Contest Urahara Kisuke FC
Nightmares
Author: Isaiah
Silence, inert, and suffocating.
Nothing could be heard in his cell. It was cold, dark, moist soil and ice that neutral color and depressing. There was nothing I could entertain there. There was no one to talk. Everything was empty.
Urahara, only wearing a white kimono poorest quality, she shuddered. Just a chill through the body. He uncrossed his arms, and rose from the dark area where he had remained until then. Stretched, and tried to get the blood to flow again for your stiff muscles, but that cost him enough how much had been there? "Days, weeks? Only God knew. The passage of time was very difficult to count there.
With careful not to break the thin cloth that covered her, the now ex-captain of the twelfth squad tried to shoot it themselves and cover the entire body. But that was impossible, and a slight crack of the torn dress on her back gave a good account of it.
Defeated, the god of death came to one of the small windows that served narrow vent. One of those damn small windows that only allowed him to look abroad. He rested his head on the wall next to it, and looked out. There was, her future, unique and terrible, that they had decided for him.
The duo terminal.
took a little momentum, and hit his head against the wall. Once and again, and did not stop until her face was completely flushed and a lump formed in her Why had he been so stupid? Why the hell had played God? Innate curiosity had led him astray.
Without being aware of it, a small tear escaped her eyes. Only one, small crystal, which concentrated all the pain I felt inside. Pain, and regret. He cursed himself, and quickly wiped her face. But mark stood there in his cheek, a tiny trace of wet skin that had given him reason to that site. The tower of repentance.
was again dropped on the floor and knelt before the image of his fate. But was not looking, as his mind had gone elsewhere. In his childhood, his past. A better times.
remembered the passion that had always felt for the science, those thousands of books and had memorized formulas without problems. Recalling his death, and the new opportunity this gave him in Soul Society. He recalled his years at the academy, friends, teachers and training. Happy again for the day when he wore the black suit first shinigami, and by the time they got cover with captain's coat. But that did nothing but make the pain returned.
Because of that charge, the range that had so filled with pride, was over there. Because of that love him, those eager to improve, had dug his own grave. He, a mere mortal, had wanted to go a step further and improve the human.
did not take long to realize his mistake, but it was too late. The damage had been done and had not noticed. Le prisoner, rudely and ruthlessly. They put handcuffs, frías, metálicas, impersonales como el trato que le dieron sus captores. Lo encerraron en una celda, y lo juzgaron sin piedad. Condena a muerte, esa fue la sentencia que recibió. Nadie pidió una apelación. Nadie lucho por él.
Estaba solo.
En el mismo instante en el que Urahara se iba a rendir a sus emociones, esos demonios que tenía dentro y que tanto le oprimían, el seco chasquido de un cerrojo al abrirse a sus espaldas resonó en el interior de la torre. El hombre, sabiendo perfectamente lo que eso significaba, se levantó orgulloso y se volvió a mirar a los recién llegados. Cinco hombres completamente cubiertos le esperaban en el umbral de la puerta. Cinco figuras sin rostro alguno who had been his only visitors. Five murderers willing to kill him.
They approached him in silence, grabbed him tightly by the arms, and pulled the necklace he had in his neck. This necklace the same color today teñiría clothing. Blood red. Thin but tough out four strands of the same, and took him away. One in every cardinal point and the last front to lead the way, that was the order imposed. That was the way of traitors like him.
Kisuke, trying to keep all the strength that he could, moved rigidly in step with them and, while walking through the narrow bridge that connected the tower with the rest of world, made his last nostalgic look at Soul Society.
looked up, and looked at the sky clear and cloudless, which was tinged with orange on their own. Throughout that day, or at least that's what he had sensed from his prison, had a splendid time. He smiled slightly, somewhat ironic, and recalled that he had always thought would happen the day he was.
That day rain. A large sheet of water bathe the ground as the sky would be crying for him. Everyone was going to leave, since absolutely no one could think otherwise. But even so, for since the end of the bridge could see a group of newly promoted to shinigami fun with things close to his headquarters. Despondent, looking down again and tried to contain his tears.
That dream would never be fulfilled theirs.
When he reached the instrument of his execution, a bitter little ball of vomit rose to his throat. He was nauseous and dizzy, her body trembling and his knees failed him at times. She could hardly stand, and his henchmen had to drag him to the stand where he died. His mouth was dry and his eyes blurred, barely able to contemplate all those who had come to witness his death. Solo a face, furious, full of wrinkles and a long beard was known. Yamamoto, the captain of the first squadron.
This old man looked at him severely and Urahara could almost hear his words echoing in his head "Kisuke has disappointed me," Yes, that's what he had done, had let the whole world. Had failed them for wanting to emphasize both. He had wanted to ascend to heaven and burned like Icarus with his wings of wax.
The cry of one of the executioners confirmed that all was ready, and a low murmur from the audience was his approval. Two small, plain white cubes emerge from the platform on which he stood, and rose rapidly to stand in front of their arms crossed. Simultaneously, another larger hub in front of him was formed and remained at the height of their bare feet. Urahara, terrified and trembling, was paralyzed and was promoted to the top of the posts.
Tum, tum.
Kisuke's heart was pumping too much blood to your brain to keep him awake.
Tum, tum.
Meanwhile, other murderers executed with their hands the necessary movements to release the reiatsu and releasing the ropes that kept her tied the halberd.
Tum tum, tum tum.
The strings began to spin dizzily to come off, fly and stay stuck in the muddy ground at the end the cliff where they were.
Tum tum, tum tum, tum.
A huge burst of energy left completely blinded to the accused.
When he got back to open his eyes, a huge bird of fire burning fixed his gaze on him. Their wings, two red and fiery tongues of fire descended on him and burned. His vision, eye pain because of the heat that the monstrous thing clear in particular are clouded by time. I wanted to die once, and stop pain. I wanted to leave and forget all those memories that were piled on his chest.
wanted to stop there.
The moment in which his last tear ran down her cheek, the phoenix that would give death was on him. He thrust his beak, hard, sharp, fiery torment and agony seized Urahara. Kisuke
cried, and regretted that they wished this to happen. Kisuke screamed, and hoped that all was over now. Not so, the pain spread and burned him inside. He felt a terrible agony he slowly dies. Suffered.
Completely drenched in sweat, Urahara rose suddenly from the ground where he had fallen asleep, a few hours ago. He looked around, confused, and he remembered where he was. In its living in his tent and safe, for now.
He touched his face, and remembered everything he had dreamed. In doing so, a shiver went through his body and put his hair on end. It was nothing, that never happened, but .... it seemed so real. Lie down again, and turning his head uncovered a sake bottle lay empty by his side.
How
"Sure I will not have such dreams?" He said to mismo. "I should stop drinking.
took her fan, opened it with a single gesture of the wrist, and waved frantically in the air trying so their body temperature returned to normal. Raised the hand that was free, and held horizontally for a while. He was still shaking.
At that time, a gentle tapping sounded after the thin rice paper door that isolated in the world. Urahara immediately recognized that form of itching. Tell me Ururu
What do you want? "He asked this as she stood trying to regain her composure.
"It ... is Ichigo." He said the shy girl after opening the entrante "It's been three days and is about to become hollow.
Ururu I hope not, "confided while Kisuke gave him a gentle tap on the head and went with her to the training camp had under the tienda. "It's the only one who can help me to amend my error and another person to suffer. It is the only way to stop having nightmares. Sixth
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