Kami quickly finished her small meal. She put the chopsticks down on the tray, sighing with relief. "Thanks for the food, Hanataro." She said, smiling to him. "It was great."
Hanataro smiled at her. "I'm glad you liked it. Do you need anything else?"
"Nothing that you can get me." Kami said, looking off at a wall.
Hanataro nodded, understanding. "Okay. Well, I'm going to go now. I'll be back in a few hours with breakfast. It was nice talking to you." He said quietly, gathering the tray. "Have a nice night." He said, as the guards opened the door, going through the procedure.
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Kami laid on her bed, having trouble keeping her eyes opened. She knew it was getting later and later. Well, actually, earlier and earlier. It had to be about one in the morning now. She blinked a few time before she rolled over on her side, facing the wall. She laid in a fetal position on top of her blanket. She then let sleep take her.
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Toshiro sat at his desk, filling out paperwork, finishing forums, sorting out papers, and writing reports. He had given the blood sample to the Shinigami Research and Development Institute for testing. Mayuri Kurotsuchi himself was collecting the data. Even though the Captain of the 12th division didn't really like Toshiro, he still would give him a report of any findings.
Toshiro sipped his tea, leaning back in his chair. He looked up at the ceiling. He was close to finishing his mountains of his paperwork. He also had to do Rangiku's because she was "out for a walk". He knew she was just drinking.
"That stupid drunk…" He grumbled. Truthfully, he didn't really mind doing the paperwork. His mind switched to Kami.
Toshiro set his cup back down on his desk. He sighed, crossing his arms. "She's in the hands of the Stealth Forces, now." He said quietly to himself. "There's nothing I can do for her, now." A dark thought sat in the back of his head. He ignored it, but it raced through his head. It was your fault she got caught, you know. It is your fault she's rotting in jail and now hold the title of a traitor.
Toshiro shook the thought out of his head. He stared at the ceiling for a few more moments. He shook his head once more before getting back to his papers.
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"Help!" Kami cried into the darkness. Her heart was racing. Goosebumps covered her arms and legs. "Help, somebody, please!" She screamed desperately. She was floating in a lightless place. The air was heavy and musty.
"Where are you!?" She heard a familiar voice shout through the shadows. It was a young male's voice. Somebody's big, strong hands suddenly were wrapped around Kami's small neck, cutting off her air.
Kami gasped for air hopelessly, none to reach her lungs. She made strange cracking and screeching noises, something that you would hear a zombie make in a horror movie. She felt like a fish out of water.
The grip tightened, tighter and tighter. Kami's eyes were huge, wide with terror. She felt like her neck was going to snap the way someone would crack a walnut shell.
The stone grip suddenly disappeared, and she was falling through the black air, screaming. She felt her hair ties disappear, her knee length long hair free.
"WHERE ARE YOU!?" The familiar voice bellowed from a ways off.
Kami saw something shine in the darkness.
A blade.
A zanpukuto.
She then felt the blade pierce through her body, right out through her stomach. Her scream was cut off. She was standing on solid, but wet, ground. She could hear Ryuu's raspy laughter echo through the space. Warm blood spilt down the front of her Shihakusho.
Kami blinked, and suddenly, she was naked besides the bloody blade sticking out of her small body, her very long hair which acted like a long veil that women who lay in caskets, sleeping, would wear, and the layer of blood that covered her fair skin. She fell to her knees. Someone moved behind her. She turned, looking over her shoulder.
Daisuke stood there, sobbing. Ryuu stood behind him, on hand on Daisuke's shoulder. "There, there. All is well, Daisuke." He said, his voice sounding more raspy than normal. He walked pasted Daisuke, up to Kami.
Ryuu's zanpukuto was drawn, he was grinning. Kami could hear each and every step. The ground disappeared beneath Ryuu's feet. Kami's heart raced faster and faster, her eyes widening more and more.
Ryuu's laughter rang out through the air once more, louder, quicker, and more chilling than before. She saw him raise his blade.
"Good bye, dear Kami!" Ryuu shouted as he brought down his blade towards Kami's face.
Kami's eyes snapped opened, she jolted up into a sitting position, hand reaching instinctively back for her ghost zanpukuto. Sweat poured down her face and neck. She could feel that her face was pale. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, trying to escape. She took quick, short, jagged breaths of air. Her eyes were huge, violet orbs, reflecting nothing but shock and fear. Her body quivered and quaked.
"Are you okay, kid?" One of the guards asked. Even they were worried for her, a traitor. She was acting pretty strangely.
Kami couldn't hear them. She sat there, in shock from the dream. She had been having this dream every night for a while now, but it would always fade from her memory later. Each night, the feeling of dread got more powerful.
Kami sat there until the sun rose and Hanataro came back. He had more rice and some breakfast foods, and some unnamable foods. Kami ate it in a daze, the dream fading from memory. She said nothing. She just sat there, eating, eyes sad and dead.
Hanataro said things, but Kami couldn't make anything out. She heard him leave and she heard the click of the guards locking the cell. The air got cold.
Kami blinked, starting to regain feeling. "…uhh…" She moaned, standing up. She shook her head. "What the hell…?" She mumbled to herself. She rubbed her forehead and looked to the barred up window. What going on…again? She thought. She heard somebody walking through the dark hallway, somebody coming to her cell. She didn't bother to look and see who it was. She didn't care. She just stared out her little sliver of a window.
Can I go outside…? She wondered. Can I be free…? She shook her head. "Shut up." She muttered to herself. She heard the door open. She felt somebody's hands come towards her. She quickly turned, blocking the hands with her forearm.
Before she knew it, she was being held up against the wall, her cheek rubbing against the cold, course stone. She felt somebody put shackles on her hands and feet. She felt them put a collar on her.
"Am I some kind of dog?" She hissed.
"Shut up, traitor." Somebody murmured.
Kami wanted to see who it was, but at her angle, she couldn't see anything but how many cracks were in the wall. "Oh, what a lovely view." She said in a snippy manner. Somebody put a bag over her head. She couldn't see at all, now. "Aww, but I just started counting the cracks in the wall! Do I have to leave NOOOOOW?" She said, mimicking a small child. "But, mama, I don't wanna go to school today-" Someone slapped the back of her head, which followed by the sound of somebody elbowing the first somebody. "…?"
What the hell was going on?
