Dual Reflection

Arron Deoradh was sitting under a white sakura tree with blue petals. Around him, the breeze blows casting an every flowing shower of petals. The sweet scent of the flowers flows to him reminding him of a dream long past. The song of the air through the trees, and the water running along the creek soothed him. However this times of peace and silence he dreads the most. It was at these moments that he heard their laughter. See glimpses of two figures dressed in blue and lavender, running between the trees. Spot two curly locks of red skipping towards him. Every time they drew closer he could hear them say one word that will always haunt his dreams.

"Big Brother come play with us."

Shaking his head, Arron wiped away the pre-tears before they could fall. He didn't need the sorrow at the moment. He came to his inner world to meditate and clear his fury towards his life. The injustices of it all, and the pain he felt every time he closed his eyes. Standing up from the tree Arron walked towards the waters edge. Kneeling down he looked into his reflection. All he would ever see is the frozen appearance of himself. Long purple hair that shined in the sun, and sapphire eyes made him look pretty. Even his walk was filled with a grace that could only be seen in a noble woman. At times, he viewed himself as being born in the wrong gender. In some ways, he hated his appearance more than the bastard that killed his teacher. Only for the thought, that if he looked like this as a guy, then his sisters would have been beautiful. It stung his heart every time.

"Gloomy up the gardens again? Why did I ever have to be stuck with a loser like you as my wielder?" The harsh voice of Schutze cut through the silences.

Arron sighed at the lash tongue of Schutze. He wasn't in the mood for his pokes.

"What do you want Schutze?" Arron asked in a calm tone. Rage didn't suit him like Schutze always said it did.

"I want you to get off your butt, and go kick Shinigami in the jewels. I want you to go slay hollows with your power. But most of all I want you to stop drowning in your sorrow and go do something." Schutze yelled in Arron's face.

Though Arron just ignored him and continued looking into the water. That pissed Schutze off the tipping point. He had been ready for Arron to take the next step, but the boy refused to do anything. Only to drink the bitter wine of sorrow for all his days. He had enough of Arron spoiled attitude. He was going to beat it out of him here and now.

"Thats it you spoiled brat. I had enough of your wetworks. I am going to make you get up and fight wether you don't want to or not." With his peace being said, Schutze pulled from his robes a sword and pointed it Arron.

"Now being your training."

Arron looked at Schutze with eyes dull as those without life. Even as she stood a drew his weapon; he felt no need to do anything more. It was a fact of life those that have nothing to call their own had no drive in life. He was no different, fighting hollows, sticking to other Shinigamis, and training was motions to his life. They had no meaning, and it was just a way for him to do something in his day to day. Something Schutze knew far too well.

“You need to start to take control again. Both I and the puffball agree on that, so here I am. The size twelve boot that is going to kick your ass repeatedly till you decided to take control of your life.”

The gruffness in Schutze tone was more than enough to voice his displeasure. It should had been no surprise then when the Zanpakutō Spirit slammed his blade into Arron’s manifest of his sword. Schutze strange was pushing his wielder back like there was a log that just needed to be moved. Only the spirit was not done with just simple physical attacks.

“I wonder how much your sisters would cry if they could see you right now. Thier awesome big brother wasting away in his own self-pity.”

“SCHUTZE!” Arron growled as he pushed back the Zanpakutō spirit. His rage growing, he called on the other aspect of his Zanpakutō, Adalwolfa. However, there was no action taken by the other spirit. The lack of support caused an opening in his defence, one that Schutze took advantage of. The impact of a knee in his gut and the force of him crashing into a tree stunned him if just a little.

Around him, the blue petals of the trees swirled around him. They played images before him of himself, his sisters, father, mother, and even Dai. Only he couldn’t watch for it drugged up to many of the painful memories. The petals only stopped the dance when Schutze touched the edge of the twister.

“So weak and so foolish. Did you think that Adalwolfa would come to you aid when we both agreed to this?” Schutze words just rolled off of Arron as he stood looking at the spirit.

“You know one of the things that annoy me with you, Arron?” Schutze asked without waiting for his wielder to answer. “All you do is react. You never push back at the world. You never try to carve out your own path. I would call you one of those idiots that would give their all to be a hero. Only you don’t have their drive or even their pride.”

“I am done with this,” is all Arron said as he went to break his meditation. He pushed his will for the image of his inner world to shatter. He felt it crack and start to break before something else pushes back on the veil of the world. The cracks heal and something pushes back on him with twice the force.

“Did you really think that you could just walk away from this?” Schutze laughed as he pointed the sword at Arron. “This is your wake-up call. One way or another I am going to make do something with your life.”