Some things should remain locked within yourself

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Who: Frau, Hitsugaya, and Hinamori
When: Starts the night of the 18th, may also include blurbs from days after until Sins plot is over
Where:  Around Sector Four, then Hitsugaya's place?
Summary: Frau's been fighting off the rather large combination of deadly sins that lead to the scythe gaining control
Warnings: Violence, almost soul consuming, maniacal laughter, simply out of your mind behavior

At first Frau had been able to control it.  The thoughts pulsing from the scythe were always there and always would be.  Usually it was easy enough to ignore them, shove them back down.  Sometimes they were stronger and required a little more force to fix, like his arm being slammed into the wall.  That had always shown the scythe who was boss once again.  While the scythe continued to eat at him from the inside and pulled on his desires to consume souls, good souls and not that disgusting ones he allowed himself, Frau rarely had an issue controlling it.  The only times it flared so much stronger was when a specifically good soul was around or right after he'd fed and allowed himself to slip up a little.

The last few days had been different though.  The urges to ignore the corrupted souls and focus only on the pure ones had grown to the point that Frau could barely control them. 

Why would you want to control them?

Because it wasn't who he was.  He hadn't lost his human soul yet.  He would not become him.

It's who you are.

No.  He isn't.

You were made from a piece of him.  You can't avoid what you are.  Forget your human soul.  You know you will never be able to hold on forever.  There is nothing wrong with this.  It's who you are.

The laughter that had echoed in Frau's head after that also slipped from his lips, filling the night sky.  A dark, maniacal laughter that was far from sane.  Frau's brilliant blue eyes now flickered with a gleaming red light and a lust that shone clearly within them.  Nails black and lengthened, teeth viciously pointed in a wide, dangerous smile proved something was off.  This wasn't Frau.  The scythe was in control, Frau's consciousness pushed so far down that he had no idea what was going on anymore. 

One quick bound and Frau had pounced onto an unsuspecting passerby.  His gloves were off in a second, Zehel's tattoo on the back of his hand looking corrupted by thick veins that nearly obscured it and trailed under Frau's sleeve where they spiraled unseen up his arm.  Without hesitation, Frau caught the man by the neck and slammed his teeth closed over his shoulder.  When the dark smoke that had erupted from the man's body cleared, he was gone.  Frau was once again standing at his full height, blood running in a single line down his chin.

"Ahhhh~  Disgusting.  Alwaysss disgusting.  They taste the way they are.  Corrupted.  Vile.  I want a more delicious soul.  A purer soul.  Yessss.  Kehehehe.  Hahahahahha!"
 

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There was nothing left in Frau to do the fighting. His consciousness had been swallowed completely which left only the twelve year old version of himself to fight. To try to pull himself out of the body of the scythe that had consumed all but one hand long ago. He had no chance of escaping without aide.

when the smoke finally cleared completely, Frau stood before them with a wide, mocking grin on his face. He'd broken one of their little restraints and he had every intention of breaking the rest of them too. He leaned down so he would be on eye level with Hitsugaya and Hinamori and just stared at them with the same wide smile. While the only sound escaping his mouth was slow, quiet laughs, the words were there in his eyes.

I'm coming for you. You have no way to control me, silly little things.

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Hinamori was arrested by that stare. She was barely cognizant when Hitsugaya stepped in front of her; she stared over his shoulder, her eyes locked with Frau's, searching those blue irises from some sign of the playful light that had once lingered there. When she could not find it, she began to cry. Her eyes remained open—still searching, still hoping for some glint of recognition—as tears slid down her face and she drew her sword.

She screamed silently inside. How can you... how dare you threaten my people, my friends... Her hands tightened with frustration at the thing that had done this to Frau; this wasn't him, this wasn't his fault—some thing had done this to him. It was that thing that she wanted to destroy; some part of her itched to do it, itched to act, to reach forward and physically tear this thing out of him with her bare hands. But she couldn't, she was still helpless: she didn't know how.

She knew that if the last barrier broke, she would die to save Hitsugaya. It was unhesistating, certain; she would step in front of him and take every blow to prevent him being hurt. She would take all of it—Frau's pain, Hitsugaya's pain—she would bear it all, if only they could be happy again. If only they would laugh and play like they had before. She would even settle for their glares and arguing—that was right, the way it was supposed to be.

