For Momo, the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, that sharp contrast of the darkness and the light, formed the very reality of her existence.
During the daytime, she basked in the light which emanated from Hitsugaya's pure soul. Sometimes, she gave him her full attention, as he would tell her stories about what was happening inside Soul Society, including frightening tales of vampiric creatures known as the Bounto, and the maniacal Kariya who wanted to obliterate Soul Society. Over time, she gradually stopped asking about their development in finding Aizen. Hitsugaya was pleased that he didn't even have to force her to do so.
Other times, the two would remain silent as she cuddled into his innocent embrace. She only wished that she could use her arms again to love him back. With the setting of the sun, Hitsugaya was gone.
Night – although it didn't share the same beauty as the day, the darkness held its own allure. Over time, part of her had become drawn to it. Since she was held hostage in the insane asylum, she would have never predicted getting used to the nightly visitations. However, during the month that passed, she had come to realize another shocking truth. That despite the horrible things that the rapist did to her,
She was beginning to enjoy herself.
Her ears perked up in excitement as her second favorite guest walked his way towards her cell. Allowing her inner demon to come forth, the emotion that used to be fear became a twisted feeling of her own. The thoughts that were hidden from the day sprang back in her mind. Not even she would ever know why this side wasn't discovered so long before.
"Is it already time for my physical, Doctor?"
Playing along with the man's sick fantasy, she put back on her expressions of fear and sorrow, wondering if she could still make it convincing. As the man surrounded by darkness crept towards her, she closed her eyes and from her own sexual deviance, secretly pleasured every moment. It was a defence mechanism created in her mind in order to keep her life, a delusion of the reality she faced until she was finally free.
The moon descended down from the sky, and then it was day.
Unohana went back to the main hospital and scanned the supply closet for the monthly inventory check. Unlike Isane who usually checked the closet weekly, Unohana instinctively knew something was missing. After double checking the forms on her clipboard, her face remained neutral, although she was quite horrified at the same time. A small glass bottle of a strong sedative was found to be half empty, and unaccounted for.
From behind, she sensed that someone was watching her. Closing the supply closet and pretending to disregard any discrepancy, she walked back to continue her duty to treat the sick and wounded. However, she was planning to stay extremely late that night.
It became around midnight, and Unohana hid herself behind a corner near where the storage closet was. With her captain class ranking, hiding her presence was extremely easy for her. Almost convincing herself that she was worrying too much, she heard footsteps – footsteps that shouldn't be wandering around the closed main hospital area. Peeking from the shadows, tears fell to the ground as she saw her promising new recruit of the fourth division twist the cap of the bottle of the sedative, and pour it carefully into a small syringe. She wanted to reject the truth in what she had seen.
As he walked off, Unohana swiftly followed him through the dark corridors of the psychiatric ward. Placing his fist firmly into the guard's open palmed hand, an unidentified amount of coins fell from the tips of his fingers. The guard handed him a shiny object in return, the master key ring.
As the young man straightened out his lab coat and combed down his hair in front of Momo's cell, Unohana gripped her sword knowing full well what she had to do. The guard watched as he opened the cell door, and by taking this moment of opportunity, Unohana charged with incredible vigor and swiftly cut the head clean off the guard's neck. As the new recruit attempted to turn to his side to react to this suddenness, Unohana's sword was already impaled into his chest. As she stared deep into the young man's insane eyes, she formally said her concluding words to him before he died.
"Consider this your termination."
