Post by Mr. Butterfly on May 5, 2008 20:40:52 GMT -4
Barda entered his room, shifting a hand through his sleek white hair. The room was small and was largely unadorned. The bed was plain, with two white pillows and a thin grey blanket. A sole picture frame sat on an empty nightside table, depicting a young Barda graduating the Shinagami Academy with two of his classmates he was close with. As Barda's eyes crossed path with the picture, he smiled, but a sad look crossed his eyes.....sadly, they were both dead, leaving him alive. He remembered that assignment into the Living World well.....
....but as he began his recolection of one of his fondest yet horrific memories, a voice crept into his head. Something he's always hated yet enjoyed having, something he regretted letting out yet wished could be free of him....
Kyoumen, his Hollow self, his pure mirror image of evil.
Heh heh, having a good time there, cissy? Kyou's mocking voice came into his head, torturing him. It was a favorite hobby of that blasted fool to mock what he kept dear to him in his mind. Inside, he pictured the wicked fiend grinning wildly, like a lion when it sees an injured zebra.
"Leave me alone....." Barda replied outloud, laying out onto his bed. He closed his eyes, wanting to stop time then and there, to keep away from Kyou.....but it got worse. Suddenly, he felt as if a hand had grabbed his face.
You're coming in, whether you want to or not.
Suddenly, the sinking feeling in Barda's stomach from his memories spread throughout his entire body, consuming him, before dissapating in one blast. Suddenly, Barda opened his eyes.
He found himself in his zanpaukuto's inner world. The inner grassy plain stretched on forever, the daylight sky filled with the moon. The hill he was standing on was slightly taller than some of the others. On the plain to his left, he saw Garasu. Her face was sullen, and she wasn't looking directly at Barda, merely casting a sideways glance. Something was up. Then, as Barda turned his head to find Kyou, a flash was next to him with a slight sound. Barda reacted instantly.
Suddenly, the scene was almost impossible. Having hit Barda with a blitzkrieg, Kyou had planned on eliminating Barda with a single blow. However, he gave himself away. Barda had whirled around as Kyou brought the small sword down, and using his bare hands, grasped the blade tip. Blood groped it's way down Barda's hands as the blade stuck in his hands.
Kyou was looking estatic. He smiled gleefully, then cackled.
"Hehehehe....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wonderful! Fabulous! You CAN put up a fight! Well, come then, little punk."
Kyou removed the blade, backflipping back to the adjacent hill. He was identically dressed as Barda, except everything was pure white...all except the eyes. Black eyes, with pure yellow pupils than poured malice and an eager for battle and blood.
Barda uncomfortably drew his sword. What the hell was Kyoumen thinking? Placing both hands on the hilt, he shifted his weight between both legs, ready to strike, parry or defend no matter what. He blinked, sweat dripped off of his brow. He was nervous. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable....
Kyou suddenly leapt forward, sword in one hand over his head, the other behind him wildly. In his one handed strike, he came with an overhead blow, which Barda deflty blocked with a two handed parry, holding one hand on the blunt side of his sword. Barda easily knocked aside the blow, but didn't see the counterattack. Kyou's free hand was suddenly at his throat, as the both were launched into the knoll of the next hill. Barda gasped, as both hands went for his throat. While not a tight chokehold, it was enough to get him worried.
Kyou frowned. "Is this all you have, little punk? Sad...I thought you'd at least last a few minutes....oh well. It was fun while it lasted, kid...."
Barda found out something: Kyou, in his pride and victorious ignorance, had forgotten that Kyou's own zanpaukuto was laying nearby. Barda let one hand drift down to his side limply, while one hand fought the choke.
In a flash, it was over. Kyou's eyes were wide open as he saw that his own arm was torn open, along with his upper torso. Suddenly he dissapated - not dead, just gone for now. Barda was hunched over, gasping. He vaguely saw that Garasu was leaning over him, then he awoke from his room in a cold sweat.
"Wha......"
And it was over as fast as it started.
....but as he began his recolection of one of his fondest yet horrific memories, a voice crept into his head. Something he's always hated yet enjoyed having, something he regretted letting out yet wished could be free of him....
Kyoumen, his Hollow self, his pure mirror image of evil.
Heh heh, having a good time there, cissy? Kyou's mocking voice came into his head, torturing him. It was a favorite hobby of that blasted fool to mock what he kept dear to him in his mind. Inside, he pictured the wicked fiend grinning wildly, like a lion when it sees an injured zebra.
"Leave me alone....." Barda replied outloud, laying out onto his bed. He closed his eyes, wanting to stop time then and there, to keep away from Kyou.....but it got worse. Suddenly, he felt as if a hand had grabbed his face.
You're coming in, whether you want to or not.
Suddenly, the sinking feeling in Barda's stomach from his memories spread throughout his entire body, consuming him, before dissapating in one blast. Suddenly, Barda opened his eyes.
He found himself in his zanpaukuto's inner world. The inner grassy plain stretched on forever, the daylight sky filled with the moon. The hill he was standing on was slightly taller than some of the others. On the plain to his left, he saw Garasu. Her face was sullen, and she wasn't looking directly at Barda, merely casting a sideways glance. Something was up. Then, as Barda turned his head to find Kyou, a flash was next to him with a slight sound. Barda reacted instantly.
Suddenly, the scene was almost impossible. Having hit Barda with a blitzkrieg, Kyou had planned on eliminating Barda with a single blow. However, he gave himself away. Barda had whirled around as Kyou brought the small sword down, and using his bare hands, grasped the blade tip. Blood groped it's way down Barda's hands as the blade stuck in his hands.
Kyou was looking estatic. He smiled gleefully, then cackled.
"Hehehehe....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wonderful! Fabulous! You CAN put up a fight! Well, come then, little punk."
Kyou removed the blade, backflipping back to the adjacent hill. He was identically dressed as Barda, except everything was pure white...all except the eyes. Black eyes, with pure yellow pupils than poured malice and an eager for battle and blood.
Barda uncomfortably drew his sword. What the hell was Kyoumen thinking? Placing both hands on the hilt, he shifted his weight between both legs, ready to strike, parry or defend no matter what. He blinked, sweat dripped off of his brow. He was nervous. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable....
Kyou suddenly leapt forward, sword in one hand over his head, the other behind him wildly. In his one handed strike, he came with an overhead blow, which Barda deflty blocked with a two handed parry, holding one hand on the blunt side of his sword. Barda easily knocked aside the blow, but didn't see the counterattack. Kyou's free hand was suddenly at his throat, as the both were launched into the knoll of the next hill. Barda gasped, as both hands went for his throat. While not a tight chokehold, it was enough to get him worried.
Kyou frowned. "Is this all you have, little punk? Sad...I thought you'd at least last a few minutes....oh well. It was fun while it lasted, kid...."
Barda found out something: Kyou, in his pride and victorious ignorance, had forgotten that Kyou's own zanpaukuto was laying nearby. Barda let one hand drift down to his side limply, while one hand fought the choke.
In a flash, it was over. Kyou's eyes were wide open as he saw that his own arm was torn open, along with his upper torso. Suddenly he dissapated - not dead, just gone for now. Barda was hunched over, gasping. He vaguely saw that Garasu was leaning over him, then he awoke from his room in a cold sweat.
"Wha......"
And it was over as fast as it started.
