InsaneJournal

Who: Ukitake, George Lass
When: Saturday morning
Where: Park at the far south of the city.
What: Glory claims another victim.
Rating: Medium. Warning for some blood, mental illness, and mention of violence.
Status: Complete!

All things considered, there was very little blood. The only clear signs of combat were the broken tree limbs and scorch marks scattered across a modest radius within the park. The damage was minimal for a battle that had involved a Soul Reaper captain in shikai, particularly a captain as powerful as Ukitake. His zanpakto's first state of release could be devastating, and there was no question that Ukitake wielded his sword with exceptional skill. Against a Hell God, however, that skill had not been enough. Not without the full release of Ukitake's powers.

The blood that darkened Ukitake's white captain's coat came not from any wounds Glory had inflicted, but from deep within his own treacherous body. He sat with his shoulders curled tightly in over his knees, back against a sheltering tree. His long white hair shielded his face and was tinted pink by the same source as the stains on his clothes. Sogyo no Kotowari lay discarded several feet away, its gently curved blade naked and gleaming in the sunlight. The sword almost seemed to shudder as its master shook with tension, rasping sobs tearing their way from his abused throat. To those who had the ability to sense the energy of a soul, Sogyo no Kotowari emitted a soft, twin-voiced song, trying to bring comfort to Ukitake's badly damaged mind.