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PostSubject: Ryou Kurosawa (Complete)   Tue Oct 08, 2013 3:38 am

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Kurosawa Ryou

We're all mad here

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Birth Name: Kurosawa Ryou
Shinigami/Vizard Aliases:'Mad Puppeteer', 'Dark Toymaker', and if you want to be insulting 'Mad Dog'
Gender: Male
Age: 239
Birth Date: October 25th
Rank Status: Race Leader

Former Affiliated Division: 10th Division

Appearance: When looking at Ryou one gets the impression they are looking at something that is not all there. When in public he always prefers to wear the uniform black kimono of his status as a member of the Gotei 13. The only time this is not the case is whenever he is in the human world and even then Ryou's taste in clothes could use some 'updating'. Since he has the bad habit of wearing things that were worn when he originally died. He is also never seen without his sword, and is perfectly comfortable wearing it on his hip or across his back. Ryou will even go to great lengths to cover it up just to make sure that he always has his favorite spot to rest his palm.

As for his psychical appearance the man is a lean figure, which can make it easy to underestimate that there is muscle under there. Ryou's skin is quite pale and goes along with his long black hair that usually hangs in front of his face and cascades down his back and shoulders, because he walks with a certain slouch. Which causes him to give off an air of creepiness or eccentric wisdom depending on his mood. Whatever the impression given, it is never that Ryou lacks confidence, it is simply that he is caught up in his thoughts. His fingers are thin, and those on his left hand seem to be constantly in motion, especially when taping on his sword hilt.

He keeps his hair hanging down in front of his face to hide his thoughts from others. To Ryou the thicker he can make the air of mystery that surrounds himself, then the more prepared he will be. So his hair is quite precious to him, and is something the Shinigami takes care of, though it is hard to catch him grooming it, but amusing if you can. If he gets into a fight he always makes sure to tie back his hair into a ponytail. At least that is his habit if he doesn't plan on being serious. The idea to Ryou of being able to lose his precious curtain to the world, is tantamount to knowing he could die.

When he does look at a person the gaze of his deep dark eyes can be quite a soul penetrating thing. As though he can read any guilt that a person may be hiding. His face is never really something that displays much emotion either, as though it is locked in a permanent poker face... and even sometimes a thoughtful expression. Though when he does smile, it is always Cheshire like grin. Such is a sight that it can add to his creepy nature, but at the same time it is so rarely seen, it could be considered his truest display of happiness. As for his scars... they are to him a reminder of the past. On his right hand there are scars covering the skin on the back of his hand and along the top of his arm. There are even a few which are on his palm, and they are all quite visible, and he no longer tries to hide them.

It is not though Ryou's appearance that is the most chilling thing about him, which would surprise most people who didn't know better. It is his reiastu. The feeling of his reiastu is one that is cold, chilling, and oppressive... as though an evil spirit has entered the room. It is that haunting feeling one gets when they are being watched, or when they see something out of the corner of their eye at night move in the dark. A feeling that he loves to use against people in the night who only know he is near by the fact they can feel it. Still in an odd way, it can be comforting... because feeling his reiastu means that you know you have a quite guard dog watching your back. Like his rare Cheshire cat grin though his reiastu will change, but it is only during those moments that the grin spreads across his face. It is during these times that he gives off this protective feeling of warmth and calming.

Personality: Ryou could really be described as an eccentric individual. Though what makes him so is the distant air which he seems to carry himself. Not as though he is acting like he is better than others, but simply that he seems to always have his mind on something. Usually that something be his current task, and if not that then his own project... and even those could be as simple as, 'now where do I find one of those butterflies.' It is for these reasons that he can be caught mumbling to himself when he forgets there are other people around. He sometimes does this even on purpose if he doesn't want to be interrupted on something important. Which can some of the simplest thing... he takes an every cog has its purpose to what he does.

Another belief that he holds is that knowledge is one of the most important things in life. He is quite the scholar whenever he finds time, but once he learns something Ryou is usually not to apt to share. If he knows something that another person doesn't then he will either use the knowledge as a teaching moment, or simply string them along with hints of what it could be. Playing mind games with others is a bit of a hobby for him. While misplaced in his methods, he really doesn't see what he does as harmful. Especially since he gets to have fun, and they hopefully learn something.

