Closed RP: Byakuya and Gin.
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((This is backdated to take place the day after the spiked tea and subsequent Time For Sex~! encounter. Apologies in advance if my responses are lagged. I'll keep up with this as often as I'm around. ^_^
Warning... this is going to get pretty violent and gory, with both players' consent, of course.))
Byakuya had nearly been able to excuse Gin humiliating him once, because he had, it seemed, participated willingly in every act, though he still couldn't say why or how he'd undergone such a severe lapse in judgment. It wasn't that being intimate with a man bothered him any more than being intimate with a woman would have; he was normally indifferent to both sexes when it came to useless urges like attraction and desire, and he indulged neither. Gender was completely irrelevant.
It was the fact it had been Gin.
When the unfathomable happened a second time, and he had been quite unable to stop himself from engaging in further depravity with a man who was essentially his mortal enemy, that was when Byakuya decided he would suffer nothing more. He no longer cared if it was possibly his own fault, or the fault of a defective gigai that caused him to behave strangely -- Gin should have known better, and should have stopped things from progressing as they did. He would be made to regret his mistake.
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Byakuya stalked through the corridors in his shinigami form, searching for and then following Gin's unique reiatsu. Few people acknowledged his presence, and they likely couldn't see him at all. It was just as well. What he had planned wasn't likely to be something many would want to witness even if they could.
Warning... this is going to get pretty violent and gory, with both players' consent, of course.))
Byakuya had nearly been able to excuse Gin humiliating him once, because he had, it seemed, participated willingly in every act, though he still couldn't say why or how he'd undergone such a severe lapse in judgment. It wasn't that being intimate with a man bothered him any more than being intimate with a woman would have; he was normally indifferent to both sexes when it came to useless urges like attraction and desire, and he indulged neither. Gender was completely irrelevant.
It was the fact it had been Gin.
When the unfathomable happened a second time, and he had been quite unable to stop himself from engaging in further depravity with a man who was essentially his mortal enemy, that was when Byakuya decided he would suffer nothing more. He no longer cared if it was possibly his own fault, or the fault of a defective gigai that caused him to behave strangely -- Gin should have known better, and should have stopped things from progressing as they did. He would be made to regret his mistake.
Byakuya stalked through the corridors in his shinigami form, searching for and then following Gin's unique reiatsu. Few people acknowledged his presence, and they likely couldn't see him at all. It was just as well. What he had planned wasn't likely to be something many would want to witness even if they could.
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Date: 2006-05-25 02:37 am (UTC)It was probably about time to make his trip, Gin considered. He had things to tell Aizen, and the no-kill rule and the overall lack of interestining violence was beginning to get on his nerves. He could go find some of the leser hollows to 'play' with...
Of course, that little problem was about to be fixed.
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Date: 2006-05-25 04:48 am (UTC)He was guided to one of the unused towers and paused in the doorway, taking in the layout of the room and Gin's position. It was far from being a suitable area for what he had in mind, but he was more than willing to make do. His eyes returned to Gin, and despite making no move to unsheathe his zanpakutou, his intentions were perfectly clear.
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Date: 2006-05-25 05:41 am (UTC)Gin first felt it without consciously realizing, shoulders tensing, a little unease seeping into his otherwise relaxed state. But the source of that oppressive force became clear to him quickly, and by the time Byakuya arrived, Gin had turned to face him, still smiling as usual. He hadn't been hiding himself particularly, but now his own reiatsu began to quickly, steadily, rise. People on the floor above and below this one were likely starting to feel very uncomfortable.
"I've told you before, Byakuya, I don't want to fight you," Gin smiled. By this point it was a futile gesture, he knew, but it had to be said.
And then he was gone without waiting for a reply, shunpoing from the window down across the rooftop, and moving quickly across the field, heading for the forest. Gin didn't want to waste this much energy at the outset, but a head start was a good idea.
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Date: 2006-05-25 06:47 am (UTC)His sword cut through the air Gin had occupied a half second before, the blade clanging loudly against the stone wall when it unexpectedly missed its target. Not wasting another moment, Byakuya vaulted out the window and followed. Although his own skill in shunpo ensured the distance between them wouldn't be too great, the forest provided a unique challenge, making Gin's movements more difficult to track. He was reluctantly forced to admit that it had been a wise move, as he realised he'd already lost his quarry somewhere along the way.
