Third Division Courtyard
Apr 22, 2016 13:56:36 GMT -6
Post by Lt. Izuru Kira on Apr 22, 2016 13:56:36 GMT -6
"Dawning Days": (continued)
Let him kick their asses if you ask me! They need to keep their mouths shut! They don’t know shit!
He sighed as Izuru heard Ikkaku’s voice echo in his head. In the three weeks of their freedom, Izuru had pulled Sojiro out of five different fights. Seven if you counted the near bouts Sojiro was almost in if he had not been standing right next to him. With the whispers moving around the Gotei about his mom and dad, the boy's turning of the cheek had worn thin. He was tired of people bad mouthing them or saying untruths. He was tired of talking to them and trying to make them understand that what they were saying was not facts and he wanted them to know the facts, but when Sojiro came across the ones that just did not want to listen; he used brute force to make them regret ever speaking ill of his parents.
Combing his fingers through his hair he looked across the courtyard of the Third Division. Kita was in the Fourth Division like she had been everyday for the last three weeks and today Sojiro was with Ukitake. Izuru did not think it was wise for Sojiro to be out walking the streets with the fight he had the other day. If he had not healed Sojiro before Kita saw him, she would have went off. On them both. Izuru shook his head and looked to the ground. Blood still stained certain places from the battle that took place a little over a year ago and fresh blood even laid over it from the battle three weeks ago. It made him think of the last few weeks with Sojiro.
The boy had developed a temper in the last few weeks. Izuru had seen this. Even in Las Noches he could see the change in him, but he kept them tucked deep inside to protect himself and his parents. Now that they were free of the hell, Sojiro's emotions were now able to flow freely. Without channeling them properly he could become uncontrollable. He could not let that happen to Sojiro; he had grown too attached to him. It was time Sojiro found his place in the Academy and Izuru was going to make sure the boy walked the straight and narrow until that time could finally take place. Even if he had to keep a leash on the kid to keep him close.
“Will it ever end? Will the blood never stop flowing?” He looked up into the afternoon sky the sun still slightly shielded from the thick smoke that burned yesterday from the burning of more bodies they had found.
His eyes closed as he sighed deeply. “Please let Ichimaru still be alive. For his family’s sake.”
Fade
Let him kick their asses if you ask me! They need to keep their mouths shut! They don’t know shit!
He sighed as Izuru heard Ikkaku’s voice echo in his head. In the three weeks of their freedom, Izuru had pulled Sojiro out of five different fights. Seven if you counted the near bouts Sojiro was almost in if he had not been standing right next to him. With the whispers moving around the Gotei about his mom and dad, the boy's turning of the cheek had worn thin. He was tired of people bad mouthing them or saying untruths. He was tired of talking to them and trying to make them understand that what they were saying was not facts and he wanted them to know the facts, but when Sojiro came across the ones that just did not want to listen; he used brute force to make them regret ever speaking ill of his parents.
Combing his fingers through his hair he looked across the courtyard of the Third Division. Kita was in the Fourth Division like she had been everyday for the last three weeks and today Sojiro was with Ukitake. Izuru did not think it was wise for Sojiro to be out walking the streets with the fight he had the other day. If he had not healed Sojiro before Kita saw him, she would have went off. On them both. Izuru shook his head and looked to the ground. Blood still stained certain places from the battle that took place a little over a year ago and fresh blood even laid over it from the battle three weeks ago. It made him think of the last few weeks with Sojiro.
The boy had developed a temper in the last few weeks. Izuru had seen this. Even in Las Noches he could see the change in him, but he kept them tucked deep inside to protect himself and his parents. Now that they were free of the hell, Sojiro's emotions were now able to flow freely. Without channeling them properly he could become uncontrollable. He could not let that happen to Sojiro; he had grown too attached to him. It was time Sojiro found his place in the Academy and Izuru was going to make sure the boy walked the straight and narrow until that time could finally take place. Even if he had to keep a leash on the kid to keep him close.
“Will it ever end? Will the blood never stop flowing?” He looked up into the afternoon sky the sun still slightly shielded from the thick smoke that burned yesterday from the burning of more bodies they had found.
His eyes closed as he sighed deeply. “Please let Ichimaru still be alive. For his family’s sake.”
Fade