His time that is spent training things other than his mind, are also quite important to him. Which considering Ryou doesn't exactly plan events on his social calendar by choice very often, means he usually has all the time he time he needs. The very idea of being caught unprepared doesn't exactly suit his defensive, and cautious way of thinking. Which is why in his strategic thinking mind... he must constantly do his best to be ready. One can never be to ready in his mind because it is always better to be too ready, and have things run smooth, than not be ready and never get to try again. Though when training sometimes, usually if he is alone, one of his quirks come out. It is simply Ryou's impish side enjoys flash stepping. To him it is the most entertaining thing in the world to the point he will find a place away from others just to do it. In the rare times he is surrounded by people he would call friends, he will do to get places, which don't exactly need it.

Ryou's lighter side is rarely shown if at all. It is something that is usually seen by those who are close to him, or anyone his impish teacher instincts have their sights set on. Normally he is quite satisfied sitting back at the edge of gatherings in order to watch and listen, only to join if requested for or something gets his interest. Ryou's reasons for do so stem from the idea that it is always better to be prepared, and how could anyone distracted in a group be prepared. He is quite the shifty eyed fellow during these times. Which in the case of doing missions makes quite the useful person to have around, because you know that no matter how relaxed things get or how peaceful they seem at least Ryou's watching. Though it has gotten him in trouble before, because of a past tendency towards paranoid and not very careful. Such things are mostly behind him now, but even a defensive thinker like himself, always finds some paranoia useful.

Besides the good nature imp that he can be towards those whom he likes, it his darker side that is reserved for those who are his enemies. The constant cold outer shell that he seems to keep up was not originally to hold out, but to hold in. Trauma's from his past took themselves and were buried deep in his soul, and created in Ryou a firm sense of justice... though a dark sense of justice at that. It is one that stems from a desire for a desire for a revenge that has yet to be satisfied, but keeps him focused on the road ahead. Indeed his darker nature is not something to be messed with, because the angel that Ryou can be with frown, can just as easily be the devil with a grin.

One of his darker aspects has to do with his ideas of 'dark justice'. It is not something that he takes pleasure in, but it is simply something he believes is right. The idea is that justice should always be swift, and that it should always fit the crime. The one who committed the crime needs to suffer more than the victim. It is a very eye for eye type concept, only to Ryou it is an eye for two eyes type concept. It is a part of his soul that is rarely seen, simply because he understands how it sounds. The idea of mercy is not something that he will give, because his sisters were never given that. Which is why he prefers the part of his job that involves saving a soul, because beyond that point mercy is no longer an option. In fact preforming soul burials is actually one of the things that can put that Cheshire like grin on his face.

Another part of his darker nature is the fact he will manipulate people to get what he wants, be that for good... or in some cases bad. Though to him they are all good reasons. Sometimes though he simply enjoys playing mind games with people for kicks, though it is more of a benign impish sort of thing. Something he likes to do to keep the unseated squad people on their toes during the night. He has a sort of puppet master like personality to him, and if you fall victim to it he will pull the strings to make you dance. If don't though you earn his respect and admiration, and are on the way to making a very loyal friend. To him the human mind is such a fun thing to mess with, though despite the fact people can get their feelings hurt... it is not always his goal, unless he feels they deserve it. A more benign from of 'dark justice' in a sense.

He does have just one more quirk that is worth mentioning, and it started since the night his sisters died. His fingers on his damaged right hand always tap. They move back in forth in a manner that creates that same beat, if he lays that hand on a table. This only when he relaxes that hand of course, and so it doesn't affect his abilities to do his job... it is just something that adds to his mystery. In other cases... tapping can be useful to annoy a less self-disciplined opponent, especially when combined with Ryou's usual silence. When he combines this with his Shikai it can certainly make him quite menacing especially when the battle is going just the way he likes it. It allows him to give out that 'I am coming for you' type of message without speaking a word.

For all his quirks it is the Cheshire cat grin that is shown the least, and nowhere can it be found more than when he either receives a message through butterfly, or he spends time in his old district or beyond. Sometimes he does this just for the sole purpose of knowing that they will send a butterfly after him, though mostly it is because the rules matter a bit less out here. The further out in the districts he goes, the swifter one can be with justice, though he more has a penton for protecting children around the age of his sisters. Not really something that he does on purpose, it is simply that he seems to react to those situations without a second thought. Though he won't admit it, and his Zanpakuto constantly reminds him, it seems as though he is trying to make up for a failure to protect that was never his in the first place. In fact his pension for protecting younger females has always been there since that horrible night, though it is truly with most big brotherly nature that he plays this role.

