Chapter One - The Ignored
The sound of a single pair of footsteps echoed through the deepest and most bleakest corridor that the Nest of Maggots had to offer, they were as light as could be yet in the deepest part of the maddening prison even a heartbeat could be heard with ease.
Soi Fon Captain of Seireitei's Second Division and Commander-in-Chief of the Covert Ops made her way down to the deepest section of the prison where a prisoner she has long tried to free resided.
The only prisoner in the Nest of Maggots to have a cell, the only prisoner to have his arms in shackles and the only prisoner to have been convicted of a crime he waited with anticipation for his visitor. Soi Fon tried to sense the prisoners spiritual pressure amongst the spirit reducing stone as she always did on her journey to his cell and like all but the first visit she felt a void. It was an ominous sensation and quite depriving for a soul that had known nothing past the rich atmosphere of Soul Society but she endured, they both did.
His jet black hair was unkempt like the rest of him and it took up more space in his small cell than his body having grown out a little over fifteen meters in length during his arduous stay. It had not been changed much like the cross-legged sitting position he had maintained up on his bed in all the years, in all the visits, in all the moments that another would have succumbed to madness.
As Soi Fon made her way to the cell his pale face turned as his hazel eyes eagerly awaited a change of scenery, with a swift stride Soi Fon came into view and turned to face him.
He was the first to speak as he always was.
'Why hello, its been a while since you've visited. What news do you have for me today?' he asked in an almost condescending yet playful tone as he bopped his head to the side.
'Your freedom' she sternly stated.
'My...' He cautiously began before being cut off.
'Former member of the Covert Ops, from this day forth you have your freedom, furthermore the Third Seat of The Second Division has been assigned to you. Do you accept?!'
In a brief exchange his bleak surrounding melted away, he rose to his feet, straightened his back and he spoke in a formal and prideful manner befit of a soldier instead of a prisoner. ' I humbly accept Captain Shaolin'
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'I have long since abandoned that name, no one has uttered it for a hundred years outside these walls, do not do so again' she quipped.
'As you command Captain Soi Fon' he replied with a vow that made her order gospel. Soi Fon thought this was peculiar as she had known this man to withhold from lying yet in his compliance he had returned to his playful tone of voice.
She let it slide.