Pure Soul
Title: Pure Soul
Author/Artist: Me
Pairing(s): Wonderwiess/Neliel
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: character death
Summary: A short musing about his origins and what drove him to want that power Aizen offered him.
A/N: I had originally hoped that Wonderwiess was a new soul that had never existed before which would explain his behavior and his being labeled a pure soul, but meh. When I found out he originally had a past it made me wonder what it was or how it was that Aizen said or did that convinced him to agree in the first place (unless he outright lied to him of course).
May be eventually made AU by canon.
Other than being typed from the handwritten and minor checked for errors, this hasn't been proofed.
Tousen always called him a pure soul. He didn’t know what that was or what it was that Tousen was always there to take care of him. All he knew was that when he hurt all it took was a good head scratch from the man to make him feel better again and that of all the others that were there only he did not look down at him with a scowl of disgust or turn away from his wails for attention, lips curled in horror. Tousen…
Wonderwiess hadn’t always been like that, not that he knew that now. However, at one point he was indeed auite an intellectual. In fact, he had been a scholar all his life. When he turned down the offer given to him by the local shinigami, out of a strongly held belief that there was no afterlife and all of this was merely the delusions of a dying man and not the experience of a dead one, he became a hollow, and had not been prepared for that life that lay ahead of him. Quite the opposite; he was terrified, of himself, of the other creatures like him, of the hunger that besieged him, the pain that wrecked his brain and controlled his desires. Nor did he handle daily attacks well either, perpetuated by others that sought his flesh. In truth, the fact that he made it this far was a fucking miracle and even he wasn’t sure how he became a vasto lorde. Yet he was still weak, or so he thought. He was certain he would be overtaken and killed for good some day.
So he spent his hollow life in fear, of everything, preferring to cower in the crevices and corners he could find, wandering on the fringes of hollow society, picking off the unfortunate weaker than he that crossed his path to sate his hunger. He overheard the rumors of course. The various colonies of menos were rapt with them, as there was not much else but to consume each other, fight and gripe in this endless night. It was not long that he heard the hushed whispers of an ex-shinigami that had been helping hollows evolve and harness powers never before matched in return for their aid and obedience. Many of these were negative, perpetuated with distaste for anything that Soul Society stood for, including a so-called defector and distrust of the concept of truly allying with anyone. However, it was like a beacon, a promise for a stronger and more fulfilling future and plenty of hollows of all levels of menos grande were under its spell. The colony of menos he was a part of eventually shattered, split along lines wanting to join with this Aizen they had been hearing about and those who didn’t and he was under that spell.
Soon after, they spotted a couple of figures dotting the horizon; figures unlike them who were almost totally human. Yet they smelled of hollow, their reiatsu registered as hollow but they were so powerful, so complete; so perfect. His eyes widened. Were these those who had allied with that shinigami?
The taller figure went up ahead and within seconds he was upon them. Wonderwiess cringed in terror watching the as the others were ruthlessly cut down. He turned to flee but met with utter horror that twisted smile on that man’s face as a large sickle blade came crashing towards his head, with such fury and pure desire for the kill. His long black hair framing his head whipped around him making him appear like a wild beast, terrified him even more. …yet that raw power…that utterly tempting power… He had to have it!
He was tired of being a coward. Everything he remembered that night was a blur. It was as if he snapped and gone on autopilot. Soon he was hunched, panting over his opponent with glee in his eyes, ready to rip into his prize, the other man staring up at him with a defiant sneer, when he heard a silken yet sad voice that pulled him out of it, rushing through him like liquid silk.
“We found him Nnoitra, let’s go.”
He rose and turned, letting the man claw to his feet, ignoring the murderous threat issued him as the other reluctantly returned to her side.
She was beautiful, perfect in all her glory. Her long green hair, bright eyes over a petite pouting lip drew him in like a lure. Her large bountiful chest, small waist and gently curved hips drew his eyes up and down over her and he swallowed to keep his cool. When she offered, he accepted and he followed the two in a daze. She was the most interesting female he had ever met since ending up here, and the more he got to know her in their journey towards the city he heard about, the more he wanted to be around her.
He also noticed the bad blood between her and her other companion, witnessed countless arguments and whispered threats. It was a wonder she was always so caring and accepting, even when the other spouted such vile and tried on more than one occasion to plummet to his doom or kill her just to be rid of it all.
