He choked back the tears blurring his vision as he swung Benihime with an immense force. "Nake, Benihime" his voice barely struggling through, the sound partially cut by despair. He tried to connect the hit, all of his fury and pain edged in the attack. An outward explosion of crimson energy flowed from his blade, he felt what seemed like a connection but he wasn't going to be deceived by that. Sousuke swiftly appeared behind him and sliced an upwards arc that Kisuke narrowly avoided, the blade leaving a slight cut across his arm.
The attacks returned were relentless, he had no restrictions now, he was purely fueled by rage and sorrow, his own afflictions continuously remaining ignored. His assault unbalanced, slightly controlled but volatile and unstable. But he was blinded, by his sorrow, by his hatred, by all the emotions that Sousuke had sparked and set alight. The thirst for revenge was clouding his senses, he glanced to Yoruichi, he was going to make Aizen pay for what he had done.
"Shibari, Benihime" Another command shouted out with all the hatred embedded within, his words sharp as they pierced the distance between him and the enemy, he violently launched a blood-red net towards the source of his vehement. It was effortlessly dodged as Sousuke began his assault.
Kisuke watched as his blood shed, crimson drops falling as he hung, suspended mid-hit, stunned. He'd felt the blade hit him with incredible force...but it was the back of the sword. Why? He was trying to understand as Sousuke turned his blade unleashing a warning swing making Kisuke retreat. Why didn't he make that hit? the thought troubling him as he dodged another attack before launching his counter.
Every one of his attacks evaded, he was trying desperately, he needed something to relieve his pain, to avenge his fallen friend. His body slowly tiring, the pain beginning to return, he had pushed himself to his limit, falling to his knees in near exhaustion. His glare buried as his eyes drifted to the ground, he'd fallen right into the trap. His body cut and battered, veiled in blood and draped in torn bandages. The rage lost its force, he realized it was all to wear him down. It was far too late, eventually anger blinds.
He heard footsteps travelling towards him, he couldn't give up yet, as the steps came closer he made one last attack, attempting to gamble his final effort and energy to make a hit. His wrist caught in mid-swing as his glance shot up to meet an intense burning glare "I told you I would find you, I just needed to use the right method."
"Why attack my friends!?" he paused, his eyes tearing up intensely now "You were after me! They had nothing to do with-" He suddenly cried out in pain, his wrist being crushed, he could feel the stinging pain uniting with the agony from his already exhausted body. He was forced into being disarmed, his blade falling, crashing against the ground. He hadn't had time to heal, his friends lives were put in danger. He'd lost, he'd failed Yoruichi, and all he felt was left to blame was himself.
"Listen to me." The words spoken as nothing more than another harsh order, his glare only enforcing the command. Kisuke defiantly turned his head away, tears falling to the ground, he couldn't turn to face him, not now. Sousuke increased the pressure on Kisuke's wrist "I didn't ask, I said listen to me."
"Why should I?" The reply choked as he turned to face the man standing over him "Especially after what you've done..." He fell silent, his gaze now set to the ground again, trying to mask the emotions eluding him.
Sousuke relaxed his grip and brought himself down to Kisuke, now kneeling next to him, he cupped the blonde's face. "Why are you bothering to cry?" his tone now softening, his voice becoming a low spoken whisper. Kisuke gave no reply, only a cold intimidating glare, his wordless reply striking as he tried to pull away."Would you really cry for nothing more than an illusion?" The words lingering in the thick tension surrounding them.
Kisuke returned his attention at the realization of these words "What do you mean?" His tone threatening but inquisitive as his eyes reflected the emotions now barely smoldering, quick to be re-ignited by the wrong choice of explanation.
"This was all a trap, nothing more than an illusion. Let me prove it to you... Shatter, Kyoka Suigetsu." Kisuke watched in horror as what he thought was Yoruichi disappeared, he had fallen for the trap, completely. He had let Sousuke play with his emotions, realization and proof only making him sink further into misery, drowning him in the frozen abyss.
"Where are they?" His tone cold as his eyes conveyed the loss of his burning emotion, now replaced with the thick sorrow of his defeat.
"They are unharmed, I just relocated them in order for my plan to succeed." His fingers rubbing against soft wrists, his voice lowered and seductive "They will be set free, you however, that's different...I won't be letting you get away. No matter how many times you run, I will always catch you." A smirk travelling across his lips as he finished. Kisuke sat there in disbelief as Sousuke slowly pulled him in close, comforting him. A feeling of affection radiating from him as he brushed his free hand through the blonde's messy,untamed hair.
"I won't let you." Kisuke's voice weakened as he pushed away, he tried to stand up, attempting to escape, his body threatening collapse as he pushed on. He was exhausted and tired, tired of the endless running as his heavy footsteps resounded through the alleyway. Unable to run anymore, his body finally giving up, he fell to the unforgiving pavement, soft sobs escaping as he lamented just how far he had fallen...