Post by Destiny-Shiva on Jan 2, 2009 19:06:43 GMT
Ayame felt a tear fall down her porcelain cheeks. Whether or not the tear was for joy or terror, even she did not know. She looked into the piercing green eyes in front of her, and carefully reached to squeeze his hand; possibly for the last time. The smile which she knew for many a year had suddenly became completely alien. She dropped her head, unknowing of her fate, and reverted her eyes away from the only person she know ever consider as “onii-chan”. His strong smile infected her mind like poison. How could he be happy for her? He was the one which deserved happiness, not her. Justice was completely muddled, everything seemed out of place. Like a jigsaw puzzle with each piece jammed in to fit an incorrect empty space.
She was different, she always knew this fact, but yet now it was absolutely proven.
Myouki Ayame had just turned fifty years of age by soul society standards – she looked roughly the equivalent of sixteen in the living world. Her face was soft, and had a porcelain quality; her skin was hardly a shade above absolute white, as if the pigments had been drained from her tall and possibly anorexic body. Her hair flowed down past her elegant shoulders to her slim waist, the colour of charcoal black. Her ebony hair and ivory skin stuck out enormously, giving Ayame a vampirish trait. Though besides her beauty and her contrast, Ayame’s most prominent features were her eyes – for Ayame’s eyes were heterochromatic. Her left eye shone with a glossy touch of toxic emerald, and her right the sharpest hoarfrost blue, both hidden behind a thin pair of glasses. Her eyes were breathtaking; so ethereal in eminence. Although Ayame had always been abused for the best of her qualities, although Ayame had never realised that this was because of the vilest of jealously, rather than horrific hatred as Ayame had always believed.
Ayame hated herself. So much more than any other being could ever possibly grasp. More than infinity times, she had wished for nothing but to perish forever. However the unfeasible task of banishing this self hatred was immortally impossible, as Ayame was already dead.
In fact, she had never experienced the luxury of life. Ayame had passed away from her pathetic diseases while she was unborn. Ayame had become infected with a disease which destroys the lungs and heart, altering the distribution of oxygen to vital organs causing parts of their bodies to begin to shut down. Ironically, even through her death Ayame had kept a variation the disease which had killed her- a particularly extreme case of anaemia, of which forces Ayame to constantly faint and feel as drained as her skin reflects.
Ayame truly was special. Not only as an ethereal dead and self-hating victim with heterochromatic eyes and vampirish qualities, but because this young girl had acquired amazing spiritual power. The young one had been accepted into the shinigami academy, a place where she could control her vast reiatsu; protect the soul society, especially those of whom her heart belongs to. Which unfortunately happened to only be her “onii-chan”… as all the other children in Rukongai were too busy being jealous and abusing her to show any sort of compassion.
Before that day, Ayame had lived in Inuzuri, the seventy-eighth district of Rukongai, with her “onii-chan”. The area was infamous for crimes of hideous proportions, overridden by thieves and bullies. It was no place for any children, let alone a baby who had never lived. Ayame had only survived in Rukongai because of the person who was standing at that point just in front of her. Her brother, Myouki Tsuharu. Tsuharu had died at the age of ten, from an accident of household abuse – though was perfectly capable to steal clothing and find shelter for himself and his adopted sister. Tsuharu blessed Ayame with his name to distinguish his love for his imouto.
Tsuharu had always been far too kind for Ayame, and she witnessed every moment with unbearable guilt. Tsuharu had torn himself away from the other children, just to attempt to protect her. If she had never existed, Tsuharu would never have been such an outcast – or so Ayame had constantly whispered to herself. It was her fault, as she thought, that Tsuharu had suffered.
Tsuharu wasn’t anywhere nearly as striking as his imouto. Besides his sharp green eyes, he looked almost nothing different from the others of his age. His hair was unremarkably short and brown, and his body tall and athletic. However his skin was constantly patched with purple, from the punches which Tsuharu was forced to endure to protect her. Ayame’s heart thudded to rock bottom every time she accidentally glanced at them, her stomach filled with the wildest of butterflies. But she had always found comfort within his arms, until of course… this very day.
Ayame’s stomach fluttered. Not only because of the terrifying butterflies which infected her, but also from the alien feeling of hunger. As Ayame had not been born, she had never known hunger, and was frightened out of her wits from her first experience. The shocking pain and irritable feeling knocked the air from her lungs, falsely forcing her to believe that the death in death which she had always longed for had finally come. However, even as she had forever begged for her final hours – she screamed that she was wrong, fearful at the possibility of ceasing to exist. She was relieved that it was just a phase, and she was truly glad within her heart. If she had perished at that time, her Onii-chan would have been incredibly upset, so much that Ayame forced herself to endure the curse of existence to keep the strong smile upon his face – though, of course, that smile didn’t help today.