Then they arrived at Las Noches where he met Aizen for the first time, who instantly denied his request, waving him off, instead regulating him to guard the outer edges of the vast city. It was also when he found out that she was an espada, the third even and his chances of ever seeing her were all for naught. So he felt like he was stagnating, floating around Las Noches with no purpose, left behind in the dust and ignored. Reluctantly he returned to the fringes of society even here and waited, hoping to see his Neliel that he so wanted to know better between her missions as one of Aizen’s chosen few, longing for a day when she would notice him or that Aizen would bring him up in power as an arrancar so that he may sit with her as an equal.
Soon though, he stopped seeing her at all. Instead there was a new strange woman in her place, more solemn and reserved, not as friendly and accepting as she had been, or as concerned about the fate of other hollows, not just her fracciones. When he did finally figure it out he went frigid with rage. How he wanted to rend him asunder but knew he didn’t stand a chance in hell against an espada’s resurreccion as a vasto lorde. He no longer had anything to live for. He had to try. He had to make it right again. So when Aizen told him about the power he would get to destroy even the strongest shinigami captain, he readily accepted.
He would no longer be weak. He would no longer be a coward and when Aizen laid his hand on his temples he eagerly awaited the power to go at Nnoitra with full force, plotting his demise for what he did to her….and then… it was all gone. Everything; the pain, the anger, gnawing at his soul was gone. Freed… what was it he was thinking about, what? Who was this Neliel? Who…name…she?
…memories faded… his intellect torn into pieces…ripped from him…everything that was him gone…just feeling…now…just now…this moment…this time… He glanced up Aizen, Gin, Tousen, his brothers, yet he didn’t even know that, just the faces. He didn’t know anything and would never know anything again… “naaahhh…”
Now there was no Tousen this time to tell him it would be alright, to rub a hand through his hair and remind him he is a pure soul. No Tousen to make him happy again; nothing but pain. He cried, glancing around with his unseeing eyes, feeling completely numb at his neck and knowing only the burning pain of the flames in his head…and then there was nothing…
Author/Artist: Me
Pairing(s): Wonderwiess/Neliel
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: character death
Summary: A short musing about his origins and what drove him to want that power Aizen offered him.
A/N: I had originally hoped that Wonderwiess was a new soul that had never existed before which would explain his behavior and his being labeled a pure soul, but meh. When I found out he originally had a past it made me wonder what it was or how it was that Aizen said or did that convinced him to agree in the first place (unless he outright lied to him of course).
May be eventually made AU by canon.
Other than being typed from the handwritten and minor checked for errors, this hasn't been proofed.
Tousen always called him a pure soul. He didn’t know what that was or what it was that Tousen was always there to take care of him. All he knew was that when he hurt all it took was a good head scratch from the man to make him feel better again and that of all the others that were there only he did not look down at him with a scowl of disgust or turn away from his wails for attention, lips curled in horror. Tousen…
Wonderwiess hadn’t always been like that, not that he knew that now. However, at one point he was indeed auite an intellectual. In fact, he had been a scholar all his life. When he turned down the offer given to him by the local shinigami, out of a strongly held belief that there was no afterlife and all of this was merely the delusions of a dying man and not the experience of a dead one, he became a hollow, and had not been prepared for that life that lay ahead of him. Quite the opposite; he was terrified, of himself, of the other creatures like him, of the hunger that besieged him, the pain that wrecked his brain and controlled his desires. Nor did he handle daily attacks well either, perpetuated by others that sought his flesh. In truth, the fact that he made it this far was a fucking miracle and even he wasn’t sure how he became a vasto lorde. Yet he was still weak, or so he thought. He was certain he would be overtaken and killed for good some day.
So he spent his hollow life in fear, of everything, preferring to cower in the crevices and corners he could find, wandering on the fringes of hollow society, picking off the unfortunate weaker than he that crossed his path to sate his hunger. He overheard the rumors of course. The various colonies of menos were rapt with them, as there was not much else but to consume each other, fight and gripe in this endless night. It was not long that he heard the hushed whispers of an ex-shinigami that had been helping hollows evolve and harness powers never before matched in return for their aid and obedience. Many of these were negative, perpetuated with distaste for anything that Soul Society stood for, including a so-called defector and distrust of the concept of truly allying with anyone. However, it was like a beacon, a promise for a stronger and more fulfilling future and plenty of hollows of all levels of menos grande were under its spell. The colony of menos he was a part of eventually shattered, split along lines wanting to join with this Aizen they had been hearing about and those who didn’t and he was under that spell.
