白い骨

K U C H I K I
B Y A K U Y A

the purest emperor
a heart of gold
a soul of platinum
he is la lune
the star of heaven
royal beauty bright

roleplay blog for the rokubantai-taichou from BLEACH.
est. 2012
as beloved by abigail.

白い沈黙

CURRENTLY: hiatus.

TIME ZONE: currently CEST.

kenpxchi:

   He feels the blade interrupt him, and it’s bliss. His eyes widen. The noble mask of cold indifference has fallen, and Byakuya has shown Kenpachi the thing he’s wanted since they met.

   Aggression.

   Senbonzakura bites into his flesh, but the cut is only skin-deep. Kenpachi has his skin, hardened and made dense by his reiatsu, to thank for that. Lips peel apart into a grin as blood drips down his chest and abdomen, and he turns his head to face the noble, who was now standing behind him.

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“fuckin’ finally!

   An almost audible roar is heard as his reiatsu spikes, the sheer pressure kicking up gusts around him. He can hear her cheering him on, cries of ‘go get ‘im, ken-chan’ inside his head echoing as he unsheathes his blade. Tendons stretch and sinew contracts as his legs coil like great springs, cracking the ground beneath him as they launch him forward at his foe.

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   And for miles, the echo of the Kenpachi’s laugh rings as clear as day.

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   AH, A FRONTAL ASSAULT: HE STANDS LIMITLESS WHILST THE OTHER, ALREADY A CAPTIVE. options, and he analyzes– the howling beast enclosing the distance all the while (indeed, a primitive display and he is amused). the effort put into kidou is deemed wasteful (there will be no use of his famed bakudou here). and what of it? what of spells and hexes, charms that delay the inevitability of victory? kuchiki byakuya, encouraged by his EVER GROWLING, EVER SNARLING SOUL SLAYER– sought to end this, once and for all. to bring down the curtain, to find a standing ovation in RUTHLESS, SLICING OBLITERATION. the blade, held perpendicular to the earth it is soon to penetrate– ALAS, IT DESCENDS. two syllables hence scream his intentions: BAN-KAI.

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    IT’S A FAMILIARITY, A BEAUTIFUL INDICATION– WAS SENBONZAKURA NOT BEAUTIFUL IN THE WAY DEADLY CREATURES ARE? trapping, ensnaring prey with its fangs: pounding, slicing, grinding its teeth and savoring in the agonized cry? but senbonzakura can empathize, senbonzakura can find a silver lining in its gore: BEAUTIFUL DEATH, BECAUSE DEATH CAN BE BEAUTIFUL. do you not see the light glimmering off their reflection? they’re innumerable, each petal– so delicate and blithe in its wanderings of the air current. kenpachi zaraki surges forward into the mass– as though falling into a lover’s embrace, denied for so many moons.

    FALLING, KENPACHI ZARAKI IS FALLING VICTIM TO THE RAPTUROUS ECSTASY. everything is lively, and blithe: pink and white– occasionally, the rare glimpse of he himself, KUCHIKI BYAKUYA– SENBONZAKURA’S HEART. his long and delicate fingers, twitching maneuvering– A VIOLINIST EXERCISING VIBRATO, THE ARTERIES CLENCHING AND RELAXING. he’s founded: soon to be on fire, soon to be void of thought– life– body. kuchiki byakuya considers the words: it will be over soon. but was that for assurance? and for whom? HIMSELF, OF HAUGHTY VICTORY OR THE OTHER, FOR INESCAPABLE DEATH?

    THERE IS NO ESCAPE, NOT HERE: IT IS JUDGEMENT DAY, AND HE IS THE REAPER.

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“Goukei, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.”