kill. honestly way to ruin my whole week already. I want to delete. I can never win, no one will ever side with me, I can’t speak up, I can’t win. My ideas and concepts can be stolen freely and no one will believe or support me, even though it’s literally devastating me.

just another day tbh.

          ❝ Ain’t my fault this fuckin’ place is a maze. S’ easier to just go straight through.  ❞ 

【 殺 】━

        ❝ You’re gonna have to fix that, y’know, ❞ Gin said as he peered at the destruction this rather troublesome Espada left in his wake. Indifference was the truth of his feelings towards the matter, but constant smiling amusement, and a stern...---almost threatening sinister tone said otherwise.

{ 闇 } — There might have been danger spreading from the goddess of death,- the black widow; belonging to a man who was anything but that, who seemed so keen on grabbing for every branch of life if possible, but it was an illusion in itself— a delusion for she loathed to hypnotize her targets and to make them fall into her eternal darkness without any chance of escape. If knowing her better meant to be near her, no one had ever dared step closer. Maybe it is her aura, maybe it is her looks. The zanpakuto had long stopped questioning the reasons of people to avoid her and let them mind their own affairs. 

Different from her fellow zanpakuto, the mastress of doom does not seek destruction per se. She seeks love and acceptance just like her master. Benihime was so different from her—even if slight similarities might occur. Ohana was more soul than spirit; was more human than soul. A different being, yet tied to eternal obedience to a man. How degrading. But love doesn’t know any boundaries and she would die for her master in no time. Her inner devotion would never leave her chest, her heart, her mind. Even after the hundredth time she said she hates Kyouraku. She’d not be able to abandon him, nor does she want him to abandon her. Prayers go out every time she is manifested for that is the only time she is able to send them along.

„Maybe my wandering around should indicate that I am looking for my master, stranger.” Voluptuous lips form a slight smile as she eyes the man carefully. Lashes flutter and lips part slightly as she breathes tentatively. Surely, she was a catch for the eye, a nymph calling for food, something male to devour, but not now and not then. Not under these circumstances and never for pure fun. Only in battle and only when her master demanded it. But Kyouraku seemed to have vanished. She was aimless and clueless as to where he was. She had been wandering around for a while now, trying to find some reiatsu, feel some spirit energy somewhere. 

Nothing. 

【 殺 】━

       ❝ I’d hurry  if I were you... ❞ the tired traitor spoke softly now, sinister air diluted in a dreary attempt to seem more sincere; lackluster, of course, but the effort was there. She was determined to be no threat---for now, and so the hissing of his aura ceased in one fell swoop. There was no need for that here...to her, she hadn’t prompted such behavior. His routines were riddled with error, with a lack of resolve. Perhaps isolation had softened him from his biting ways.

                              A crane of his pale neck, the tip of his chin, and the squint of his eyes all veered to the side, off---distant---to better grasp the situation unfolding elsewhere. Kyouraku was indeed vanishing, wounded severely by the Quincy invaders that Gin had clashed with briefly on his way to seek out a certain lieutenant of the Tenth Division. Unfortunate-----the loss that the Gotei 13 was undertaking on this day. It seemed that they’d soon lose two commanders within a month’s time.

                              Silence encompassed Gin, and the conflict of emoting or to remain unreadable grazed his features for a swift second, and his slumped demeanor shifted with uncertainty. The mood changed now that awareness of the gravity of this war was finally flushing through his fatigued form. By his side, Shinso whispered of dangers, of retreat for now----until his master’s body wasn’t as battered-----until these enemies vanished or at least reduced in number or strength.

                              But the desire to do good, for once in his life, was a seed of self-destructiveness that was planted by Ichigo, planted by Rangiku, planted by Izuru, planted by the wishes of those he had hurt and betrayed-----for him to be better than what he became. Whilst he wore no captain’s haori on his sloped spine, his sense of duty and connection to the Gotei remained (albeit weak) He did not know where Kyouraku was, or his true state, but he knew by the faintest flickering of his reiatsu that he wasn’t in the best condition. He was fading.