Soon after, they spotted a couple of figures dotting the horizon; figures unlike them who were almost totally human. Yet they smelled of hollow, their reiatsu registered as hollow but they were so powerful, so complete; so perfect. His eyes widened. Were these those who had allied with that shinigami?
The taller figure went up ahead and within seconds he was upon them. Wonderwiess cringed in terror watching the as the others were ruthlessly cut down. He turned to flee but met with utter horror that twisted smile on that man’s face as a large sickle blade came crashing towards his head, with such fury and pure desire for the kill. His long black hair framing his head whipped around him making him appear like a wild beast, terrified him even more. …yet that raw power…that utterly tempting power… He had to have it!
He was tired of being a coward. Everything he remembered that night was a blur. It was as if he snapped and gone on autopilot. Soon he was hunched, panting over his opponent with glee in his eyes, ready to rip into his prize, the other man staring up at him with a defiant sneer, when he heard a silken yet sad voice that pulled him out of it, rushing through him like liquid silk.
“We found him Nnoitra, let’s go.”
He rose and turned, letting the man claw to his feet, ignoring the murderous threat issued him as the other reluctantly returned to her side.
She was beautiful, perfect in all her glory. Her long green hair, bright eyes over a petite pouting lip drew him in like a lure. Her large bountiful chest, small waist and gently curved hips drew his eyes up and down over her and he swallowed to keep his cool. When she offered, he accepted and he followed the two in a daze. She was the most interesting female he had ever met since ending up here, and the more he got to know her in their journey towards the city he heard about, the more he wanted to be around her.
He also noticed the bad blood between her and her other companion, witnessed countless arguments and whispered threats. It was a wonder she was always so caring and accepting, even when the other spouted such vile and tried on more than one occasion to plummet to his doom or kill her just to be rid of it all.
Then they arrived at Las Noches where he met Aizen for the first time, who instantly denied his request, waving him off, instead regulating him to guard the outer edges of the vast city. It was also when he found out that she was an espada, the third even and his chances of ever seeing her were all for naught. So he felt like he was stagnating, floating around Las Noches with no purpose, left behind in the dust and ignored. Reluctantly he returned to the fringes of society even here and waited, hoping to see his Neliel that he so wanted to know better between her missions as one of Aizen’s chosen few, longing for a day when she would notice him or that Aizen would bring him up in power as an arrancar so that he may sit with her as an equal.
Soon though, he stopped seeing her at all. Instead there was a new strange woman in her place, more solemn and reserved, not as friendly and accepting as she had been, or as concerned about the fate of other hollows, not just her fracciones. When he did finally figure it out he went frigid with rage. How he wanted to rend him asunder but knew he didn’t stand a chance in hell against an espada’s resurreccion as a vasto lorde. He no longer had anything to live for. He had to try. He had to make it right again. So when Aizen told him about the power he would get to destroy even the strongest shinigami captain, he readily accepted.
He would no longer be weak. He would no longer be a coward and when Aizen laid his hand on his temples he eagerly awaited the power to go at Nnoitra with full force, plotting his demise for what he did to her….and then… it was all gone. Everything; the pain, the anger, gnawing at his soul was gone. Freed… what was it he was thinking about, what? Who was this Neliel? Who…name…she?
…memories faded… his intellect torn into pieces…ripped from him…everything that was him gone…just feeling…now…just now…this moment…this time… He glanced up Aizen, Gin, Tousen, his brothers, yet he didn’t even know that, just the faces. He didn’t know anything and would never know anything again… “naaahhh…”
Now there was no Tousen this time to tell him it would be alright, to rub a hand through his hair and remind him he is a pure soul. No Tousen to make him happy again; nothing but pain. He cried, glancing around with his unseeing eyes, feeling completely numb at his neck and knowing only the burning pain of the flames in his head…and then there was nothing…