He stopped near a clearing and concentrated, attempting to sense the trail. Very little sunlight shone through the thick tangle of tree branches overhead, and the forest was unnaturally quiet, lending a tense atmosphere to their long overdue confrontation. "You'll tire long before I will," he called, stepping between trees and letting Gin's reiatsu guide him once more.
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Date: 2006-05-25 12:22 pm (UTC)Gin didn't want to kill Byakuya. But if he could manage to seriously injure the other shinigami, it would be easier to deal with him later.
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Date: 2006-05-26 12:48 am (UTC)It was a price he was willing to pay to have Gin's location revealed.
Byakuya disappeared from view, using shunpo to head directly toward his opponent, zanpakutou unsheathed. He gripped the hilt with both hands and aimed the blade for Gin's sword arm.
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Date: 2006-05-26 01:26 am (UTC)Gin did his best to block it though, twisting to pull his arm back in towards himself and try to get his own shortening blade between himself and Byakuya's zanpakutou. Steel rang on steel, but there wasn't any real power behind the parry in such an awkward position, and skin and muscle took some of the strike. Gin kept his sword arm, but Senbonzakura bit into his forearm and shoulder, and in the split second it took for their blades to meet again, the trail of blood had made it down Gin's arm to drip down his hand.
Gin was no longer smiling.
Nevertheless, he continued the more straightforward assault, and the two shinigami darted between the trees, their movements punctuated by the clashing of their swords, and Gin's smile, though faint, returned again.
"I wouldn't have thought you to be so upset yesterday, Mr. Sixth-Division-Captain," Gin said, Shinsou meeting Byakuya's blade sharply enough to spatter blood from Gin's injured arm onto Byakuya.
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Date: 2006-05-26 05:32 am (UTC)Was Gin truly so foolish? There could be no other explanation for it, Byakuya felt.
As he went on the offense, he focussed on keeping his attacks unpredictable, hoping to prevent Gin from recognising any pattern to his movements and taking advantage of it. It was a tactic made necessary by the fact Gin knew exactly what to expect when fighting against a shinigami, considering he'd once been one.
With his defense lacking, Gin was able to score more hits than he normally would've -- the few chances he got. Byakuya's onslaught was quick and unrelenting, every strike he put his weight behind having the potential to be a crippling blow if it wasn't blocked.
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Date: 2006-05-26 01:33 pm (UTC)"Oh yes, I knew. But who would be able to resist the Kuchiki charms?" Gin said, voice mocking as their swords rang against each other again. He showed none of the strain he must be feeling, blocking such heavy strikes with his injured arm. The next opening left by Byakuya was met with a flurry of quick, sharp thrusts, trying to put Byakuya on the defensive as best he could.
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Date: 2006-05-26 06:18 pm (UTC)The sarcasm went unacknowledged, as was usual with Byakuya. Using veiled words and humour in lieu of plain truth was a trait of the ignorant as far as he was concerned. Lightly, he asked, "Do you enjoy pain?" His question coincided nicely with the tip of his blade opening a shallow cut along the length of Gin's forearm. It was a lucky, albeit calculated hit; more blood flowing down Gin's arms increased the likelihood of his grip slipping.
A couple of the thrusts hit their mark, Shinsou repeatedly stabbing through layers of material and right into muscle with disturbing ease. It caused Byakuya to stagger, surprised, one hand pressed to his abdomen as he was finally forced to parry. His clothing soon began to cling uncomfortably in the few areas soaked through with blood, but neither that nor the pain hindered his movements too much. With some of his momentum gone, he accepted the easier role of defense, allowing Gin to push him back with each attack.
They'd be approaching the clearing again shortly, and ideally before Gin realised that was exactly what Byakuya wanted.
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Date: 2006-05-26 10:56 pm (UTC)Gin didn't answer immediately, but his small grimace of pain made his feelings clear enough.
He knew he wouldn't be able to keep up this pace of attack for much longer, and he hadn't planned to let it go on originally. But forcing Byakuya back fed into the part of Gin that beamed maniacally when he slaughtered Hollows, the part that said it was just as nice to see Byakuya covered in blood as in other bodily fluids. So he continued, the realization that he'd moved into tactically poor ground not at the forefront of his thoughts as he pushed the battle forward into the long grasses of the clearing.
"All this over a little indiscretion," Gin smiled. "I would have thought you'd have learned by now! So much pride can't be good for your health."
