It was dark. It was cold. It was quiet. It was moist.
Nothing was here. It was empty.
A bright light took the darkness away and there was the Soul Society, in ruins. The gardens and houses were on fire and people where running away. Those people were shot with green energy; he turned to look at the source, it was himself. But not himself.
Himself turned to look at him, his face covered with soot of the burnt realm, eyes wide with the sick thrill, body smeared with the blood of the innocents.
He asked Himself,
"Why?"
"Why not?" He asked with a smile, then turned back to watch the chaos he created.
The world turned dark again, only this it was hot, unbearably hot. It was not quiet, he could hear his own sobs sound in this space. It was not moist, it was wet, he could feel liquid dripping on him and onto his dead heart.
Dead? He was dead?
You are. A woman said.
How? He asked.
It was your mistake that took your life. She said.
How did I die? He asked.
Her answer was a pain beginning in his arm and then exploding across him. For a second he could hear a creepy man laughing.
Then the markings upon his skin started to glow and began moving. For a second he could hear a creepy man cheer.
The world then started spinning and darkening. For a second he could see a man with black and white face paint grinning at him.
….
Nemu Kurotsuchi looked at her father who was in turn looking at the sleeping boy with the metal device on his head. The boy was hugging the fox up to his chest and his legs were curled to protect the fox and he was whimpering in his sleep due to said device.
It was supposed to inspect minds and plant a parasite inside the mind of the victim and within a period of a month or so, turn the person insane so that her father could mold them into willing guinea pigs.
