Siy's Rank-Up Request

by Kaiser Siy on Mon Jan 31, 2011 11:03 pm

Name: Siyrenryuu Maru
Current Rank: Primera
Desired Rank: Cero
Holder of desired rank: None (hopefully me soon :D)

Primera Means One, Cero Means Zero:: Cero Means Zero, Primera Means One...

Ah, the Human World. In all its beauty, despair, and marvel, the dimension was quite oxymoronic. The ingenuity it sported, the incredible medical abilities and raw destructive force, was the exact opposite of those that inhabited it; the mundane humans. They were quite worthless, the whole lot of 'em. The Human race was pathetically weak, possessing no special abilities or defining traits. Whatever the Humans had, the Shinigami and Arrancar had, could have, or had better of. Any abilities they sported were only due to the unintentional intervention of either Hollows or Shinigami, both of which surpassed said special humans anyway.

But the meekness of humans wasn't of any concern to Siy. Even as he made his way down their streets, invisible to almost all of them, he could have cared less who or what they were. Most Arrancar would have been scoffing at their naïveté, or going on and on to themselves about how weak the race was compared to them. But the Primera had never been like that, even from the start. An Arrancar with a sense of justice, compassion, or anything not a brother or cousin to bloodlust was rare in itself, but the Primera's apathy to such things had roots in his most basic of forms. One could call him an elitist, one that ignored standings such as race, and they would probably be right, but he was a different kind of elitist.

Rather than searching for some sort of superior talent, such as the greatest marksman or the richest democrat, Siy searched for the fire within people. A strong fighting spirit, a heightened sense of honor, a burning passion for a specific goal, anything like that. It was the people without fire that he detested, the sleazy backstabbers who clawed their way up political ladders using their friends as steps, or those "innocent" little bystanders, always pointing the finger for something they did. Those people, those whose fire had been extinguished, were the lessers in his form of elitist views.

But what was he? He was the Primera Espada, the strongest ranked Arrancar in all of Hueco Mundo. Surpassing him was Riko and Riko only, the Queen of the Endless Desert. But in all his power, what had happened to him? The fire he prided himself in being surrounded by, where had it gone? Sure, Riko was the biggest inferno of passion he had ever experienced, but who else? Every Arrancar he had met, every Espada with which he had interacted, was just another bloodthirsty, maskless hollow. They had no honor, only their views of death and whatever personal dispute with Shinigami they harbored. He had always thought of himself as different, as a welcomed island in an endless sea, but was he really? He had been marked with the sign of Pride, the aspect of death assigned to him. Was that just his pride overtaking his judgement? Was his whole philosophy of the inner fire just his personal way of singling himself out from those he viewed as weak? Perhaps. Perhaps it had been his pride all along, from the passion to the rank, just finding new ways that he could single himself out from the crowd.

The Primera thought all this as he walked down the street, hands in his pocked and eyes averted to the ground. His thought process had put him in a melancholy mood, as opposed to the joy he had thought he would experience by coming to the Human World. All he wanted now was to go home, go home and sit in his fireplace with the fire ablaze. For normal people that would be suicide, but since he was the Arrancar whose sword burned hotter and brighter than all others he could perform such an act and come out with little more than a new tan. It was a calming measure for him, and as of late he had been burning his fire more and more often. The stress from the happenings at Las Noches had been weighing more heavily on him as of late, and he needed to clear his head in the Human World, but the result of that wasn't what he had anticipated.

"No, stop!" A voice shouted, and it sounded close. Being an Arrancar, he didn't naturally turn to see if he could help. Normally his abnormal sense of justice would have kicked in, but with the self-questioning he had been doing just moments ago, it had mellowed out for the moment. Without sparing a second glance, he passed by the alley where the voice was coming from, the screams bouncing off his apathetic demeanor like echoes off a cave wall.

* * *

Night had fallen. In his emotion exile, Siy hadn't even noticed the sun dropping behind the horizon. Too tired to return to Las Noches and his spacious room, and not wanting to return to the stress and worry of that world just yet, he picked a house. It looked like a rather high-end apartment, and the lights weren't on so it was probably empty. All the Primera really needed was a bed, or a couch, or at least a comfy rug. He was dead tired from the inner seppuku he had been committing all day, and he could have slept in the garbage if he had to. But why would the Primera Espada, the most powerful in all of Hueco Mundo, sleep in the garbage when there was an apartment right there? Because his damned ego was too big. Damn pride.

With the use of Sonido, Siyrenryuu was up on the balcony in seconds. It was a third-story room, not too high but not too close to the ground; prime location. Slipping through the sliding glass door, Siy found himself in a fully furnished living quarters, complete with a big-screen TV and fold-out couch. It must have been one of those move-in-ready rooms. Too tired to even make it into the bedroom, Siy pulled the couch out and collapsed onto the bare bed, no sheets required. However, his sleep would be short-lived, as not long after closing his eyes there came an odd sound from down the hall, where the door was apparently located.