When it comes to doing his job as a Shinigami and as the Lieutenant of an Second Division, Ryou always does his best to excel. In fact it is the strategic nature of his mind that allows him to do this. Plus he will take initiative in a heartbeat when it comes to the defense of his division. If there is one thing he does well, that is spotting the breaking points and reinforcing defenses even if he has to himself. Though his protective nature of the people under his command, makes him willing to put himself at grave risk in a needless manner sometimes. He makes a good field commander, though there is no doubt to anyone who knows him that he could does a good at job in his position. His main weakness being his cold nature makes it hard for subordinates who don't know him well to approach. He is also quit cold when it comes to the numbers game, since really that is all soldiers are... a resource. Despite this knowledge he doesn't throw away lives needless, especially if he believed someone was being foolish about an order.

The is another thing that must be said about him, and his nature to be protect. This is the way he attaches himself to certain females, usually of higher rank and strength. Though they have to have earned his respect first, the main way being seeing past all his creepiness, and simply looking at how good he does his job or at the better side of his person. Since joining Second Division and especially after becoming Lieutenant it has been his Captain that has started to attract Ryou's attention in this manner. In this way she has earn in Ryou a sense of respect that causing the man to feel for her not as a crush… or a brotherly feeling, but as a guard dog. A guard dog that feels he that can’t let his Mistress be harmed psychically… even if it means giving his own life in the process. Funny caveat to this... don't catch him on the rare times he is drinking... insults against his Captain don't fly to well ether.

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Once Upon A Time

History: Sand was the last thing that he remembered. The hot blowing sand combined with the smoke of battle and the heat of the sun. Every shot was fired off frantically to keep the Marmaluk Calvary from breaking through the square. Besides they had the most important job of all... keeping there beloved general safe. The young French solider fired off his rifle over and over... reloading each time until the action became like clockwork. It was the act of battle, and it was something the young Castex adored. No matter what happened it seemed like the enemy just could not break through as the cannons were rolled out again to give the enemy a whiff of grapeshot, before being brought back to the center of the square. It became more and more obvious as the seconds past that they were about to win another stunned victory thanks to Napoleon. He had never lead them astray... at least in Castex mind he hadn't. Then it seemed like in one instant everything that he wanted to be, a great general just like his leader, was stolen away. The last physical that he was felt was the bullet that killed him... piercing his heart and drowning him in his own blood. Laying their on the sands he bled out wondering... why... why... why...

Growing up at the middle of the Rukon District as the oldest child to a poor couple, Ryou found himself shaped by that which he saw around him. When he was young the world around him seemed to be a game, though it was quite a dangerous one. It was also during this time that he found his interest in learning, though for the moment he simply decided to let life be his teacher. Ryou was never one much for play, especially since he felt a need to look after his three triplet sisters. Which really became a full time job, especially in the feeding department, but going hungry every now and then was perfectly alright with him. At least that way he knew they would be ok, and for him protecting their lives was indeed all that matter. Ryou considered them to be his only friends in the world.

As he grew older a bit more of his cynical nature began to show. The injustice and lawless things that he had seen around him threatened what he cared for. Not only that, but in a way he didn't like feeling powerless to do anything about it. Not that he didn't gain a few bumps and bruises trying. In the end though, Ryou simply found that he did not have the brute strength to do anything about it himself. So he decided to try his best to actually get stronger, since complaining about a problem without trying to fix it would be no good. Still the nature of his living conditions provide for only a limited scope of development, at least in the psychical sense. So instead he decided that for now an expansion of the mind would work.

It was around this time that he began to wonder about potentially trying to see if he could pass the exam into the academy. The worry about his sisters and withier or not they could even survive without him is what held him back. Besides for all he knew at the moment the young man wasn't really sure if he had any latent spiritual abilities that would be necessary. He would sometimes laugh to himself in amusement that the blissful nature of ignorance might have allowed him to break from this place. In the future there were many time in which he wished that he would have. Especially when the night came that poor Ryou would find his own soft mirror image cracked in two.

