpowered by him. He was being treated no dissimilar than a piece of unwanted meat
… because of him.
“ Stop this!! Let me go!! – Kusaakaaa! “ he shouts, he cries with broken vocals – but they do not exempt him until an irrevocable strike athwart Kusaka’s shoulder was forthwith executed, gradually causing the pitiable man to ultimately collapse to the ground with an earsplitting sound … and unhesitatingly did the young boy haste to his besmirched flank. Shakenly – In distraught – he bites his lower lip momentarily. Stunned. He was horrified by the events transpired. Kusaka was laying there, unable to move an ounce – immobilized in an ever-widening puddle of blood. Shouting vulgarities … Expiring. “ K – Kusaka … “ he calls out, striving to cease the bleeding on the other’s lacerated throat, attaining their recognition albeit temporarily; the life in his eyes was fading as rapidly as his temperament. “ Hold on. Breathe. ” Hands now engulfed ‘neath crimson are jostled aside as if they were prying flies by Kusaka’s elbow and he is told to back off. But he couldn’t. He would never. this was his fault. He looks up at the elders — at the members of the second division, adults who were meant to preserve the youth, with an expression depicting the need for aid.- They gave him naught but dismissive silence. Anxiety rises, he feels as if he was burning under the heat of an oven. I’m sorry I failed you.
Kusaka’s voice sweeps his heart in a mere hush, breath gasping, whisper. He’s dying. He’s slipping away ‘neath his diminutive form. No. No. He presses on the wound again. Tears forming in the corners of teal juvenility. – They were supposed to go train together after this conference. Share Riceballs for dinner and stargaze at twilight hours. “ Shut up! – You didn't “ he chokes. “ You didn’t do anything! I’m the one … I’m the one who failed you! “ how he tried so vigorously to reason with them, to change their outrageous verdict so he could refrain this from happening but he failed. He had been too powerless, ineffective, and now he’s grieving the repercussion. Why were they fated to be so burdened? He never wanted these powers – to become a Shinigami – he nearly froze his grandmother to death and now he killed Kusaka- chest tightens by the realization unfolding - trembling lips ajar- he weeps- heartbreaking sobs escape him whilst tears overtake his cheeks - alike an avid cascade, his sadness overflows. Head gingerly resting on his friend’s corpse- the only and initial friend he’s made on his own in the academy aside from Hinamori had evermore breathed his last. Gone.
