Building From The Ashes
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ByaRen AU, where the war with Aizen has just finished. A very devastating war, so I had to kill a lot of characters. I tried to eliminate the ones I had no special affection to but even so, some of these were kinda hard to let go.
WARNING! WARNING!WARNING!
Character-Death abounds in this chapter, some more crude then other.
The war with Aizen has just finished. A very devastating war, so I had to kill a lot of characters. I mean a lot! I made a rough estimate and I killed about 40% of characters!
I tried to eliminate the ones I had no special affection to but even so, some of these were kinda hard to let go.And I'm not known to like the usual mainstream characters so...
Be warn as you read ahead.abounds in this chapter, some more crude then other.
Thank you for the review:]
ferler - Thank you for your steady support;) And yeah a lot of people died in this war. This chapter is kind of a list of those dead:(
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Consuming screams echo in the air, muffled by the stillness of death.
And the players of the game crowd the ground, aimless and erratic, stumbling on the lifeless pieces of each other.
The four remaining Espada mile about, uncertain of the faith that awaits them. They mean not, nor do they aspire to, pose any threat to the Shinigami. Their prodigious healing properties have them speedily recovering by themselves, albeit the loss of some limbs; Grimmjow seems to have lost his arm, again; Halibel is lacking three Fracción and seems a hollow of her former glory. Nelliel and Stark appear to have defected from what’s left of the Arrancar ranks and stand by grieving and torn Shinigami.
*
A yellow bow-tie, an orange scarf and a frilly white shirt are all that is left from three of the Vizard. The five remaining ones stand about, wayward and blown by the loss. Semblance of the Hollow mask still partially visible, as if the environment has a grip on their inner demons or the sacrifice is so colossal that they lack the strength to turn back fully. Shinji and Hiyori both stand by Kensei who kneels down, gripping an orange scarf in his hands. Love and Lisa, respectively, hold the frilly shirt and the yellow bow-tie. All carry vacant expressions and dried eyes. Hollows don’t cry!
*
Yamamoto-soutaichou reigns over the destruction of Las Noches, Aizen Sousuke and his army of Hollows. With an expressionless face, but a sense of fulfilment and accomplishment that not even the sight of his soldiers lying in the ground, lost – his fukutaichou among them – seems to dispel. Aizen kneels by his side, held down only by the wooden staff - that is Ryuujin Jakka in its unreleased form - pressed to his left shoulder; no fighting in him but no sign of defeat, either.
*
Frantic are the members of the medical Division. Seemingly the only moving things in the landscape. Running back and forth amongst the salvageable, the lost and the dead. Paying no mind to the losses in their ranks. What are one less fukutaichou and a few seated officers in this bedlam?
*
Mayuri maunders about the disrespect and carelessness with one’s work as he wanders about the red tainted white collecting pieces of Nemu’s torn body. An arm, here. An eye, there. Strands of hair, everywhere.
*
Urahara – green-stripped-white hat in hand, head bowed and tear-streaked face – places a consoling hand on the back of an inconsolable Yoruichi who bawls over the dead body of Soifon. Beautiful, serene and fierce even in death.
*
Shunsui holds Ukitake close to his body. The cold hands of Stark – also enveloping Jyuushiro – help steadying them and keep Jyuushiro from reaching the maimed bodies of Kiyone and Sentaru. The brave third seats of 13th Division, both killed trying to protect their captain.
The guilt and hopelessness rake sobs from Jyuushiro’s thin body that are nearly too painful to bear witness to, but the Shinigami and the Arrancar bear it. The love, admiration and devotion demand it. Jyuushiro grips the arms around him seeking the strength that eludes him, grounding the sanity that escapes him.
*
Kira cradles his stomach with both hands as he hurls his guts out, next to the Wabisuke-weighted down and headless body of Gin. The vomit alternates with tears that run down his face silently. He unhooks one hand from his belly and tries to reach the outstretched hand of his long time tormenter but then the bile rises up again. Shuuhei keeps just one soothing hand on his back, as the other holds Tousen’s broken glasses, snatched from the traitor in a bout of furry as he too killed his former captain. No remorse; they do not merit remorse. Not after the desertion, the attacks, the killing, their comrades, his friends; Kira, Renji, Hinamori...
Komamura Sajin keeps close by, an eye on the bodies of Ichimaru Gin and Tousen Kaname as if to be certain of their permanent demise.
*
Yumichika frantically searches the bodies on the ground for a bald head with matching red eyelids, a look of mad despair on his face. Dishevelled and missing his eyelashes’ feathers he keeps calling out for Ikkaku. Zaraki and Yachiru search with him; for Madarame; for Maki-Maki, for all and every single warrior of 11th Division, cataloguing the damage and mourning the dead, quietly.
*
Hitsugaya lays trapped in a tower of blood and ice, mixed in, deadly and horrifying. His still opened eyes are lifeless as his body melts away. Matsumoto too, stares lifelessly at the melting of her captain, no response, no reaction, no tears, no bawling. She just stands there as the ice weeps for her.
*
An injured Chad cradles an unconscious Orihime. Her Shun Shun Rikka zoom around them like bees over a particularly succulent flower. Trying to turn back the time to a more joyous instant and heal. They heal the strong one holding their Orihime and persist in healing her. Only, nothing seems wrong with Orihime.
Ishida Ryuuken feels lost and out of place trying to calm down a wailing Isshin, when he isn’t at all calm. Thrown in this fight where he did not belong, did not want to belong. And made to use the powers he never wanted in the first place. Made to watch a boy, his son’s age, turn into a Hollow and then into something harrowing. Watch his son suffer till near death and now veil his still, unaware and comatose form. And on top of it all, assuage Isshin, grieving over the still Hollowfied body of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Senselessness infests the white.