"Alright miss, just dial 911 if anything else happens. Have a good night." An awkward voice said, followed by the sound of a closing door. Was this someone's apartment? Shit. With adrenaline-fueled reflexes Siy leapt from the bed, ducking behind the counter just across the hall... then he remembered he was invisible to humans.

"W... whose there?" Came a shaky voice, clearly startled by the motions that had just occurred. Was this one of those humans that could see ghosts? "H... hello?" Reaching for his sword, Siy was ready to cut down the inhabitant, but just as they walked into view, the Primera just couldn't find it in his heart to draw his blade. In the hall stood a woman, only about a head shorter than the Arrancar, with dark brown hair that stopped just above her shoulders. The color of her eyes were a mystery to him, as the sclera were a bright crimson; this girl had been crying her heart out. A shaky hand reached out a placed a purse on the table, only a few feet from Siy's head, and then he saw the truly shocking and heartbreaking part: The bruises. Half of her face was dark purple her hair was a mess, and the second she put her purse down her arms went around her body, trying to comfort herself from the convulsions the heavy sobs brought. His heart ached for this woman, and he hadn't even known about her existence for more than 10 seconds.

"Oh... why..." She sobbed, staggering over to her unfolded couch-bed. "I-I thought this was folded up... ooh..." Now his self-pity had reached a new level. Here he saw, wallowing in a self-imposed exile and breaking into peoples' homes on his leisure, while this girl was aching both physically and emotionally, and now she was having to pick up some of his slack. Just how far had he fallen? He was the Arrancar of Pride dammit! That very feature, the one which he was hitting himself for having now, had once been the rock on which he stood. His pride had been the thing he turned to, that piece of himself which gave him meaning. Now, all it stood for was the illusion he had been living in, that lie he had been telling himself.

In a single swift motion, just as the girl reached over to fold the bed back up, Siy sonido'd behind her. His hand caught her wrist in a firm grip, preventing her from reaching for the inconvenience that he had caused. She screamed and fought his grasp, obviously scared beyond belief. Her reaction just made him feel even worse, but oh well, he had brought it upon himself. His pride, what little of it he still believed in, wouldn't let him quit now. Utilizing his great strength, with a single hand, he flicked the bed, sending it folding back into the couch. The woman's expression changed from horror to shock and surprise, although he could tell she was still scared. Siy opened his hand, freeing her from his grasp. With a yelp she retreated into a corner, curling up into the fetal position and crying. This was just too much for the Primera.

He began to release his reiatsu. It was not a burst, nor was it a pouring out of all his power. This was an odd phenomenon, one he would not be able to duplicate if not for his strong emotions and mental state. This was a small, constant release of his spiritual pressure, forming around him. Slowly, but surely, he started to become visible under his own power. As he fully manifested his body, the girl in the corner made a high-pitched hoarse sound, obviously too scared to even make noise.

"My name is Siyrenryuu Maru." He said, no tone in his voice. "Tell me, what is your name, and who did that to you?" The Primera, in all his power and glory, couldn't even look her in the eyes when he said this. Be it his broken pride or how pitiful she looked he would never know, but he simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps he felt he had wronged her.

"M-my name is K-kary." She mumbled, Siy barely able to make out the words. "K-kary M-marinu." Her voice was so shaky it was scaring Siy. Was he truly that intimidating? Was his very presence threatening her to such an extent?

"Who did that to you." He asked again, his tone even harsher and colder.

"I-it... it was..." She stuttered again, the very memory painful to even recall. "I... today... this man..." Siy could tell where this was going. A memory such as that had no business being in her mind, nor had it any business being recalled. The very thought of this woman being defiled in such a manner re-ignited the dimmed fire in his soul. To hell with his pride, to hell with his self-pity, and to hell with his rank, there was some bastard out there that would do this, and Siy would find him.

"Don't say another word." He said.

"I-it was in an alley..." She stuttered again, unable to stop the recollection. "Broad daylight... no one... no one came to help me..."

The fire was extinguished. An alley. Broad daylight. Today. The realization hit him as fast as the familiarity of her voice. All of this... what the hell was wrong with the world. The utter corruption of it all... even the flow of time itself had be breached. This was all his fault, all of this had been caused by him and his self-wallowing. Truly, how pathetic had he become? In all his power, he allowed such sadness to revolve around him, and to escalade. First the Civil War, then Riko's demotion, and now it was reaching out to those he didn't even know.

"I... I'm sorry." Was all he could say, and then he was gone. He couldn't bare to look at that woman anymore; his shame was written all over her own. The black in her bruises screamed his name from beneath her purple. He had come to the Human World to relieve his stress, only to have his heart torn from his chest.