There was no choice, no decision-making on her part. It was simple: I have to save them.

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The pillars would be next, if Frau -- or whatever he was now -- managed to take out another barrier. And after that, there was only one more. But they still had a chance to hold.

His own blade came out in a flash, held in a defensive position. He was about to tell Hinamori to do the same, but he heard the telltale sound of a zanpakutou being drawn behind him. Good. Though hopefully she wouldn't have to use it. Hopefully, neither of them would.

There were still two barriers.

He met that stare without flinching, eyes level, determined, and unafraid. He'd promised to do this if it became necessary, and he meant to keep his word. There couldn't be any hesitation if all the barriers were broken.

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Frau pressed his hand against the next barrier right in front of Hitsugaya. After trailing his finger along it he brought his hand to his lips to run his tongue over it. Even after he'd dropped his hand he still licked his lips. It was a clear warning. Frau knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.

The scythe emerged from Frau's arm, the black tendrils twining over his entire forearm and almost reaching his shoulder. It was slowly beginning to look less and less like a blade as it grew and expanded. As the darkness flowed over his shoulder and onto his back, it began coalescing into what looked like a pitch black wing.

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"No!" Hinamori yelled as the darkness overtook him. She took two steps forward without thinking, stopping only when she found herself behind Hitsugaya's back. Hinamori looked down, startled by his very presence. He was standing there still as ice, his only focus on Frau. When had he stepped in front of her?

Hitsugaya's stillness calmed her, so she turned her gaze back to the creature too, watching, waiting. Her face remained wrinkled with worry, tears still glossy on her cheeks. Her voice, when it came out, was quiet, compassionate; not directed at anyone in particular but rather—as usual—an expression of her own emotions: "Can't we—can't we do something?"

[icy_heavens]

Damn, damn, damn. Was that a wing? Terrific. There would be no room in this place for that kind of combat if he got out. The building, while sufficiently sized for the seals they'd put up, wasn't big enough for him to fight in bankai. Especially if Frau took a winged form, too.

He'd have to dispel his own barrier around the house and take the battle to the open sky, if it came to that. And that would still leave countless people in danger.

His mouth set more firmly at that little display. So Hollow-like, all these mannerisms. But the creature Frau was becoming would not be allowed to feed.

"I don't know." He hated saying that, wished he had a better answer for her -- she looked to him to have answers. But this power wasn't of their world, and there was much of it that they still didn't understand. "Just concentrate on keeping that last barrier fortified."

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Hitsugaya had nothing to worry about when it came to battle in the sky. The scythe would only create one wing. A one winged kor. A creature with only half a soul. While Frau could hardly be considered a kor, the concept was still rather appropriate.

Frau red sparked eyes flicked around to the pillars surrounding him, and he growled deeply. They needed to come down. Fine then. Let them come down. As he lifted his head, a cocky smile crossed his face. He wasn't worried in the least about having the power to escape. The wing curled in close around him before snapping outward. With it went the power Frau hadn't even needed to gather. It rippled out from him, slamming into the barrier.

((I don't know if power could escape the barrier if it's still standing, but if it can... I would assume that Hitsu/Hina would be able to feel the pressure/wind of it.))

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The whole house reverberated. Spiderweb cracks raced across the pillars, threatening to cut them in half entirely. The floorboards beneath Hinamori's feet rattled, and she spread her stance wider.

"No," she whispered firmly to the darkness. It was too soon to be giving up hope, to soon to be readying blades. She could do this; she knew she could. Hitsugaya was right—she just had to focus.

She stepped away from him to give herself room to work. Her hands came out in front of her, one holding her zanpakutou, the other underneath the blade in a sign. "Walls of iron sand, let the clouds condense, a priestly pagoda, grave of the once seen..." Eyes open, she kept every drop of attention on regulating her reiryoku, strengthening both the cracking pillars and the final barrier. She refused to sacrifice one for the other. Without even knowing it, she began weaving in other spells, a rich tapestry of ancient patterns written in the language of the gods, molding and melding their strengths into something even she had never seen before.

The pillars began to change their color, laced with light of every hue and the sparkle of bright, new metal. The barrier outside changed too, becoming more transparent and yet more solid—like the momentary clarity of a wave before it crushes those caught beneath it.

She would save it. She would save it all.