Dead bodies everywhere pollute the taintlessness of the black.
July2009©MarinLiliz
WARNING! WARNING!WARNING!
Character-Death abounds in this chapter, some more crude then other.
The war with Aizen has just finished. A very devastating war, so I had to kill a lot of characters. I mean a lot! I made a rough estimate and I killed about 40% of characters!
I tried to eliminate the ones I had no special affection to but even so, some of these were kinda hard to let go.And I'm not known to like the usual mainstream characters so...
Be warn as you read ahead.abounds in this chapter, some more crude then other.
Thank you for the review:]
ferler - Thank you for your steady support;) And yeah a lot of people died in this war. This chapter is kind of a list of those dead:(
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Consuming screams echo in the air, muffled by the stillness of death.
And the players of the game crowd the ground, aimless and erratic, stumbling on the lifeless pieces of each other.
The four remaining Espada mile about, uncertain of the faith that awaits them. They mean not, nor do they aspire to, pose any threat to the Shinigami. Their prodigious healing properties have them speedily recovering by themselves, albeit the loss of some limbs; Grimmjow seems to have lost his arm, again; Halibel is lacking three Fracción and seems a hollow of her former glory. Nelliel and Stark appear to have defected from what’s left of the Arrancar ranks and stand by grieving and torn Shinigami.
A yellow bow-tie, an orange scarf and a frilly white shirt are all that is left from three of the Vizard. The five remaining ones stand about, wayward and blown by the loss. Semblance of the Hollow mask still partially visible, as if the environment has a grip on their inner demons or the sacrifice is so colossal that they lack the strength to turn back fully. Shinji and Hiyori both stand by Kensei who kneels down, gripping an orange scarf in his hands. Love and Lisa, respectively, hold the frilly shirt and the yellow bow-tie. All carry vacant expressions and dried eyes. Hollows don’t cry!
Yamamoto-soutaichou reigns over the destruction of Las Noches, Aizen Sousuke and his army of Hollows. With an expressionless face, but a sense of fulfilment and accomplishment that not even the sight of his soldiers lying in the ground, lost – his fukutaichou among them – seems to dispel. Aizen kneels by his side, held down only by the wooden staff - that is Ryuujin Jakka in its unreleased form - pressed to his left shoulder; no fighting in him but no sign of defeat, either.
Frantic are the members of the medical Division. Seemingly the only moving things in the landscape. Running back and forth amongst the salvageable, the lost and the dead. Paying no mind to the losses in their ranks. What are one less fukutaichou and a few seated officers in this bedlam?
Mayuri maunders about the disrespect and carelessness with one’s work as he wanders about the red tainted white collecting pieces of Nemu’s torn body. An arm, here. An eye, there. Strands of hair, everywhere.
Urahara – green-stripped-white hat in hand, head bowed and tear-streaked face – places a consoling hand on the back of an inconsolable Yoruichi who bawls over the dead body of Soifon. Beautiful, serene and fierce even in death.
Shunsui holds Ukitake close to his body. The cold hands of Stark – also enveloping Jyuushiro – help steadying them and keep Jyuushiro from reaching the maimed bodies of Kiyone and Sentaru. The brave third seats of 13th Division, both killed trying to protect their captain.
The guilt and hopelessness rake sobs from Jyuushiro’s thin body that are nearly too painful to bear witness to, but the Shinigami and the Arrancar bear it. The love, admiration and devotion demand it. Jyuushiro grips the arms around him seeking the strength that eludes him, grounding the sanity that escapes him.
Kira cradles his stomach with both hands as he hurls his guts out, next to the Wabisuke-weighted down and headless body of Gin. The vomit alternates with tears that run down his face silently. He unhooks one hand from his belly and tries to reach the outstretched hand of his long time tormenter but then the bile rises up again. Shuuhei keeps just one soothing hand on his back, as the other holds Tousen’s broken glasses, snatched from the traitor in a bout of furry as he too killed his former captain. No remorse; they do not merit remorse. Not after the desertion, the attacks, the killing, their comrades, his friends; Kira, Renji, Hinamori...
Komamura Sajin keeps close by, an eye on the bodies of Ichimaru Gin and Tousen Kaname as if to be certain of their permanent demise.
Yumichika frantically searches the bodies on the ground for a bald head with matching red eyelids, a look of mad despair on his face. Dishevelled and missing his eyelashes’ feathers he keeps calling out for Ikkaku. Zaraki and Yachiru search with him; for Madarame; for Maki-Maki, for all and every single warrior of 11th Division, cataloguing the damage and mourning the dead, quietly.
Hitsugaya lays trapped in a tower of blood and ice, mixed in, deadly and horrifying. His still opened eyes are lifeless as his body melts away. Matsumoto too, stares lifelessly at the melting of her captain, no response, no reaction, no tears, no bawling. She just stands there as the ice weeps for her.
An injured Chad cradles an unconscious Orihime. Her Shun Shun Rikka zoom around them like bees over a particularly succulent flower. Trying to turn back the time to a more joyous instant and heal. They heal the strong one holding their Orihime and persist in healing her. Only, nothing seems wrong with Orihime.
Ishida Ryuuken feels lost and out of place trying to calm down a wailing Isshin, when he isn’t at all calm. Thrown in this fight where he did not belong, did not want to belong. And made to use the powers he never wanted in the first place. Made to watch a boy, his son’s age, turn into a Hollow and then into something harrowing. Watch his son suffer till near death and now veil his still, unaware and comatose form. And on top of it all, assuage Isshin, grieving over the still Hollowfied body of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Senselessness infests the white.
Dead bodies everywhere pollute the taintlessness of the black.
July2009©MarinLiliz