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Log; Complete
When; February 18th, Midmorning
Rating; PG-13, for violence
Characters; Isane {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fishcake_dreams} and Unohana {4thdiv_healer}
Summary; Isane tries to stop a fully wrath-cursed Unohana from leaving the apartment.
Log;
It was the force of the reiatsu that woke her. Isane sat bolt upright in bed, instinctively reaching to the side and letting her hand grasp the sheath of her zanpakutou that always stayed by her bedside in this horrible place. It took her, however, only a moment to feel as if she should stand down, recognizing that feeling as that of her own captain. But... why was Unohana-taichou using so much reiatsu- Before she could even complete the thought Isane had jumped from the bed, bare feer padding out to open the door, catching sight of the smaller woman's back, Minazuki slung over her back and the power fairly leaking from her. "... Unohana-taichou?" She didn't seem in any danger, but the vice's grip tightened on Itegumo nonetheless, on edge and not knowing what was happening.
Unohana turned at the sound of her vice's voice, reiatsu flaring wildly in protest to the interruption. She had been intent on door of the apartment, Isane calling out when she was only a few feet short of her goal. "I'm going out," the healer said, voice harsh, devoid of its usual maternal warmth. Minazuki echoed the words in her mind, the zanpakutou adding a few of its own. Leave her here. She'll stop us; she'll heal them. "Stay here, Isane." She turned back to the door, the exit mere steps away.
"Wha-" Isane stepped forward, her grip on her zanpakutou tightening to reassure herself. ... That voice... that didn't sound like Unohana-taichou. ... She hardly ever heard her sound like that, the last time had been when they had confronted Aizen Sousuke in the chambers of the Central 46. ... When her fury had been so great... "What are you going to do?" ... Was this another one of those curse days? Everyone had mentioned they were sins... and what was left? ... Wrath and Pride.
"I don't know. But I can't stay here." The urge to lash out was becoming too great to resist. She had been trying all morning to contain the rage, the fury that filled her. It had started at midnight, growing in intensity every hour. It was now a few hours after dawn, and Unohana could suppress the feelings no longer. What little of her that could still think clearly told her to leave, get out of the apartment before she did something that would later be regrettable.
"... Why not?" Isane drew closer to her captain, growing more and more uncomfortable with every step, the pressure being exerted by the woman much more than her own. ... She knew Unohana-taichou was capable in combat, they all were, but it was exceedingly rare she see it, or feel such wrath- ... it had to be that. Wrath. ... Which meant she would have to stop her. The vice's path changed slightly as she began heading for a medical kit nearby, that would have something that could stop the smaller woman in her tracks.
Isane's movements were not subtle, and Unohana knew exactly what the vice was planning. Minazuki was a but a flash as the healer pulled the zanpakutou from its sheath, moving to press the cold steel against the other woman's neck, stopping her. "Because I don't want to hurt you, Isane. You need to let me leave."
"U- Unohana-taichou..." Isane gulped, the motion pricking her neck against her captain's blade. "... What are you-" She trembled at the very sight of a woman usually so kind and gentle staring at her so coldly and without care. "... Why are you doing- You're cursed- Unohana-taichou- Stop it-" The vice could not halt the flow of her words, knowing what she should do, but unwilling to do it.
Unohana continued to hold the blade against her vice. "I can't stop, Isane. That's why I'm leaving. If you try and stop me... I don't know what I will do. Please, Isane," she pleaded. "For your sake, let me go."
Though her voice trembled at the very idea of defying her captain, Isane shook her head, leaning her neck away from the blade tip of Minazuki. "No, Unohana-taichou." The vice captain drew Itegumo smoothly from its sheath, leveling the tip of her own blade at the woman's throat, though she was disadvantaged by having to bend her arm at the elbow, the reach difference substantial. "... For the sake of everyone else, I'm telling you to stand down as the vice-captain of the 4th I am exercising my right to override your command as you find yourself incapable." If the idea of Arrancar rampaging on this day scared her, the idea of shinigami captains did just as much, if not more. ... It was dangerous, people would- people would die. ... And she had to do something.
