[INCOMPLETE] Kakashi, Rangiku
Who: Kakashi, Rangiku
When: Sometime after this post.
Where: Somewhere kinda north, at the river?
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Szayel messed Kakashi up, and he wants to die. Or drink himself into a stupor, which is why Rangiku's headed over to wherever he is. Maybe she'll find out what happened, maybe she won't. ^^
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Kakashi couldn't quite recall everything that had happened for the past few weeks. The only thing that seemed to register was that he heard voices shouting in his mind every once in a while. And if it wasn't a burst of voices shouting, then his head was still splitting from experimentation.
He couldn't even really remember how he'd wound up in the pink-haired a$$hat's hands. If anything, he had a vague recollection of making plans to be at the ball with Mitarashi Anko after Paine more or less stole his date. Whether or not he actually made it to the ball or not, he couldn't remember. No, the last few weeks seemed like darkness if not completely blurred. Recollections were merely darkness or pain.
It wasn't just his head and mind that hurt--no, his body hurt, too, but he wasn't even sure what that creep did to make it that way. In those shadowed memories, he was only aware that whatever treatment he'd received incapacitated him with such intense pain that he'd even beg for death. Even if he wasn't moving, it was like pain was always shooting through him; just breathing seemed to hurt at some point.
If only it was an illusion, then Kakashi's sharingan would have simply seen right through it. However, it wasn't an illusion, but even the sharingan (the built-in detail enhancing, HD-quality camera that it was) couldn't capture every detail. Or if it had, Kakashi himself couldn't process it. In the worst case scenario, forgetting was simply a side effect of the experiment.
There was no way that he'd escaped.
That meant that the bastard had turned him loose. And he'd made clear on Kakashi's journal entry that he'd do it again if necessary. The ninja couldn't recall having been so furious in a long while.
When Rikku replied to his post, he wasn't even sure of what he was saying. But he was telling the truth--should he have lied? In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have ever made that post, but it was too late now, wasn't it? She must've been worried sick, and then she heard him talking like that? But that was like him, and he regret it now. Always seeing the mistakes once it was too late to really do anything about them.
Even though he'd told her where he was, he couldn't help but doubt that she'd come to see him in his current condition.
But Matsumoto-san was always good enough to follow through when he needed some alcohol to put him out of his misery temporarily. And he was looking forward to that. So he waited at the riverbank, sitting in a strangely wrapped and bloody mess, tossing rocks into the water, and just wishing that he couldn't think or feel all the pain anymore.
When: Sometime after this post.
Where: Somewhere kinda north, at the river?
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Szayel messed Kakashi up, and he wants to die. Or drink himself into a stupor, which is why Rangiku's headed over to wherever he is. Maybe she'll find out what happened, maybe she won't. ^^
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Kakashi couldn't quite recall everything that had happened for the past few weeks. The only thing that seemed to register was that he heard voices shouting in his mind every once in a while. And if it wasn't a burst of voices shouting, then his head was still splitting from experimentation.
He couldn't even really remember how he'd wound up in the pink-haired a$$hat's hands. If anything, he had a vague recollection of making plans to be at the ball with Mitarashi Anko after Paine more or less stole his date. Whether or not he actually made it to the ball or not, he couldn't remember. No, the last few weeks seemed like darkness if not completely blurred. Recollections were merely darkness or pain.
It wasn't just his head and mind that hurt--no, his body hurt, too, but he wasn't even sure what that creep did to make it that way. In those shadowed memories, he was only aware that whatever treatment he'd received incapacitated him with such intense pain that he'd even beg for death. Even if he wasn't moving, it was like pain was always shooting through him; just breathing seemed to hurt at some point.
If only it was an illusion, then Kakashi's sharingan would have simply seen right through it. However, it wasn't an illusion, but even the sharingan (the built-in detail enhancing, HD-quality camera that it was) couldn't capture every detail. Or if it had, Kakashi himself couldn't process it. In the worst case scenario, forgetting was simply a side effect of the experiment.
There was no way that he'd escaped.
That meant that the bastard had turned him loose. And he'd made clear on Kakashi's journal entry that he'd do it again if necessary. The ninja couldn't recall having been so furious in a long while.
When Rikku replied to his post, he wasn't even sure of what he was saying. But he was telling the truth--should he have lied? In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have ever made that post, but it was too late now, wasn't it? She must've been worried sick, and then she heard him talking like that? But that was like him, and he regret it now. Always seeing the mistakes once it was too late to really do anything about them.
Even though he'd told her where he was, he couldn't help but doubt that she'd come to see him in his current condition.
But Matsumoto-san was always good enough to follow through when he needed some alcohol to put him out of his misery temporarily. And he was looking forward to that. So he waited at the riverbank, sitting in a strangely wrapped and bloody mess, tossing rocks into the water, and just wishing that he couldn't think or feel all the pain anymore.