It was on a soft pale night... the kind which Ryou enjoyed most of all, because the light of the full moon in the sky. He sat on the ground, leaning against the wall of his parents’ home, after he had slipped out the window. The world seemed so silent and peaceful, that Ryou was for once in his life lulled in a false sense of security. It was one that made him dismiss the movement that he saw out of the corner of his eye, as simply something else. It would be when he finally stood up and returned into the room that he shared with his sisters... he found horror lay within. The three bodies of his sisters lying there dead and bleeding on the bed, with a diminutive hollow standing over them. At this point though the idea of the killer had become irrelevant, because Ryou could only see red.

It was not the sight of death that made him snap, but it was the death of the only three people he cared about. He moved towards the bed without a second thought as to what could happen, and luckily caught the thing off guard as he pinned it by the neck to the wall. Lucky for Ryou it was quite small, but the claws that had killed his sister by then were starting to rip into his hand. In the end though, the pain didn't matter and he kept squeezing in order to choke it. The young man would have probably lost the use of his hand had something else not been tipped by the emotion of the moment. It was a sudden light that shown from his hand, which made the hollow squeal and at the same time made Ryou cover his eyes. During this moment he did his best to not let go, and only ended up loosening his grip, yet he swears that he felt it slippery body get away.

When the young man opened his eyes he looked around and found that the creature was gone, and his hand which was bleeding profusely... had luckily only received numerous deep flesh wounds. Standing there Ryou just kept shaking and sweating, with the only sound in the room being blood drops hitting the floor from his hand as well as his heavy breathing. He couldn't take his eyes off the bed, were his sisters lay. Eventually the shock caught up to him and he felt like he was going to vomit, though it was just as he gave into the act... he realized for a moment where he was standing. His bloody hand catching himself on the wall and his other hand covering his mouth as he swallowed it back with a certain fire in his eyes. One that soon chilled to ice, as emotion drained out of his face... and the old Ryou died... a new one born. He knew it was best to leave now, and so he slipped out the window and into the night.

He knew what he was looking for as carried a knife in hand. Ryou had learned a long time ago that one could find out a lot of things, if you listened to conversations of those who were not sober. Needless to say he was sure that justice being carried out in any manner here in this place would be quite fitting. Hopefully enough to prove himself to the Shinigami, especially the one he had in mind. So he found his prey lying asleep with probably no guilty feelings in his soul... and did what needed to be done. Also making sure the proof was in the bag. Needless to say that when Ryou found the Shinigami and handed over his prize with his injured hand, making sure to ask the very small bounty be given to his parents. It was a bit of a tense moment to say the least, but he soon found himself pointed on his way. Luckily his more manic emotions were causing his Spirit energy to show again.

He was also a bit on the fortunate side that the exam happen to be on the same day, because Ryou didn't exactly wanted it treated till afterward. The field dressing which was on it for the moment was quite good enough for him until he was done. Besides he found the test to be somewhat easy and was quickly accepted into a place he had always been curious about. Now that he was there though... the young man found he was a bit annoyed. In his mind they were all technically preparing for war so he did find himself wondering why the others didn't spend more time studying. That was really all Ryou ever did was bury his nose in his books and practice Kido after they had taught him. He never neglected practicing with his sword either, but his constant defensive nature did get a little on the nerves of his trainers. It took Ryou a bit to find that offensive point of his Zanpakuto, of course this was on probably the best day for him at the academy overall.

It was the day they were taught to Shunpo, and the very concept made him say, "Wait... I can do that?" Not that he had never seen it before, it was simply he had never known the name. The moment he learned how put a Cheshire cat like grin on his face and for once in his life it stayed for an entire week. The normally overly serious Shinigami who was now close to the middle of his second year and looked to possibly graduate by the end of his third. Was moving around the place till he was sweating bullets. Even small unneeded distance just because he could, and that included taking any delivery task he could just so that he could simply do it again. As for his Zanpakuto it would be now that it would start to speak, because it's was growing jealous of him playing his own little game... and not it's.

Very soon Ryou began to hear voices in the dark when he walked. Voices in the dark when he slept, and voice in the night when meditated. Mostly they were blurred, but soon became clear as three separate voices speaking to him. At first because of the time in which it usually happened he simply passed it off as imaging thing. That was until he woke up in a cold sweat to the words, "No more silly little boy." With that he felt the floor fall out from under him and he felt like he was tumbling away from the light of the moon... down a deep dark hole. Soon passing out form the fall that seemed to go on and on.

