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sirenspull_logs2012-06-18 09:14 am
blackmoonrising) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-06-18 09:14 am
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We may look like sissies
Who: Mugetsu, Oathkeeper and Occupational Hazard.
When: 06/17; after the sirens
Summary: Ichigo’s out blowing off steam on some of the darkness monsters when he and fellow Titans Sora and Hiccup run across some vile-doers and decide to take them down, hero style.
Where: Starting in Sector 4 and moving eventually.
Warnings: language and mention of drugs
June 17th. It was a date that Ichigo was constantly aware of, a grim beacon of remembrance every year that he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to. It was impossible to think of just forgetting the way that his whole world had been torn out from under his feet in one swift, violent moment. One moment of childish good intention, of acting without thinking. One moment where the rainy afternoon was pierced with a yell of panic before they fell. One moment of coming to feeling pinned down by a warm weight, the familiar smell of Shiseido shampoo on soft wavy hair brushing his cheek. One moment of stillness before realising that this was wrong, this was terribly wrong.
One moment Ichigo had a mother.
One moment later, he hadn’t.
Ichigo’s coffee sat on his desk growing ever colder as he reread the page he’d been trying to study for the last hour. Nothing stuck, he could cram as hard as he could and his mind would still be elsewhere. It would be in Karakura-cho, in a cemetery on the hillside. It would be on the banks of the river on a rainy June day. Even trying to focus on Isshin and Father’s Day hadn’t helped, he’d been painfully aware all day that Isshin wouldn’t have given a crap about Father’s Day today. He wouldn’t have expected anything from his children.
Today was Masaki’s day. It would always be Masaki’s day, no matter what happened.
“Screw this place.”
He shut his textbook vehemently and pushed himself out of his chair, his hands clenched at his sides. Who the hell did those AGI/SERO/whoever the hell they were bastards think they were to keep him there? Today he was supposed to be with his family, he was supposed to be with his mother, he was supposed to be back in that place where he’d learned the truth about her death two years earlier and swearing to her that she hadn’t died in vain, that he was still trying to make her proud and protecting everyone he could with the powers he had bled and sweated and fought to hold on to. He was supposed to be hugging Yuzu when she cried, rolling his eyes with Karin at their father’s antics, he was supposed to be there with them, with his family and-
Screw it. He needed to go out and do something or he was going to go crazy.
An hour later in Sector 4, as Zangetsu cleaved through the body of a darkness creature, Ichigo’s sanity felt a little more stable, but his anger at the situation was still pretty close to the surface. It didn’t take the pain away, but it sure as hell took his mind off it for a while. At least being out in the dark keeping beasts at bay felt productive and didn’t make him feel like he was wasting his time being useless.
When: 06/17; after the sirens
Summary: Ichigo’s out blowing off steam on some of the darkness monsters when he and fellow Titans Sora and Hiccup run across some vile-doers and decide to take them down, hero style.
Where: Starting in Sector 4 and moving eventually.
Warnings: language and mention of drugs
June 17th. It was a date that Ichigo was constantly aware of, a grim beacon of remembrance every year that he couldn’t forget even if he wanted to. It was impossible to think of just forgetting the way that his whole world had been torn out from under his feet in one swift, violent moment. One moment of childish good intention, of acting without thinking. One moment where the rainy afternoon was pierced with a yell of panic before they fell. One moment of coming to feeling pinned down by a warm weight, the familiar smell of Shiseido shampoo on soft wavy hair brushing his cheek. One moment of stillness before realising that this was wrong, this was terribly wrong.
One moment Ichigo had a mother.
One moment later, he hadn’t.
Ichigo’s coffee sat on his desk growing ever colder as he reread the page he’d been trying to study for the last hour. Nothing stuck, he could cram as hard as he could and his mind would still be elsewhere. It would be in Karakura-cho, in a cemetery on the hillside. It would be on the banks of the river on a rainy June day. Even trying to focus on Isshin and Father’s Day hadn’t helped, he’d been painfully aware all day that Isshin wouldn’t have given a crap about Father’s Day today. He wouldn’t have expected anything from his children.
Today was Masaki’s day. It would always be Masaki’s day, no matter what happened.
“Screw this place.”
He shut his textbook vehemently and pushed himself out of his chair, his hands clenched at his sides. Who the hell did those AGI/SERO/whoever the hell they were bastards think they were to keep him there? Today he was supposed to be with his family, he was supposed to be with his mother, he was supposed to be back in that place where he’d learned the truth about her death two years earlier and swearing to her that she hadn’t died in vain, that he was still trying to make her proud and protecting everyone he could with the powers he had bled and sweated and fought to hold on to. He was supposed to be hugging Yuzu when she cried, rolling his eyes with Karin at their father’s antics, he was supposed to be there with them, with his family and-
Screw it. He needed to go out and do something or he was going to go crazy.
An hour later in Sector 4, as Zangetsu cleaved through the body of a darkness creature, Ichigo’s sanity felt a little more stable, but his anger at the situation was still pretty close to the surface. It didn’t take the pain away, but it sure as hell took his mind off it for a while. At least being out in the dark keeping beasts at bay felt productive and didn’t make him feel like he was wasting his time being useless.