Her lungs burn, her pulse is racing unnaturally, her limbs ache and the sweat drenching her body makes her hot body cool down from running so much. They got Karin. They got her father. They were trying to get her – this high level Quincy who called himself a Stern Ritter which he claimed he was much stronger than the Soldat she and her twin knocked out. They were the weakest in Wandenreich, the Quincy Army they were a part of and he was one of the strongest.
She couldn't let them take everything away from Ichigo, she wouldn't let him go through that agony of losing everything, she died before, she's survived and she would survive again even if she had to run for the rest of her life. 9 years ago she picked up the little pieces with the help of her father, over a year ago she picked up the broken mess Soul Society left behind and she would put him back together with the help of Rukia once all of this was over. She couldn't afford to die now.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" she ran into a strong chest, she shoved him yet he caught her arms and turned her holding her against him effortlessly. Yuzu whimpered as she began to trash while the purple haired male laughed "don't panic, we're just making a small trip to the Base, his Majesty wants to meet you." Yuzu felt fear like no other, adrenaline pumped in her veins as she shut her eyes while he took her in through these shadows.
"Welcome, my daughter" she opened her eyes only to be shoved forward making her fall on all fours, her body trembled from the earlier strain and she forced herself to look up. A tall menacing man with reddish-brown eyes sat in a chair on top of some kind of stage and she glanced back as a sinking feeling filled her gut at the people wearing Stern Ritter Uniforms behind her. "Don't be frightened, we won't harm you." Yuzu has always scolded Ichigo for using improper language and Karin on occasion when she followed up in his steps, which meant she knew plenty of colorful words.
"We won't harm you? Don't fuckin screw with me, you bastard…you caused my mother's death, my sister is dead because of you and my father is dying! You're killing my brother's comrades! Don't mess with me!" she shouted glaring at him as her eyes seemed to glow amber. His eyes narrowed, she suddenly couldn't breathe as Reiatsu from every single person in the room flared out, she gasped but refused to cower and forced herself to stand up.
She refused to bow to a monster like him.
"Go ahead and kill me…I'm not scared of any of you, least of all another monomaniac with a god complex because you simply think you're special." Yuzu declared glaring at Yhwach for all that was worth. Apparently, they didn't expect her reaction and to make her brother realize there were consequences for turning down generous offers as she had, she'd be made an example off. After a whipping of a total of 50 strikes, her back was exploding agony, but she didn't shed a single tear.
They chained her while she grew almost unconscious holding onto the tender hallucination of her mother who told her to be strong, but that she admits…it's the first figment of imagination regarding her mother she has ever had. A post was set in the center of the city and she was chained there, her dress was completely destroyed from the back, while the ends were stained crimson red along her back that flowed down until it reached her thighs down to her legs.
Yuzu realizes too late, they brought her to the main battlefield, she watches with a heavy heart every Shinigami that is killed. 183 and still counting…her hands grasp the chains of the shackles around her wrists, her hands tighten around the metal making her previous self-inflected wounds reopen causing her hands to bleed again. The tears of her pain that she held back become tears of blood, metaphorically speaking at the lives that are lost with such cruelty and cold-bloodedness.
Yuzu sobs yet she doesn't screw her eyes shut as she wanted to in order to keep future nightmares from plaguing her, she couldn't be so selfish when their fate was so terrible. Yuzu wishes that she has lost her life 9 years ago instead of Masaki because at least her mother would have been able to help her family out while she simply could only express her contempt through words. She was so weak compared to them, those monsters that took lives and had pleasure while doing so.
They wanted to torture her not just physically as they already had, they wanted to torment her psychologically too and a raw shout passes her throat realizing that those Shinigami can easily become Rukia-chan, Hitsugaya-kun, Rangiku-chan, Abarai-san, Kisuke-san, Yoruichi-chan and Ichigo. The chains shatter, she forces her weak body to move and her mind moves in a haze, she feels her hands curling around the hilt of a Zanpakuto discarded on the ground and she barely process as the blade cuts through flesh.
Soon enough she's standing in pools of blood, the Soldat are dead at her feet while the Shinigami are all looking at her with mixed reactions when pain fills her again. The sword slips from her bloodied hands, her knees cave in and she begins to fall forward only to be caught. "Thank you" those words are whispered in her ear as she's lifted off the ground, the darkness she's eloped in isn't haunting as she had originally expected it to be as she can sense Ichigo's Reiatsu flooding the area.
With new found hope and the imaginary Masaki disappears with a smile.