Wait... his heart? The thing that had supposably destroyed itself upon his transformation into a Hollow? Compassion on a level such as this was supposed to be impossible for Arrancar. They were heartless creatures, capable of only violence and hatred. Why was he feeling this? Was it is "pride" acting up again? Was he still trying to be something he wasn't? Why couldn't he just accept the fact that he was an Arrancar, nothing more and nothing less. His existence was full of false truths, placed into his mind my his nonexistent pride. He wasn't fit to be the Primera; Sayame had proven that by killing Allie. Riko had proven that when he had been expelled from the Espada and Siy couldn't do anything about it. He wasn't anything special, that inner fire he kept going on about didn't exist; he himself had proven that in the Menos Forest by violating his own rule of only eating the fiery-hearted. But most of all, his pride certainly didn't exist; this woman had proven it by being a victim. What kind of monster would still call himself special, still believe in his self-proclaimed pride, after simply turning a blind eye and let a woman like Kary be raped in an alley? No, he was a heartless Arrancar. Whatever he thought was special about him, was an exception to any sort of natural law, was just a lie. Arrancar were Arrancar, they killed and were heartless and enjoyed it. That was what he was and, regardless of how much he didn't like it, he would have to live that way. Right...?

No.

Fuck that.

To hell with Arrancar, to hell with the Espada, and to hell with nature. What the hell kind of way to live was this? He had blindly accepted "what he was", and what happened because of it? This woman had been scarred for life. Had he been his normal self, had he been the true Primera Espada, he would have blood on his hands right now. He he trusted his pride, his true self, he would not feel like shit right now. No, it was time to man up. Yes, he had allowed that to happen, and yes, he would have to live with the guilt, but this damned Arrancar state of mind wasn't going to cut it. Whatever the hell he really was, it wasn't a heartless Arrancar. Their natural laws be damned; he had compassion, he had a fiery soul, but above all he had pride. He dared anyone to question that existence. His resolve was a phoenix; it had reached its lowest point, only to return from its ashes more powerful than ever. Now he was sure; sure about what to do next, and sure what to do when he returned to Hueco Mundo. He had promised to follow Riko into the rebellion, but now his resolve was strong. He was not one with the Arrancar and what they embodied; he was not one with Sougetsu's goals. Whatever duty called for him, he would answer. Even if he had to strike the demon down with his own hands, even if he had to burn all of Hueco Mundo, he would do it. He was no longer an Arrancar; what he was he did not know, but he was not one of them any more.

* * *

On a rooftop somewhere, a mysterious figure sat. Below him was a woman, lying unconscious on the street below him. Red and blue lights flashed and sirens roared as help came for her, but the damage had been done. She probably would never forget this, but the cops would probably never find the culprit. Even if they did, they would be astonished to find him collapse dead before their eyes, only to die by some unseen force. That was the way this man operated, and it worked for him.

A dark grin spread across his face as this thought crossed his mind. That was what he loved; no matter what, those women would never forget him. It was an evil existence, but it was enjoyable for him, and that was all that mattered. Whats more, no one could stop him; he was a fugitive, and he had survived this long for a reason. Sure, he had pissed more than one person off, but they had all met the same fate at the hands of his sword, and so would everyone else who tried to oppose him. In this world, the weak were killed and dominated while the strong did the killing and dominating.

But tonight was odd. There was a strange reiatsu in the air, a powerful one that worried this man. It had simply shown up, and he had almost had an encounter with it earlier that day during one of his "runs", but lady luck was always with him, and he had avoided the interaction and had reaped quite the enjoyable reward on top of it. Yes, even this new reiatsu would fall to his blade, sooner or later...

* * *

Somewhere else, under the cover of night, a black hole was ripped in the fabric of space. The ripper was none other than Siyrenryuu, the Primera Espada, ready to return to his "home." Whoever had done that to Kary would pay, he would make sure of that, but the Revolution took priority. He would not be suppressed by that race anymore, nor would he stand for their violations against the most basic moral laws of nature. There was a change coming, a wind of change, and it was about to fan his flames.

As if on cue, a cold wind blew across the town, an eerie breeze that had his open jacket blowing under its control. This revealed his Espada tattoo, a large "1" plastered down his entire back, but with a new edition. The "1" that had been there was altered, now part of a larger figure. The sign that had once signified his rank, his acceptance by the Arrancar, was now nothing more than a line in something with true meaning. A leg extended to the left of it, about halfway down, and two floating tick marks rested on his shoulder blades. The large "1" had been turned into the kanji for fire, Siy's true alliance. As he entered the Graganta hole and his reiatsu level dropped, the additions to the tattoo disappeared as well. Such an alteration was an act of Anarchy, and he couldn't have Sougetsu deducing his true intentions just yet...

by Guest on Tue Feb 08, 2011 11:11 pm

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