What seemed like minutes later he awoke and looked around, to a world that could only be described as a nightmare. To Ryou though, it only made him curious because he realized quickly where he was... his inner world. The Shinigami laugh with his normally creepy manner of doing so, as he listened to the sounds of the clocks. "I guess I better not be late then..." With those words he walked towards the large clock tower in the middle of the realm. Passing by giant mushrooms that he reached out to touch, an even taste the goo that dripped form them. Realizing very quickly... the taste of iron... exactly what it was. The oil that dripped form the sky was indeed amusing to him, but he hid from it during his trip and soon reached the towers base. It was there that he found what he was seeking.

Sitting back on its favorite spot was a lung dragon, curled up in a flower like throne that sat on top of a mushroom. There sitting next to the creature was a large hookah which it used every few moments, and then blew out the smoke from its giant nostrils. Ryou watched as the creature looked down at him, and a moment of silence pasted, before the spirit asked, "Who R U" The letters coming form it's lips in smoke and each word was said with a different gender speaking. Ryou's fingers started taping on the hilt of his sword, as he realized that this was his spirit. Another cackle sprang, from his throat at the irony, "I think you know the answer to that." The dragon grinned in amusement at the Shinigami's reply, "Indeed I do, and I suspect you want the same answer?"

Though a chance to answer was never given as the spirit took off with hookah in hand saying, "Make it through the Clock tower and speak to me at the top." The spirit had barely left his sight before he darted in the door only to be stopped in his tracks at the site of the paradox before. Stairs going in every direction, and he heard a female voice echoing, "Come now silly Shinigami. Don't get lost, and find your way up." After a period of time though, everything seemed to be a blur, as the sword loved to mess with the game. The shadows sometimes shifting and in confusing the young man. The dragons disembodied head in the sky looking and laughing at him, while at the same time encouraging him. Even by the time he woke up the next morning he had gotten no were. That was its rule... only when you dream and only at night. Though eventually after a couple of days the top was reached and there she sat waiting, "Oh good boy. Glad you could join us. Would you like a game of chess?"

With those words a board appeared in her palm, and she said, "Beat me once and we can move on... lose and you have to climb all the way back up." So the chess game began, and very quick Ryou found that something he so prided himself in doing was something that he was simply a novice. The spirit seemed to take great pleasure at his losses, though it seemed different somehow. The personality was calm and wise, and also a bit more sage like. The Shinigami learned fast, because the Zanpakuto taught him, but would never tell the answers. He quick realized this was the middle personalities challenge... just like the last had been that of the female. It was not long before he eventually was able to beat the spirit, and at the moment he spoke the words, "Checkmate." A claw was at his throat and the board crashing down... the male he realized... is the evil side.

Pulling out his sword he jumped into the area nearby, as suddenly the dragon split into three spirits. The fighting that came next battered Ryou's body and hardened his soul even more. There was only one rule... he could not leave until he had won. However that was achieved was not the swords problem, but it wouldn't trust itself to someone who it didn't respect. So for the next five days Ryou fought a guerilla style battle in his own inner world. Both sword and master ripped each other apart and drug each other down into the darkness to show there true nature. Only Ryou has seen how evil his Zanpakuto can be, just like it has seen what its master is capable of. The mind games and tactics he beat his own sword with shaped him into the fighter that he later became, and when the final of the three surrendered and the dragon carried it's tried master back to the top of the clock tower. It gave him a hug before settling back into its throne, and went back to simply smoking its hookah. Tried at this point, and sick of its Ryou stood and through eyes that had never been colder, and a voice never more threating he said, "Now answer... Who R U?" With a laugh the dragon replied with amusement, "Why my dear you know the answer to that." With those words it blew out smoke letters spelling, "In'ei no Ningyôtsukai". All the while waving good bye as he woke up in a sick bed.

