It all began with a shriek. Nothing special, only enough to make your soul run from your body just to escape the noise. Then there was the yell of warriors, big men with big swords that swiped here, there, and every other direction that was possible. All of this is what Kishou could hear, feel, and just know was going on as the inner hollow took control of his body and rampaged through Tokyo...
The assignment had been simple: Kishou was supposed to be on the lookout for rogue shinigami and offer them a new life within the Vizard Sanctuary. He was overwhelmed though, by shinigami that happened to also be on the lookout for rogue shinigami. Of course, Soul Society still thought that Tenpi Kishou was no longer among the living, and the fact that Kishou kept his mask on for stamina training kept that a secret. They ambushed him as he floated in the night sky, half asleep, thinking of his next move with the vizard ranks, and speaking with his zanpakuto spirit for advice. She had gotten a bit testy and just came out with what had been on her mind.
“Aren't you tired of doing what they tell you to do? Aren't you bored here, Kishou?” said Itsuwarimono.
“Dear girl, I'm bored everywhere. But that's only because no damn place has proven itself good enough for me.” Kishou said with a slight smirk.
As the ten shinigami materialized with battles cries on their lips, Saturayo took this opportunity to take over while Kishou was complacent. It was the most pathetic Kishou had ever felt, and he refused to feel that way ever again.
“I am nothing here... just a body, just a shell. I won't put up with that.” Kishou calmly spoke to himself.
So he didn't. Kishou fought back for control of his body and won with ease because the damage had already been done and Saturayo didn't care to fight again. In the thirty seconds that Saturayo had control, he had slaughtered the shinigami completely. Their bodies, torn and battered, littered the street below. Kishou's hands were drenched in crimson and he laughed. It was a loud laugh, an insistence that more of them come to fight. He was mocking them behind this horrid mask of his, he knew that there must have been more just bursting to come out and attempt to take him down, there just had to be more.
This time, it was 2nd Division shinigami, the division that Kishou was so respected in as lieutenant. He had been an exemplary shinigami, someone that his subordinates within the squad saw as a role model. A midnight-tinged red cero through the stomach for one, a sliced throat for another, and the gift of insanity for the third. With a wave of his hand, Kishou turned the sky into fire for one unlucky soul. The worst part was that Kishou had very well convinced the man that he was burning alive, his screams were so very real and tortured. Even after the illusion ended, the man continued to cower and yelp at random intervals.
“Are you a man? Don't tell me that my overactive imagination has turned you into this.” Kishou said with a mirthless laugh.
The man looked up at Kishou and for just a second, their eyes met. Kishou was smiling and practically jumping with glee inside, but that man was already dead. Minutes had gone by where he was stuck inside of Kishou's insidious mind, and he had given up immediately.
“Fine. Don't play the game, then.” Kishou said, decapitating the young shinigami with a single swift movement. As long as the High Elites allowed him a bit of independence, the world was his oyster and he'd play with it for as long as he pleased. But Kishou knew himself very well. Soon, the world just wouldn't be enough.
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