"Then I'm sorry, Isane," Unohana said, closing her eyes briefly and allowing a small sigh to pass her lips. She lowered her zanpakutou, taking a small step back. When she reopened her eyes they were filled with the same burning rage, now directed at Isane. She raised Minazuki in front of her, saying, "But I warned you." And then, she lunged.
Though she had expected this curse would not lend itself to her captain's logical reactions, Isane could not stop the pang of hurt in her heart as she brought her sword to bare, bracing the blade's flat on her forearm to stop the point of Minazuki, twisting it to the side and bringing up Itegumo's tip in return, leveling it steadily at the smaller woman's chest. "Now I'm the one begging you, Unohana-taichou." She had to try to get through to her, at least, had to try... just once more, just once... "Stand down, or I will be forced to incapacitate you." A kidou was gathering in her left hand, the trip words mumbled under her breath and preparing, easily recognizable by the words as a binding spell.
“I’m sorry,” the healer repeated. “You should have let me go.” She swung Minazuki up and around, aiming at the other woman’s midsection. Hardened steel met flesh, the zanpakutou tearing into Isane’s side. Unohana was careful to miss vital organs, seeking only to injure the other woman enough so that she could pass.
There was a pause as Isane looked down, almost unable to believe it. ... She'd know, part of her, that Unohana may hurt her, may attack her, but... the sight of surreal. ... Something she had never even imagined, even in passing, could remotely happen. Ever. "Unoha-" She stuttered, her blade wavering as her arm shook, other hand moving to cover her abdomen, blood seeping from the gash and pooling around her fingers, the kidou she had prepared fizzling out as her concentration died.
Unohana shunpyo’d behind her vice, raising her zanpakutou. “I tried, Isane. I really did.” Minazuki descended against the other woman’s head, hilt meeting skull with a sickening crack.
The vice's eyes widened, a gasp cut off in her throat as she fell to her knees, vision swimming. Itegumo dropped from her hand as she began losing consciousness, completing her fall, sprawled flat on the floor, hand still clutching at her abdomen underneath her. Her eyelids fluttered weakly as she tried to speak, the last thing she saw before she black out was her captain's back as she opened the door and left.
Rating; PG-13, for violence
Characters; Isane {
fishcake_dreams} and Unohana {4thdiv_healer}Summary; Isane tries to stop a fully wrath-cursed Unohana from leaving the apartment.
Log;
It was the force of the reiatsu that woke her. Isane sat bolt upright in bed, instinctively reaching to the side and letting her hand grasp the sheath of her zanpakutou that always stayed by her bedside in this horrible place. It took her, however, only a moment to feel as if she should stand down, recognizing that feeling as that of her own captain. But... why was Unohana-taichou using so much reiatsu- Before she could even complete the thought Isane had jumped from the bed, bare feer padding out to open the door, catching sight of the smaller woman's back, Minazuki slung over her back and the power fairly leaking from her. "... Unohana-taichou?" She didn't seem in any danger, but the vice's grip tightened on Itegumo nonetheless, on edge and not knowing what was happening.
Unohana turned at the sound of her vice's voice, reiatsu flaring wildly in protest to the interruption. She had been intent on door of the apartment, Isane calling out when she was only a few feet short of her goal. "I'm going out," the healer said, voice harsh, devoid of its usual maternal warmth. Minazuki echoed the words in her mind, the zanpakutou adding a few of its own. Leave her here. She'll stop us; she'll heal them. "Stay here, Isane." She turned back to the door, the exit mere steps away.
"Wha-" Isane stepped forward, her grip on her zanpakutou tightening to reassure herself. ... That voice... that didn't sound like Unohana-taichou. ... She hardly ever heard her sound like that, the last time had been when they had confronted Aizen Sousuke in the chambers of the Central 46. ... When her fury had been so great... "What are you going to do?" ... Was this another one of those curse days? Everyone had mentioned they were sins... and what was left? ... Wrath and Pride.
"I don't know. But I can't stay here." The urge to lash out was becoming too great to resist. She had been trying all morning to contain the rage, the fury that filled her. It had started at midnight, growing in intensity every hour. It was now a few hours after dawn, and Unohana could suppress the feelings no longer. What little of her that could still think clearly told her to leave, get out of the apartment before she did something that would later be regrettable.