The pace slowed only slightly before Gin broke away, flash-stepping back for a moment's breath. Shinsou's hilt was soaked with Gin's own blood, and heavy drops fell from the guard onto the grass, red on green.
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Date: 2006-05-27 08:39 am (UTC)"Pride," he repeated, regarding Gin with a strange expression. He had felt little for Gin over the course of their acquaintance -- an acquaintance which lately had him questioning some of what he'd once believed about himself -- but as much as he was loathe to admit it, there was the smallest, completely illogical sense of disappointment underlying his anger, which had been present for a while before recent events, undefined and unnamed.
Disappointment in Gin and his choices. The sort of concern usually reserved for those more important than mere acquaintances. It was a minor inconvenience, that feeling, easily dismissed for the moment to be dealt with at a later time.
Senbonzakura was held out, blade down, perpendicular to the ground. He let go of the hilt while murmuring "bankai", causing the grass to ripple like liquid as his zanpakutou gradually disappeared into it. Immediately, the area fell into an unnatural twilight, and grew darker still as countless luminous blades faded into view, row upon row, encircling both combatants and reaching into the sky. This was the manifestation of his pride, the result of a lifetime spent training, honing his innate power and abilities to terrifying perfection: Senbonzakura's true form released. Gin was the third to witness it.
Byakuya's stubborn pride tended to be bad for everyone's health, as Gin would soon find out.
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Date: 2006-05-27 03:38 pm (UTC)Gin eyed the innumerable blades. He hadn't seen this form of Senbonzakura before, but it neatly defined the reason he didn't want to fight Byakuya. Or at least, one of the reasons. He renewed his grip on Shinsou's hilt, and prepared to defend.
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Date: 2006-05-28 04:18 am (UTC)"There are always consequences to your actions," he said, condescendingly. "Unpleasant actions lead to unpleasant consequences." He refused to utter the word 'punishment', fearing it would call forth memories of things he'd be decidedly better off not thinking about.
One of the swords was summoned to Byakuya's hand, glimmering faintly as it became an exact replica of Senbonzakura's sealed form. With that, he was gone, reappearing a moment later at Gin's side, once again targeting his already injured arm.
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Date: 2006-05-28 05:54 am (UTC)He was only a tiny fraction of a second too slow, muscles burning from earlier wounds. That was enough. Gin had brought his arm around to try to block, but the edge of Byakuya's blade only glanced off the hilt and Gin was unable to do anything more than divert the course of the strike a couple degrees. Senbonzakura sliced cleanly through his already injured forearm down to the bone. It was all Gin could do to keep from dropping his zanpakutou, and he flash-stepped back across the length of the sword-encircled area, moving his left hand up to hold Shinsou two-handed, with his right grasping the hilt only loosely.
"You thought that unpleasant? Then I'm not sure if you can stand this," Gin said, drawing back Shinsou before thrusting the blade high into the air. The tip shot forward, the sword lengthening until the tip pierced the murky blackness overhead and long metal blades came sluicing down from the heavens (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJZZ2fopunU), spearing into the ground all around Byakuya.
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Date: 2006-05-28 12:35 pm (UTC)A rain of spears was certainly not what he'd anticipated.
Dozens of the hovering swords moved to intercept and deflect them while Byakuya simultaneously used shunpo to avoid what he could, ducking and covering his head at the last possible moment. Despite his efforts many of the spears got through, leaving him with assorted lacerations and his haori in tatters, but only one had fully pierced him. With a quick jerk he removed it from his shoulder, a rather
humourously exaggerated ala animegrisly spray of blood accompanying the motion. He then stood as straight as he could, threw it aside, and looked more apathetic than any formerly skewered person ought to."Interesting." Which actually meant: impressive. Or, since it was Gin: impressive, you bastard. Things were, more or less, even between them at that point. They'd both revealed abilities previously unknown to the other, both might black out soon from blood loss, and both... really needed to learn when to quit.
"This is Senbonzakura's true form." The swords had since returned to their original positions, and several shifted inwards slightly as he spoke, as if eager, but moved no farther. "I think you'll see it again one day."
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Date: 2006-05-28 05:28 pm (UTC)Neither one of them had backed down so far, and so even though both were bleeding, it seemed entirely possible that it could go until one or the other was doing their best impression of a human-shaped pile of assorted parts surrounded by a large pool of splattered blood. Gin didn't want that to be him.
