Attack of the Overconfident, angry girl [jj]

The images continued to dance in her mind as Iriko approached, images of her friend’s death, the memories so fresh in her mind it was like she was still standing in the blaze as her friends burned. The yelling of the man seemed to come over a long distance, the pain she was feeling blocking out the voice of the captain before her. She felt his foot slam in to her limp body as she lay there, but she would take no notice of it at all. Her body was dragged upwards as the man held her up by the collar, her eyes wide with tears pouring from them as she looked in to the male’s eyes. His yelling continued, but none of it reached the girl, the pain of having to watch her friend die once again was too much for her. She felt his hand slap across her cheek, and slowly her mind began to churn despite the haze of pain and grief. As dark clouds gathered above her, she finally spoke, her voice soft and distant.

“He was already dead… he died in the fire…”

She felt herself be dropped to the ground, clutching her knees to her chest as she talked softly, tears streaming down her face.

“He already died… it’s just a manifestation of him… It’s not really him… it wasn’t… it can’t be…”

Her voice heightened slightly, her pain obvious in the words she spoke.

“It wasn’t him! I watched him die, I watched them all die in the fire!! They died in the hut, it wasn’t really him!!! They’re dead!!!”

Her voice stopped for a bit, soft sobbing could be heard for a few minutes before she started talking again.

“Why… Jashin… Kassy… Namor… why save me?? Why me, why couldn’t it have been any of you who survived??? Any of you could have done better off than me, so why, why save me?!?!”

She screamed the last words towards the heavens before her mouth once again closed, the young shinigami laying there, sobbing as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

((OOC: sorry that this post kinda sucked...))

Jessy slowly opened her eyes, lying in a bed unfamiliar to her body. Groggily she sat up, brushing a few strands of her hair from in front of her eyes. As she sat there looking down at her legs, her memories of the fight started to refresh themselves in her mind. She had fought with a captain, she had unleashed her bankai, and… Namor had taken a fatal blow. The memories of her pain and sadness, the feeling of loss she had felt before… before… the captain, he had knocked her out. Shivering softly, she pushed the thoughts from her mind, bringing her legs up to her chest and holding them with her hands. A few tears leaked from her cheek as she sat there, attempting to console herself internally. After a minute or so, the sadness would subside, and the blonde haired shinigami would look around at her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that she was not in a cell of some sort, instead in a large spacious room, one that looked like it belonged to a captain. The next thing she would notice was the fact that a certain captain was sitting in a chair nearby. Gasping, a wave of fear seemed to overcome the young woman as she scuttled back on the bed, trying to put as much room as she could between her and the captain. However, she had only moved a few inches when she realized another strange thing about this situation. All of her injuries were completely healed, not one scratch left on her. In addition, the clothes she was wearing seemed to be clean ones, something she did not understand at all. Rising softly, trying to make as little sound as possible, she looked around the room for any sign of her zanpaktou which she had dropped at the end of the fight. Above all right now, Jessy just wanted to hold those twin blades in her hands again.

The candle flame was all that he could see. Within his mind, the battles raged; he saw himself decimating legions of hollows, the entirety of Hueco Mundo before him as his stalwart form merely eradicated them, drowning in his own sorrow as it reached up higher and higher around his body, his eyes both twitching and his entire body quivering all over. He wanted to scream, but it didn't seem that there was any point; no one would hear him. That was this darkness, the very thing that was consuming him from every part around him. Loneliness

Pure Loneliness

Nothing, no one, lonely, lonely lonely lonely

Corrupts the heart,
streams through without stopping
Consumes all that try waiting,
And in the end, kills those who cannot part.

The poetry swam through his mind, the expression of the soul the only thing that he had ever had to sustain himself. It had been abandoned, just like all else, in that awful time, and in the end he was still staring at that candle once more in his dreams, his eyes blank, vacant, without life, without light, without a soul. He did not know if he believed in the thought of a soul any longer; and furthermore, he was fairly certain that he had long ago lost his own.

Meanwhile, in real life, Iriko's hands were gripping around a pair of twin blades. He had not wanted to allow her to take them back instantly; the way she had clutched them when he had attempted to remove them told him that much. Therefore, the blades were what he was gripping in his sleep, not his bubble blower, but those twin blades. For some reason, they did not cut him, though they were both pressed against his skin.

What will happen to me? What resides for one with no soul? Why do I have to stare at this flame, reminding me of the life I'm not allowed to have? Why do I have to remember it? Why do I not get to be happy, even when I empty myself?! What's the point of living of dying, what's the point of anything when in the end I'm so alone? Why, why, why, why... The poet's reason is to find the "Why"? Bulls#it, such bulls#it! I've tried... and still... and still...

Tears were pouring down his face now, his dreams having turned to violent nightmares. The Captain of the Fifth Squad loved rest... but he very, very rarely slept.

And this... was why.

The blonde haired shinigami’s eyes fell upon the twin blades that were gripped in the captain’s hand, worry filling her eyes but it was quickly replaced by determination. She had to get the blades back, no one was going to stop her, no one at all. Slowly inching across the floor towards where the captain sat, trying to be as quiet as possible, she edged next to him. Lowering her hands slowly, touching them to the grip as she quietly breathed out four words.

“Slash out, Incisorius Tigre.”