"... Why not?" Isane drew closer to her captain, growing more and more uncomfortable with every step, the pressure being exerted by the woman much more than her own. ... She knew Unohana-taichou was capable in combat, they all were, but it was exceedingly rare she see it, or feel such wrath- ... it had to be that. Wrath. ... Which meant she would have to stop her. The vice's path changed slightly as she began heading for a medical kit nearby, that would have something that could stop the smaller woman in her tracks.
Isane's movements were not subtle, and Unohana knew exactly what the vice was planning. Minazuki was a but a flash as the healer pulled the zanpakutou from its sheath, moving to press the cold steel against the other woman's neck, stopping her. "Because I don't want to hurt you, Isane. You need to let me leave."
"U- Unohana-taichou..." Isane gulped, the motion pricking her neck against her captain's blade. "... What are you-" She trembled at the very sight of a woman usually so kind and gentle staring at her so coldly and without care. "... Why are you doing- You're cursed- Unohana-taichou- Stop it-" The vice could not halt the flow of her words, knowing what she should do, but unwilling to do it.
Unohana continued to hold the blade against her vice. "I can't stop, Isane. That's why I'm leaving. If you try and stop me... I don't know what I will do. Please, Isane," she pleaded. "For your sake, let me go."
Though her voice trembled at the very idea of defying her captain, Isane shook her head, leaning her neck away from the blade tip of Minazuki. "No, Unohana-taichou." The vice captain drew Itegumo smoothly from its sheath, leveling the tip of her own blade at the woman's throat, though she was disadvantaged by having to bend her arm at the elbow, the reach difference substantial. "... For the sake of everyone else, I'm telling you to stand down as the vice-captain of the 4th I am exercising my right to override your command as you find yourself incapable." If the idea of Arrancar rampaging on this day scared her, the idea of shinigami captains did just as much, if not more. ... It was dangerous, people would- people would die. ... And she had to do something.
"Then I'm sorry, Isane," Unohana said, closing her eyes briefly and allowing a small sigh to pass her lips. She lowered her zanpakutou, taking a small step back. When she reopened her eyes they were filled with the same burning rage, now directed at Isane. She raised Minazuki in front of her, saying, "But I warned you." And then, she lunged.
Though she had expected this curse would not lend itself to her captain's logical reactions, Isane could not stop the pang of hurt in her heart as she brought her sword to bare, bracing the blade's flat on her forearm to stop the point of Minazuki, twisting it to the side and bringing up Itegumo's tip in return, leveling it steadily at the smaller woman's chest. "Now I'm the one begging you, Unohana-taichou." She had to try to get through to her, at least, had to try... just once more, just once... "Stand down, or I will be forced to incapacitate you." A kidou was gathering in her left hand, the trip words mumbled under her breath and preparing, easily recognizable by the words as a binding spell.
“I’m sorry,” the healer repeated. “You should have let me go.” She swung Minazuki up and around, aiming at the other woman’s midsection. Hardened steel met flesh, the zanpakutou tearing into Isane’s side. Unohana was careful to miss vital organs, seeking only to injure the other woman enough so that she could pass.
There was a pause as Isane looked down, almost unable to believe it. ... She'd know, part of her, that Unohana may hurt her, may attack her, but... the sight of surreal. ... Something she had never even imagined, even in passing, could remotely happen. Ever. "Unoha-" She stuttered, her blade wavering as her arm shook, other hand moving to cover her abdomen, blood seeping from the gash and pooling around her fingers, the kidou she had prepared fizzling out as her concentration died.
Unohana shunpyo’d behind her vice, raising her zanpakutou. “I tried, Isane. I really did.” Minazuki descended against the other woman’s head, hilt meeting skull with a sickening crack.
The vice's eyes widened, a gasp cut off in her throat as she fell to her knees, vision swimming. Itegumo dropped from her hand as she began losing consciousness, completing her fall, sprawled flat on the floor, hand still clutching at her abdomen underneath her. Her eyelids fluttered weakly as she tried to speak, the last thing she saw before she black out was her captain's back as she opened the door and left.