Ayame had to leave Tsuharu behind. If they had been related, then Tsuharu may have uncovered his own reiatsu – but as a genetic stranger, the trait of spirituality had not been sanctified within him. So she was once more alone, as weak and vulnerable as a frail baby recently resurrected from the dead.
“Onii-chan… I can’t do this. I can’t live without you by the side. I don’t want to be a shinigami anymore, I just want to be with you…” Ayame wiped away the tear with her fragile fingers. It was an implausible task. Even as she had longed to become a shinigami for many a year, Ayame was frightened at the prospect when the opportunity finally came. Tsuharu squeezed her hand and smiled genuinely.
“Ayame, you really are ridiculous at times. You’re a very special person, and not just because I’m your lovely Onii-chan! Your spirit is far stronger than the faux lies your mind tells you. You can do this.” Myouki kept her head low in torment. Tsuharu reached out and lifted her head, whilst brushing his ragged rukongai hair out of his eyes. <B>”I believe in you. So believe in yourself, little one.”[/B]
Both Myouki’s embraced each other with blissful compassion. Ayame’s body felt limp, but the soul inside of her seemed to grow stronger, lifted by his reinforcing words.
“Look Imouto! Here they are! Now… you will be the best shinigami of them all, Ayame. Your spirit is fierce, and even I can feel the strength of your reiatsu fluctuating!” Tsuharu laughed. Ayame knew that he had lied about feeling her reiatsu, as a normal soul could not feel the power. Yet she was glad he said this anyway.
Ayame swivelled around, and looked at the two official shinigami that stood there. She couldn’t help but marvel at them with a keen eye. Her heart leaped when she considered that perhaps she would one day wear the same type of Japanese garb. The prospect was far too exciting for words, and she became slightly distracted from the pain of leaving her onii-chan behind. Though the bitter tangs of reality nipped at her heart; and she quickly turned back around to say her final goodbye to the one she had felt comfort with for many a year.
“Onii-chan. Thank you… for everything. For supporting me through all those years. Just pray that I manage to become a shinigami quickly as possible so I can see you again… triumphant. Just know that I’ll always remember each word of encouragement that you spoke. I shall not take this opportunity lightly… I WILL be the greatest shinigami, for you.”
Myouki squeezed him once more, and ran over to the shinigami that had awaited her.
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She's young, she's naive - but she's going to one day become the 9th squad lieutenant. So how did that actually happen?
Please note: Canon characters are used in this, unfortunately. I couldn't really do a fiction like this without them.
Hisagi and Kira have been made into captains in this; just to keep the peace.
If you want to be added in the future - just ask. Five of my characters and one of Ramennoodles are already in.
She was different, she always knew this fact, but yet now it was absolutely proven.
Myouki Ayame had just turned fifty years of age by soul society standards – she looked roughly the equivalent of sixteen in the living world. Her face was soft, and had a porcelain quality; her skin was hardly a shade above absolute white, as if the pigments had been drained from her tall and possibly anorexic body. Her hair flowed down past her elegant shoulders to her slim waist, the colour of charcoal black. Her ebony hair and ivory skin stuck out enormously, giving Ayame a vampirish trait. Though besides her beauty and her contrast, Ayame’s most prominent features were her eyes – for Ayame’s eyes were heterochromatic. Her left eye shone with a glossy touch of toxic emerald, and her right the sharpest hoarfrost blue, both hidden behind a thin pair of glasses. Her eyes were breathtaking; so ethereal in eminence. Although Ayame had always been abused for the best of her qualities, although Ayame had never realised that this was because of the vilest of jealously, rather than horrific hatred as Ayame had always believed.
Ayame hated herself. So much more than any other being could ever possibly grasp. More than infinity times, she had wished for nothing but to perish forever. However the unfeasible task of banishing this self hatred was immortally impossible, as Ayame was already dead.
In fact, she had never experienced the luxury of life. Ayame had passed away from her pathetic diseases while she was unborn. Ayame had become infected with a disease which destroys the lungs and heart, altering the distribution of oxygen to vital organs causing parts of their bodies to begin to shut down. Ironically, even through her death Ayame had kept a variation the disease which had killed her- a particularly extreme case of anaemia, of which forces Ayame to constantly faint and feel as drained as her skin reflects.
Ayame truly was special. Not only as an ethereal dead and self-hating victim with heterochromatic eyes and vampirish qualities, but because this young girl had acquired amazing spiritual power. The young one had been accepted into the shinigami academy, a place where she could control her vast reiatsu; protect the soul society, especially those of whom her heart belongs to. Which unfortunately happened to only be her “onii-chan”… as all the other children in Rukongai were too busy being jealous and abusing her to show any sort of compassion.
