Post by Akira Hinosai on Feb 26, 2023 0:51:00 GMT -5
Akira pressed his body against the wall as far as he could. It wasn't an ideal hiding spot, but in the dead of night, it would serve. At least, it would if none of the nurses were at all aware of their surroundings. However, none of them were that perspective, or Akira was just that good. As soon as their footsteps were far enough away, he exhaled deeply. He had held his breath that entire time. That was close. Akira thought. Too close. Akira poked his head out of the space between the two small buildings. He had to be getting close. Those shinigami that passed him were nurses, he was pretty sure. That meant they were either getting off their shift at the hospital or they were going to begin it.
Akira figured that meant he had a 50/50 shot. Left or right. He'd gambled on his life before, but seldom had he seen the math. However, he was fairly certain he'd taken worse odds before. Keeping his head down, he rushed in the direction the nurses came from. Periodically, he'd duck into an alleyway, just to make sure he wasn't being followed. His inner hollow's words echoed in his head. I hope you know what you're doing Luca. I'm doing the right thing. But thinking of a comeback was pointless. The hollow's voice was just that, an echo, a fragment of memory. His inner hollow had been silent ever since his death. He never thought he'd say this...but he wished they were back with him.
Right about now he could have used some advice. Only he knew that wasn't true. He had been given advice, he just ignored it. Ken'ichi told him this was a bad idea, that it was better to wait, but Akira just couldn't do that. Kaen was gravely injured. That was all he needed to know. The whole seireitei was talking about the attack. Some jerkoff from Huecco Mundo decided to start shit, only it wasn't just rukongai plebs he was terrorizing. Two high profile shinigami were wounded in action. The details were unclear, and the rumors about the attack were often contradictory. One thing was clear though. Kaen Youji was hurt badly.
Akira figured that meant he had a 50/50 shot. Left or right. He'd gambled on his life before, but seldom had he seen the math. However, he was fairly certain he'd taken worse odds before. Keeping his head down, he rushed in the direction the nurses came from. Periodically, he'd duck into an alleyway, just to make sure he wasn't being followed. His inner hollow's words echoed in his head. I hope you know what you're doing Luca. I'm doing the right thing. But thinking of a comeback was pointless. The hollow's voice was just that, an echo, a fragment of memory. His inner hollow had been silent ever since his death. He never thought he'd say this...but he wished they were back with him.
Right about now he could have used some advice. Only he knew that wasn't true. He had been given advice, he just ignored it. Ken'ichi told him this was a bad idea, that it was better to wait, but Akira just couldn't do that. Kaen was gravely injured. That was all he needed to know. The whole seireitei was talking about the attack. Some jerkoff from Huecco Mundo decided to start shit, only it wasn't just rukongai plebs he was terrorizing. Two high profile shinigami were wounded in action. The details were unclear, and the rumors about the attack were often contradictory. One thing was clear though. Kaen Youji was hurt badly.
Stories ranged from having his bankai broken, to having a massive hole shot in his chest, to losing 3 limbs and suffering reiatsu burns. Some stories had all of the above happen to him. Maybe Kaen was dying. Maybe the rumors were true. Maybe they weren't. Either way, Akira wasn't going to spend the rest of eternity regretting what he did in these few days. He had to see Kaen for himself. He had to see if the rumors were true, or if they weren't. Akira owed Kaen that much. I wonder if he ever heard the news about the death of Luca Castabella. Kaen would no doubt blame himself, considering he was there with Luca and knew the whole mess with the vandenreich.
Akira didn't know what he was going to do when he saw Kaen. He supposed that would depend on if he was dying or not. He had a cover story in mind for the hospital staff. Akira was going to thank Kaen for saving a dear friend of his in the failed invasion. Maybe he'd chloroform a nurse and take their uniform, but somehow that seemed less practical. Akira made his way closer to where the hospital might have been, trying to keep his head down and prepared to duck for cover if he saw anyone. After all, he wasn't supposed to be here. Akira Hinosai had no reason to care about Kaen Youji or any of the low level plebs he saved. Luca Castabella did, though. Considering the long shadow cast by the Central 46, Akira knew he was taking a risk. If he acted even a little suspicious, he could be sowing the seeds of his own destruction.
He kept going forward, at least until he knew for sure if this was the way to the hospital or not. He had hoped no one would be around at this hour, but he couldn't be sure. Only the closer he went, the more likely he was to find someone, or for someone to find him...
{Akiras thread appearance}
Silver hair, almost white in the moonlight. Roughly neck length. Faded indigo and crimson highlights. Pallid skin, almost corpselike and sickly...or just some gothic white facepaint. You be the judge. Coral colored eyes, thick black eyelashes and eyeliner. Standard Shihakusho, grey hoodie worn under.