Still he could not get his Zanpakuto to give him its release phrase. All he would get when he tried to ask was a bonk on the head and the word 'baka' when in its male voice. When the natural or female voice it will either offer another game of chess or some tea, along with an amused giggle in the case of the female side. It would be half way through his third year that he would finally see her shadow. As with such places like the academy, not everyone is nice to each other. It was as he walked down a hall way that he heard a silent commotion from up ahead, and so curious he looked up a bit. A noticed some of the more annoying upperclassmen from the 5th year... all 11th division wanna bees by the looks of them, were hassling that 4th year girl who had unlocked her Shikai only days ago. Across the little pond form were he meditate. He could only assume it was a more kido based from, by their words and frankly Ryou found himself getting more and angrier.

His eyes grew cold, as his hair hung in front of his face when he spoke. "Excuse me... I think you gentlemen have had enough fun for today." The three guys only took enough time to look at him as one said, "Hey... check him out." The then simple laughed and went back to their prize. Ryou notice though, that she still looked at him, and he looked back through those hairs that created his curtain. With a sigh he just shook his head, "Bad move..." Another chance to use his favorite move, as he disappeared and reappeared causing the three guys to step back. Ryou didn't say a word, but simple pointed down the hall. He didn't want anyone to get in trouble, especially himself. His silence only pissed them off more as did fact his eyes didn't meet theirs when they spoke... he only saw red start to cloud his vision... and then the sight of his spirit wink. As she blew out in smoke the words "Ayatsuru In'ei no Ningyôtsukai". Which the Shinigami simply mumbled in reflex.

Then as quickly as the moment had started... the whole thing was over. One of the guys had stopped his fist only inches form impaling on Ryou's outstretched finger. His restisu had grown so chilling and dark that the trio stumbled over each to run. Ryou expected of course to turn and find the girl had done the same, but she had not. Just standing there smiling at him. It was ironically on this day that he finally released his sword that he would also find the only person at the academy he called friend. So before disappearing off with a flash step... he gave her his Cheshire like grin.

The sad thing was he didn't get much time to know his friend well, because he was able to accomplish his goal of cutting his time at the Academy in half. After graduation he was enrolled in the 8th division, and soon found that his time could be much better spent. Not only that he was able to train more, and actually do things to help the people of Rukon, whom he felt needed a bit of 'dark justice' in order to help them. Especially in the areas of his old district and beyond. He was soon able to raise himself up to 7th, and then high and high until he reached the rank of 3rd seat through hard work. His chilling nature meant he wasn't going to get anywhere on the back of have social graces, but you could be damn sure that few worked and trained more than him. Still even to this day, the lower ranked people who actually know him say that he needs to relax more. To which he always replies in a sarcastic manner, "When every hollow lies dead at my feet, and my sisters’ killer is in my clutches." Words that are always spoken with a Cheshire cat grin.

It was within his Division that the Shinigami quickly found his spot, or his home as he likes to call it. Finally having a group of people that at least seemed to accept him, was quite refreshing, and made him quite defensive of the 10th. He also found that for once he was being rewarded for his hard work in the fact that he was given 6th seat out of the academy. Something that he found quite ironic to be sure, but like in Academy it was always work and training that came first. His rise through the ranks was a bit faster than most, yet this was related to the fact that Ryou seemed to be quite the strategic mind. Not when it came to fighting, but battlefield tactics, and so his use as a commander was seen. It was his dog like loyalty to his division ended up slowing this advancement towards the higher ranks more than anything else. This did not bother him in the least though, since Kurosawa quickly realized that ranks were just numbers and his power was his own. War was a meat grinder, and he knew all he had to do was to be the one who came out on top in that manner, in order to prove that he was not just some silly Mad Dog as others sometimes called him.

Of course the Shinigami was not sitting on his laurels during this time either, and spent quite a bit of time training. His desire to protect his Mistresses had always been an overwhelming force that drove his training. There was also the added bonus that it allowed him to spend time with his sword spirit... even if that meant quite a few 'tea party's' after he had lost a game of chess. Slowly claiming up the ranks like a spider to it's prize. Ryou eventually reached the rank of Vice-Captain when he was promoted form third seat after the former Lieutenant had resigned for personal reasons. Leaving the Ryou in the position of taking over a leadership position he wasn't sure of, but at the same time at least allowing him to be closer to the Mistress to guard her. Eventually though the position that he had been unsure of, was one that he grew into enjoying simply because he could think with his overall strategic mindset, but still had the structure of someone being in charge of him.