Before that day, Ayame had lived in Inuzuri, the seventy-eighth district of Rukongai, with her “onii-chan”. The area was infamous for crimes of hideous proportions, overridden by thieves and bullies. It was no place for any children, let alone a baby who had never lived. Ayame had only survived in Rukongai because of the person who was standing at that point just in front of her. Her brother, Myouki Tsuharu. Tsuharu had died at the age of ten, from an accident of household abuse – though was perfectly capable to steal clothing and find shelter for himself and his adopted sister. Tsuharu blessed Ayame with his name to distinguish his love for his imouto.
Tsuharu had always been far too kind for Ayame, and she witnessed every moment with unbearable guilt. Tsuharu had torn himself away from the other children, just to attempt to protect her. If she had never existed, Tsuharu would never have been such an outcast – or so Ayame had constantly whispered to herself. It was her fault, as she thought, that Tsuharu had suffered.
Tsuharu wasn’t anywhere nearly as striking as his imouto. Besides his sharp green eyes, he looked almost nothing different from the others of his age. His hair was unremarkably short and brown, and his body tall and athletic. However his skin was constantly patched with purple, from the punches which Tsuharu was forced to endure to protect her. Ayame’s heart thudded to rock bottom every time she accidentally glanced at them, her stomach filled with the wildest of butterflies. But she had always found comfort within his arms, until of course… this very day.
Ayame’s stomach fluttered. Not only because of the terrifying butterflies which infected her, but also from the alien feeling of hunger. As Ayame had not been born, she had never known hunger, and was frightened out of her wits from her first experience. The shocking pain and irritable feeling knocked the air from her lungs, falsely forcing her to believe that the death in death which she had always longed for had finally come. However, even as she had forever begged for her final hours – she screamed that she was wrong, fearful at the possibility of ceasing to exist. She was relieved that it was just a phase, and she was truly glad within her heart. If she had perished at that time, her Onii-chan would have been incredibly upset, so much that Ayame forced herself to endure the curse of existence to keep the strong smile upon his face – though, of course, that smile didn’t help today.
Ayame had to leave Tsuharu behind. If they had been related, then Tsuharu may have uncovered his own reiatsu – but as a genetic stranger, the trait of spirituality had not been sanctified within him. So she was once more alone, as weak and vulnerable as a frail baby recently resurrected from the dead.
“Onii-chan… I can’t do this. I can’t live without you by the side. I don’t want to be a shinigami anymore, I just want to be with you…” Ayame wiped away the tear with her fragile fingers. It was an implausible task. Even as she had longed to become a shinigami for many a year, Ayame was frightened at the prospect when the opportunity finally came. Tsuharu squeezed her hand and smiled genuinely.
“Ayame, you really are ridiculous at times. You’re a very special person, and not just because I’m your lovely Onii-chan! Your spirit is far stronger than the faux lies your mind tells you. You can do this.” Myouki kept her head low in torment. Tsuharu reached out and lifted her head, whilst brushing his ragged rukongai hair out of his eyes. <B>”I believe in you. So believe in yourself, little one.”[/B]
Both Myouki’s embraced each other with blissful compassion. Ayame’s body felt limp, but the soul inside of her seemed to grow stronger, lifted by his reinforcing words.
“Look Imouto! Here they are! Now… you will be the best shinigami of them all, Ayame. Your spirit is fierce, and even I can feel the strength of your reiatsu fluctuating!” Tsuharu laughed. Ayame knew that he had lied about feeling her reiatsu, as a normal soul could not feel the power. Yet she was glad he said this anyway.
Ayame swivelled around, and looked at the two official shinigami that stood there. She couldn’t help but marvel at them with a keen eye. Her heart leaped when she considered that perhaps she would one day wear the same type of Japanese garb. The prospect was far too exciting for words, and she became slightly distracted from the pain of leaving her onii-chan behind. Though the bitter tangs of reality nipped at her heart; and she quickly turned back around to say her final goodbye to the one she had felt comfort with for many a year.
“Onii-chan. Thank you… for everything. For supporting me through all those years. Just pray that I manage to become a shinigami quickly as possible so I can see you again… triumphant. Just know that I’ll always remember each word of encouragement that you spoke. I shall not take this opportunity lightly… I WILL be the greatest shinigami, for you.”
Myouki squeezed him once more, and ran over to the shinigami that had awaited her.
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She's young, she's naive - but she's going to one day become the 9th squad lieutenant. So how did that actually happen?
Please note: Canon characters are used in this, unfortunately. I couldn't really do a fiction like this without them.
Hisagi and Kira have been made into captains in this; just to keep the peace.
If you want to be added in the future - just ask. Five of my characters and one of Ramennoodles are already in.