Post by Zeich Yajuu on Dec 29, 2012 23:45:25 GMT -5
I don’t understand…
A faint breeze blew through the streets of Seireitei as Zeich Yajuu, unseated officer of Squad 7, made his way through the city. The sky was clouded, dark with the threat of rain looming overhead, but the Shinigami didn’t mind it at all. In fact, the darkness and the chaotic skies were more partial to his current mood, calm on the exterior but with a storm building within. For the last two days he had walked this path, upon seeing Hibiki Kamikawa early one morning as the medic had hurried off. Curious at the rush, Zeich had followed the man, only to watch him enter the Kuchiki manor, a place the younger Shinigami could not go himself. Instead he was forced to leave, to come back another day while he pondered the reason that the Vice-Captain of Squad 4 had been invited into the noble manors.
Of course, curiosity wasn’t the only reason that Zeich had followed his former opponent. Though the two of them had fought, the man had intrigued the younger Shinigami, making him truly think about his purpose and the real meaning of his strength. In one fell move, Hibiki had suddenly pinned, healed, and defeated Zeich all within a handful of moments. Defeat had not come at loss of life or through severe damage; it had come through salvation. At the time, the unseated officer had been attacking with everything he had, pushing his body beyond limits that should have been respected with his wounded state. But Hibiki had saved him, and in doing so not only managed to win the battle but also win the respect of the other Shinigami.
But now Zeich found himself floundering, oddly enough. Something about that battle had turned his creed of “survival of the fittest” upside down. Sure, he believed in the end that the weak still perished simply because they lacked the means to preserve themselves, but suddenly “strong” and “weak” were thrown into completely different categories. What did it mean to be strong? At the time it had seemed to simply be sheer power in terms of battle prowess, but when Hibiki had performed at the end of their sparring, something had shifted. Though the medic had won through sheer overpowering ability—as was expected of a Vice-Captain—it wasn’t the Kido or impressive martial arts that had been the mark of Hibiki’s strength. Instead, it had been the way in which he had quickly tossed aside all rules to fulfill some deeper purpose, and in doing so had decided to save Zeich rather than simply “defeat” him.
So why did he do it…? He could have defeated me. He could have killed me. He could have simply turned and left me. But he suddenly bound me, healed me, and completely defeated me beyond a doubt all within a few moments. What was his motivation that made him forget the battle? Was it simply his creed as a medic, or was there more?
And so it was with those thoughts in mind that Zeich waited outside of the Kuchiki manor. When asked, he answered honestly, and quietly; he was waiting for Hibiki Kamikawa, in order to speak with him, and had no other purpose for being there. He roughly knew the medic’s schedule, and it was around now that Hibiki would be emerging from the Kuchiki manor. Why he was there did spark some curiosity in Zeich, but he had no reason to pursue it. Instead the young man would only have one focus, and as the Vice-Captain emerged from the compound, the older Shinigami would find his former opponent waiting.
“Hibiki Kamikawa. Might I have a word with you?” That was probably more than Hibiki had heard from him in their entire battle before. Though his voice was soft as ever and didn’t have much feeling to it, it wasn’t as icy as before either; it was just a general, quiet calm that overtook his whole personality on the surface. Noticeably, he was very formal and reserved in his conversation, as if he was very carefully selecting his words. This much was true; since he didn’t speak much, Zeich wasn’t skilled in the intricacies of social conversation. “Our sparring the other day… I have done some thinking, and wish to speak with you. Might I trouble you for some time?”
A faint breeze blew through the streets of Seireitei as Zeich Yajuu, unseated officer of Squad 7, made his way through the city. The sky was clouded, dark with the threat of rain looming overhead, but the Shinigami didn’t mind it at all. In fact, the darkness and the chaotic skies were more partial to his current mood, calm on the exterior but with a storm building within. For the last two days he had walked this path, upon seeing Hibiki Kamikawa early one morning as the medic had hurried off. Curious at the rush, Zeich had followed the man, only to watch him enter the Kuchiki manor, a place the younger Shinigami could not go himself. Instead he was forced to leave, to come back another day while he pondered the reason that the Vice-Captain of Squad 4 had been invited into the noble manors.
Of course, curiosity wasn’t the only reason that Zeich had followed his former opponent. Though the two of them had fought, the man had intrigued the younger Shinigami, making him truly think about his purpose and the real meaning of his strength. In one fell move, Hibiki had suddenly pinned, healed, and defeated Zeich all within a handful of moments. Defeat had not come at loss of life or through severe damage; it had come through salvation. At the time, the unseated officer had been attacking with everything he had, pushing his body beyond limits that should have been respected with his wounded state. But Hibiki had saved him, and in doing so not only managed to win the battle but also win the respect of the other Shinigami.
But now Zeich found himself floundering, oddly enough. Something about that battle had turned his creed of “survival of the fittest” upside down. Sure, he believed in the end that the weak still perished simply because they lacked the means to preserve themselves, but suddenly “strong” and “weak” were thrown into completely different categories. What did it mean to be strong? At the time it had seemed to simply be sheer power in terms of battle prowess, but when Hibiki had performed at the end of their sparring, something had shifted. Though the medic had won through sheer overpowering ability—as was expected of a Vice-Captain—it wasn’t the Kido or impressive martial arts that had been the mark of Hibiki’s strength. Instead, it had been the way in which he had quickly tossed aside all rules to fulfill some deeper purpose, and in doing so had decided to save Zeich rather than simply “defeat” him.
So why did he do it…? He could have defeated me. He could have killed me. He could have simply turned and left me. But he suddenly bound me, healed me, and completely defeated me beyond a doubt all within a few moments. What was his motivation that made him forget the battle? Was it simply his creed as a medic, or was there more?
And so it was with those thoughts in mind that Zeich waited outside of the Kuchiki manor. When asked, he answered honestly, and quietly; he was waiting for Hibiki Kamikawa, in order to speak with him, and had no other purpose for being there. He roughly knew the medic’s schedule, and it was around now that Hibiki would be emerging from the Kuchiki manor. Why he was there did spark some curiosity in Zeich, but he had no reason to pursue it. Instead the young man would only have one focus, and as the Vice-Captain emerged from the compound, the older Shinigami would find his former opponent waiting.
“Hibiki Kamikawa. Might I have a word with you?” That was probably more than Hibiki had heard from him in their entire battle before. Though his voice was soft as ever and didn’t have much feeling to it, it wasn’t as icy as before either; it was just a general, quiet calm that overtook his whole personality on the surface. Noticeably, he was very formal and reserved in his conversation, as if he was very carefully selecting his words. This much was true; since he didn’t speak much, Zeich wasn’t skilled in the intricacies of social conversation. “Our sparring the other day… I have done some thinking, and wish to speak with you. Might I trouble you for some time?”