The blades glowed with a soft orange light, reforming in to gauntlets around her wrists as she stepped away from the captain. Three blades grew out from the back of each gauntlet, but the look of her shikai would only be visible for a couple of seconds. As soon as she had stepped away from the captain, she let go of her shikai state, her zanpaktou returning to its twin blade state. She turned towards the door, thinking to run from the presence of the captain, to escape from before him. However, something told her not to, her legs did not move, and after a short while she sheathed the blades and sat back down on the bed. Looking down at her legs she waited, thinking of the events that had led to this moment. She had been a fool, a total idiot when she had fought the captain who now sat before her. He must have had years to get used to using his bankai, yet she had not used it once before coming in to this battle. Did she truly think she could defeat him as she had been? What’s more, she had force Namor to battle, caused him to be hurt greatly, yet he was her friend. Tears slowly began to drip from her eyes as she went over the memories of that battle, cursing herself mentally for everything she had done on that day.

Jessy slowly looked up when she heard the captain speak, looking at him for a couple of seconds before shrugging her shoulders in response to his question and looking away. The female shinigami did not yet know if she was feeling better, but she really didn’t want to talk about things with the captain before her right now. However, the captain next asked her a series of questions, the last one which really surprised Jessy. She had expected him to ask about her name and squad, but to ask whether she wanted to be happy? It had never even entered her thoughts. She thought he would not care if she was happy or not, why would he care about that after all? She had been the one to attack his squad without warning, she had attempted to cause harm to the captain before her, and she had let her friend die in her place. Taking a breath to steady herself, Jessy looked down at her knees as she made a quick reply to the question.

“Jessy Nessa, squad six, and I don’t deserve to be happy.”

Having said that, she continued to stare at her knees, lost in memories of her time in rukongai with her friends. She did not make any movement when the captain walked over to her, only shrugging her shoulders in response when he spoke of putting a hand on her shoulder, not caring what he did at this point. It was as he put his hand on her shoulder that something happened within Jessy’s inner world, a sudden surge of chaos and destruction, the zanpakto spirit that had for so long been her mentor, her inner guidance, shattering before reforming in to three spirits. The ground shook, the whole of her inner world forming in to a spinning vortex of destructive winds. One of the spirits standing there began to speak, her voice filled with rage as it transmitted itself through any link it could, the female spirit howling at the top of her lungs.

“He killed Namor!!! HE KILLED HIM!!!”

The yells were cut off as she gasped, the same gasp escaping from Jessy’s mouth as Jessy’s eyes widened in pain and fear. In her inner world, the red haired girl began to change, her eyes changing to bright yellow with black pupils, the eyes of a hollow. In addition, her face turned pure white, the anger she had manifested combined with having forcefully been separated from Jessy’s zanpakto causing her to turn from a plus to a hollow. In the room with the captain, white gunk started to flow from Jessy’s mouth and her eyes as Kassy, the female hollow, started to take control, the white gunk slowly forming in to a hollow mask as a growl escaped the girl’s mouth. Lunging forward, the hollow like being attempted to wrap her fingers around Iriko’s neck, the yellow eyes staring at him menacingly. Pulling her free hand back, she then thrust it forward, attempting to punch Iriko in the face with as much force as she could. With Kassy controlling her every move, the young looking female would only attempt to do one thing, kill the man that was before her.

A smile slowly formed on the face of the hollowfied Jessy as blood poured from the nose of the captain, glee filling the eyes of the hollow that controlled her body. She continued onward with her assault, repeatedly aiming punches at the man’s face, the rage of the hollow burning brighter with each punch, a feral growl escaping her throat. When the man admitted to killing Namor though, a high pitched scream left the hollow’s throat, flames violently wrapping themselves around her body. With Iriko’s hand stuck to her body, the flames viciously surged up his arm, burning away at his flesh as they travelled onwards. Within the inner world though, the man’s yell jolted Jessy from the depression she had fallen in to. Her eyes wide, fear began to creep across her face. It was at this moment when the final inhabitant would take action. A short, brown haired male, slightly older then Kassy, walked over to Jessy and put his hand on her shoulder. His voice was soft as he spoke, his eyes glued to Kassy while his words were meant for Jessy.

“Do not fear Jessy, you must be strong for all that which you will endure. Please Jessy, be strong for me.”

With that the male removed his hand from Jessy’s shoulder, approaching the enraged hollow with sad eyes. Stopping half way between it and Jessy, he sighed and folded his arms in front of his chest as he began to speak again.

“I’m sorry my love, but this is something I must do. We swore when we first left our powers to Jessy that we would never attempt anything to harm her in any way. I have looked past your offense when we were first awakened from our slumber, but this goes too far. As the rock, I shall judge, and I find you, Kassy of the flame, guilty.”

The earth around Kassy erupted in a small explosion, dirt flying upwards as the brown haired boy’s eyes hardened, hands held out in front of him. Two more words he spoke, the words of the technique he was performing.

“Earthen Tomb.”

A howl of pain filled the air as the very earth of Jessy’s inner world pulled the hollow under, trapping it temporarily by the brown haired boy’s power. Sighing softly, the boy directed his voice to the connection that Iriko had planted within Jessy.

“Well, seems like my time is up. Take care of her, will you? I have only managed to stall the inevitable, she will need someone to help her find her way before it becomes time.”

With those parting words, the boy faded to dust, scattering in the wind as he finally could pass on. Outside of her inner world, Jessy’s hollow transformation had faltered and stopped, the hardened white hollow like mask crumbling to dust and leaving her as she had been before. Her body went limp, if the captain did not stop her body she would inevitably fall to the floor barely conscious. What had happened had greatly taxed the young looking female, she could only keep her eyes open half way as much as she tried, soon her consciousness would leave her altogether.