Of course the Shinigami was not sitting on his laurels during this time either, and spent quite a bit of time training. His desire to protect his Mistresses had always been an overwhelming force that drove his training. It was during his time as Vice-Captain that he finally achieved Bankai, though it was again in this moment that he had to let out the very monster that held inside. The very way he had acted to achieve his Shikai was on display when he obtained his Bankai, though luckily no one was around to see it. Only In’ei, Sukai, and Ningy who knew what would happen if they pushed him that far, and played with there master the ultimate game. In the end though the three again submitted to another major loss and Ryou achieved his Bankai. It would not be long after that to his disappoint, that his Captain wouldn’t be around anymore. Ryou’s dog like nature, meant he had made no attempts to become the Captain through combat, but here he was being promoted to that spot. Which at the start wasn’t really an idea that appealed to the man at all, but eventually he warmed up to it. As he considered the fact it was easier to protect the division this way.

The only thing that bothered the Shinigami about the position was the fact that it left him less time to spend within his inner world like he had before. This was made up by the fact that he had more work to do, and could actually spend time training others in his Division so that he didn't have to worry about them as much. Eventually though, Kurosawa began to notice that within his sanctuary something was off. Little chips and marks on the castle walls, that had not been there before as well as other forms of battle damage that he knew were not of his doing. Even when he walked among the dark blood red trees around the area he found places were swathes of them had been cut down in a manner that he didn't recognize. Eventually he began to confront In'ei about it, but the three sword spirits always shrugged him off, and it was this more than anything that bothered him. His Mistress's had never hidden anything from him before... no he was sure that Mother was trying to hide something from him and he was going to find out what. So he confronted the three one day after having won a game of chess, the man flung the board and said, "Now Mistressss... you will tell me what is going on." Surprisingly the two younger spirits Sukai and Ningy remained quite, while In'ei approached and draped her arm over his shoulder to pull her Master close, and blanketed him in her Kimono while pointing with the other arm, "My dear Ryou-chan... it is from over there that the bad man comes from every night. He wants to take you away from us, but you are our toy, and we are not going to let that happen."

The event left Ryou waking up in a cold sweat to the site of his 5th seat bring him a cup of tea as usual during this time of day. The Captain started to wonder if this could become a danger to his Division, or to anyone else that he knew. In a way that was his major worry, especially as a fourth voice began to whisper things in the back of his head. Eventually the voice became clearer and clearer, as he would notice more damage to the castle on some days, and one time even In'ei complete refusal to play... but only to watch the darkness. The area of his inner that his sword had pointed to had become a pitch dark swamp with purple trees, giving off a blue miasma. Kurosawa knew that no good come from what was growing inside of him, and so he began to question wither or not he was sinking back into the insanity he thought he had left so long ago. In fact he found himself questioning that sanity so much that one day it answered back, as he sat on top the castle of and finished a game of chess the Shinigami mutter to himself, "Maybe I really am going crazy again..." Only to have a reply whispered into his ear, "Well you know what they say about the definition of insanity... though maybe I can teach you?" Drawing his sword as he turned, Ryou found himself striking out at a humanoid cat like creature that quickly bounded off backwards with his spirits close at it's heels as he was forced out of his spirit world.       

Coming around from his meditation in a cold sweat again to find his fifth seat as usual bring his tea for a moment... made the Captain wonder if it was all simply a bad dream. What happened next he couldn't remember as he suddenly blacked out, and the creature took over. The first victim of it's rage becoming the young fifth seat who the Captain had become quite fond of. As it's spiritual pressure crushed anyone who might have been to close... Ryou simply was not sure, as he ran to find a way out of Soul Soceity and escaped into the human world. His mind whirling with confusion and the laughter of that creature as he wondered if In'ei had failed to protect him, and now he had failed to protect the members of his Division. He had always thought of that fifth seat much like he had the Mistress, and now he had slaughtered her in the same way the hollow had slaughtered his sisters. Finding a clearing in the forest on the outskirts of the city, the man slow ran his fingers over his face feeling the mask that was there... knowing that he could never go back home again. He had worked his entire life to protect his dear Mistress's from others, and now he would have to protect them from himself. So he whispered to himself as he stood up and walked down the path to try and start a new, "Mother dear it ssseems we have a ill-mannered houssse guesss that we will have get under control."  
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