What he needed was a distraction. Lifting Shinsou with both hands again, he extended one index finger alone from the hilt, pointing across the field. "Hadou #4: Byakurai." With the declaration of the spell, the thin line of blue-white lightning shot from his fingertip towards Byakuya. He didn't expect it to hit; that wasn't the point. In the instant the flash of kidou ended, Gin disappeared, and reappeared behind where he expected Byakuya to dodge to, Shinsou pulled back and ready to stab forward.
((I think it's about time to bring it to a close, eh? :) ))
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Date: 2006-05-29 03:23 am (UTC)deliciousgross descriptions of blood... XD))He had some idea of what Gin intended to do, and made the predicted move regardless, hoping to keep him in one place if only for a second. It was all he needed. Byakuya easily dodged the lightning, placing himself directly in the path of Gin's zanpakutou, which bit into him painfully but wouldn't have the chance to slice any deeper.
The handful of selected blades overhead seemed to move instantaneously, with a force behind them that surpassed Byakuya's physical strength. He thought it similar to watching magnetised steel snap together as the swords embedded themselves in Gin with a sickening wet sound; sharp, clear ringing echoing through the air in the wake of their movement. Byakuya's back was doused with gore, blood disagreeably warm and thick and not his own. He had the sudden urge to retch as it dripped from his hair and slid in broad rivulets down the back of his neck, his already sodden collars and scarf absorbing very little, leaving the liquid to continue its course downward along his back.
There was an almost imperceptible shudder, and he quickly stepped forward, unsteadily, to let Gin fall where he would. Although Byakuya was weaving for a few moments, he remained on his feet. It all came back to pride. He would not be the one on his knees this time. He calmly turned around to face Gin.
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Date: 2006-05-29 04:13 am (UTC)Byakuya's move was perfect. Elation at the initial feel of Shinsou driving into Byakuya's body, a solid hit, became instantaneous horror as Gin felt the sickening sensation of several blades slamming into and passing into and even through him with unnatural force. Shinsou fell from his already weakening grip when they hit, one sword driving through his shoulder with enough force behind it to send Gin to his knees, the hilt pressed up against his shoulderblade. Yet another ran through his leg and stuck firmly in the ground, pinning Gin in place. And, by planning or accident, of the others that pierced him one drove straight through Gin's already badly injured forearm, right between the two bones.
Worse than the sound they made when they hit was Gin's bloodcurdling scream of agony.
He choked it back on his next breath, and from were he had fallen on his hands and knees, his left hand twitched. Gin wanted to pull out the sword through his other arm, but the world seemed to be greying out before his eyes, and he was forced to concentrate on just staying conscious through the pain, panting heavily. He looked up at Byakuya with his eyes open, red irises matching the color of the blood spattered across his face in thick drop and heavy lines. But then Gin's body spasmed against the stiffness of the swords running through his body and his head dropped to cough thick spatters of blood and spit onto the grass.
Shinsou lay only a handsbreadth away, but Gin's chances of recovering and using it were, at this point, nil.
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Date: 2006-05-29 09:07 am (UTC)Perhaps they had reached an understanding, perhaps it made no difference. Either way, he found he liked Gin in his current position, broken, bleeding, and without that damnably empty smile. So little about Gin ever seemed genuine, but at that moment the pain he was experiencing and expressing was unquestionably real.
The surrounding swords began to dissipate into innumerable, tiny razor shards, reflecting light in the familiar way that made them appear to be sakura blossoms. The shards drifted in a breeze that wasn't there, and gently settled around the two men in the grass for a time before fading from view. Byakuya crouched down, carefully lifted Gin's chin in a parody of a tender gesture, and repeated his words (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/482082.html?thread=23661858#t23661858) from before.
"You wasted a good opportunity." There was no animosity in his tone, nor any smug satisfaction, simply polite indifference. As if he were turning down an invitation for tea instead of commenting on how Gin should've killed him while he slept. The swords impaling Gin then also became shards, cutting him further but releasing him as Byakuya did the same. He slid Shinsou's hilt into Gin's hand, feeling it unfair to leave him defeated and unarmed in the middle of the forest as night rapidly approached.
Finally, Byakuya stood, steadfastly ignoring the constant throbbing sting of his deeper wounds. Senbonzakura was returned to its sheathe as he walked away.